It’s time for the diapers to go! My little girl is
only 19 months old, but if she can tell me she’s going “poo!” then she can do
it on a potty. Geared up with our juice, new underwear, pink musical potty and
a week free of obligations Monday started us on our day’s journey of wet
panties and cleaning little turds off the carpet. Ah the joys of motherhood…
It was a long day measured out in ten-fifteen minute
increments of plopping little butt cheeks down to do business at the ring of
the alarm. We did a lot of sitting and reading, so, by the end of the day…or
rather 3:30 in the afternoon I wasn’t the only one crawling the walls. Dressed
in my running gear a full twenty minutes before my husband got off work I was
rearing to go running.
By the time my husband got home, the in-laws stopped
for a quick visit and my daughter had managed to get off the potty and proceed
to have a full waterfall on our front step I had completed my running outfit
with ear-buds and running watch. Out like a shot I told myself to pace myself
and turned my attention more towards the song that was playing than pace.
Top of the first hill and the beep signaling my first
lap, a half mile, and I’m amazed to see my casual, not even taking my breath
away pace was under 9 minutes a mile…a feat for me! The rest of the run felt
fantastic as I blazed my way along the trail feeling so fantastic I didn’t
bother to worry about the TWO missed calls from my husband…no doubt a desperate
man searching for a clean pair of frilly panties.
As I stopped, I noted that I had felt fantastic the
whole run, not felt winded or wanted to complain as I do normally with short
runs. And wouldn’t you know it…all that sitting around cooped up for potty
training had me energized to run and beat my best 5k time! By the end of the
week I intend to try out for the Olympics.
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