Today was just NOT a good day. The last two weeks have not been very good as far as me accomplishing my running goals. This week I wanted to run Tues, Thurs, Sat, and Sun. I was determined that I was sticking to this schedule no matter what.
When a baby woke me up at 5:15 am crying, I shoulda known this day was just going downhill from there. Kylie spent her ENTIRE day crying and flailing herself all over the place. I could do nothing to keep her happy. Maybe if I only had her to deal with it wouldn't have been so bad but I still had the other 2 babies, 11-year-old to take to school, and the 8-year-old who's still home on Christmas break. I was determined though that no matter what I was running.
After the babies' lunch, I loaded them in the stroller and my 8-year-old, Addie, got on her bike. By some miracle, Kylie, for the first time today, quit crying during the run. Oh what a relief, to not listen to her screaming. The babies actually fell asleep and were quiet the whole time.
Addie, on the other hand, was driving me crazy out there. It was hot, she was sweating, the hills were too hard, her legs hurt, her ears were sweating (is that possible?), etc. At one point, she told me that it was easier for me to push the stroller (remember this is at least 80lbs of stroller and babies) up the hills than for her to ride her bike up the hill. Of course, I needed to prove a point and challenged her on that one. These aren't big hills by the way. We just don't live in a flat area. At the bottom of a hill, we switch and I get on her little kid bike. I can only imagine what the people driving by thought of that one. We go like 10 feet and Addie gets too close to the edge of the sidewalk with the stroller. One wheel goes over the edge while I rush over there praying the whole stroller doesn't fall over. The challenge was over at that point. Addie gets upset and starts crying because she feels bad that the babies almost got turned over. I remind her of the time that I didn't put Mason's carsesat in correctly and it fell over onto the parking lot. Tell her everything is ok, no harm done, and lets keep going.
Addie wants to quit early and go home but I want to at least get 3 miles in. So I do a lot of the, "You're going to let your mom outrun you." and "You can't let your slow, old mom beat you." At the last, little hill before home, I have to challenge her to a race up the hill and almost give myself a heartattack out there.
End result is that we made it 3.39 miles in 46:34. I don't know what I was thinking. Only good part was that Kylie stopped screaming for a brief period of time. Even though all 3 of them joined in on it the rest of the afternoon until they went to bed. I'm not sure what my plan for Thursday's run is. I'm determined to get out there but I think I'm going to have to run on Wed or Fri evening when I don't have school instead.
For all you other runners out there, enjoy your runs minus children. Although, I love them all to death...........I just don't think they fit into my running routine.
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I feel the stress just reading your post...LOL Quite honestly, there is no way I would be trying to run with triplets in a stroller. Kudos to you!!! Anything is more than what most people would do.
That is why I run after my kiddo is in bed! And, so I have time to de-stress and have "me" time. I understand though, this doesn't always work for others, so good luck getting the runs in this week!
I kept hearing the the song We are the Champions in my head as I read your post. That's serious lay down the gauntlets, triple dog dare you to come up with a pansy excuse why we can't run when some of us are single or have few kids.
Great Stuff.
Thank you for this post. I can just see the whole thing playing out in my mind. I'm not laughing at you; I'm laughing with you. :)
I REALLY enjoy the runs I take without the baby in the stroller, so I know what you mean. You're a true champ! The fact that you push your twins in the stroller and keep an eye on your daughter while she bikes next to you is a true testament to your love of running. When my older kids (now 7-1/2 and 9) were 2-1/2 and 4, I'd push them in a double jogging stroller when I ran a few times a week but it was no easy task. Keep at it... pretty soon you'll miss these days with them in the stroller.
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