Some Saturday! Whew!

 

Woke up at quarter to ten from a disturbingly weird dream, where me, my family and a random pick of friends from my past and present life were stranded in a cabin in a horrid rainstorm. We were all warm and dry and had enough to eat, but we were also all in a hurry to be on our way elsewhere. Everybody looking anxiously out of the windows, waiting for the rain to stop. I woke up to a pair of tender arms hugging me, nuzzling me to wake up, but it took me some time to surface from the deep sleep. And the rain never did stop.

 

After a lazy morning, like our weekend mornings always are, I yelled and shooed my daughters out of the door, into to the car. Why is it so very hard for them to focus on the simple task of putting their clothes on and getting out of the door? Gee! But finally they were in the car and off we drove, to Jumbo the shopping center to do some long due shopping of some pants for eldest daughter, shampoo for me and some other random items that cannot be bought from the local stores around here.

 

But what craziness it was from my part to drag my kids there on a rainy Saturday afternoon! The only reason to do that is that I needed my eldest with me for the pant-shopping, to try them on and choose which ones she likes, but we rarely have time for a Jumbo-trip on weekdays, haven’t had time for it lately anyway. So there we were, like a milloin other people too. My younger daughter running and jumping and skidding and bumping into others. Both kids constantly bickering and nagging at each other. Big sister playing the role of a shepherd dog and little sister getting really pissed off by it. And toward the end of our trip, she stopped obeying me altogether and I truly wished I had a dog leash to tie her with… Nearly bought one.

 

Finally, at the end of our shopping, I even lost my kids in the grocery dept. of Prisma. I was so totally fed up with their fooling around that I walked on, picking up items, returning to the cart I finally let them push and putting the items in. At one point they didn’t see where I went – from all that messing around with the cart – and went looking for me in the opposite direction. My eldest kid had her cell phone with her, but whoop-de-doo, the battery was dead! So after a frantic search and near-tears I finally found my kids and steered them out of Prisma and into our car.

 

Happy shopping indeed! I was utterly exhausted and very cranky myself after the experience. Decided that despite being tired, tonight was the time for a run to cool me off. But unfortunately that wasn’t so perfect either.

 

When my husband got home from our construction, I leapt out of the door. At first running felt great after this four week break – gosh! has it really been so long! But then my lungs started to hurt. Seems that they’re not fully recovered from the flu yet. And at 2km my mp3’s battery went dead and I seriously contemplated on turning back because my lungs didn’t feel that great. But I decided to trodd on for a while yet and after another km or so, my lungs didn’t hurt anymore, so I kept going. I thought I could make it thru my whole run after all.

 

But. The first long up-hill proved otherwise. I actually had to walk halfway up! Something I haven’t done once since I started running last September. So I did cut my run short. Well, maybe not more than 1-1,5km shorter than usual, but I did walk the steepest hill up too and the last couple hundred meters before home. Tho my lungs didn’t hurt, it was like I couldn’t get enough oxygen to my muscles. And so I came home with muddy and soken sneakers – yeah, it’s wet wet wet outside, tho fortunately it didn’t rain – and feeling like a real looser.

 

Then I reminded myself that more than the 4week break in running, the reason for this poor achievement is the flu I suffered during the Xmastime. I mean, if a week of fever with a couple days of nearly 40 degrees C, combined with burning lungs and a throat so sore I couldn’t swallow and for a day or two not a sound came out of me, doesn’t affect you, then what? So it was only good that I eased up a bit, maybe I’d have been wiser to ease even more. But I did go to two dance lessons this week and feel allright so I didn’t really anticipate this struggle in running. Hope it won’t backfire on me!

 

But now the, hmm, disstressing day is over, I’m in my jammies, the girls are fast asleep and look so angelic in their sleep. All is peaceful. Nice 🙂