catherine's running efforts

I was totally going to run last night. I even made it to the gym parking lot. But Elliott's 5 months old on Friday and I had decided that I'd stop pumping for her at 6 months and I was pre-sad about it and some people going into the gym saw me crying and then I was embarrassed so I went home. 

But today in my class some students were talking about the Halloween Half and their times, and I thought to myself, "Self, you should have run that race." So I was all sorts of motivated to run tonight. 

Speaking of running and babies, lots of times I feel sorry for myself because of all the fatness I got when I was pregnant. But the other day I noticed that I was only about 10 miles lower than Eric for the month, and I realized that he's had to sacrifice a lot too. I'm proud of him for still doing something every day, especially since most of the time it happens after midnight.

I'm pretty sure that at some point my body is going to naturally not want any more Halloween candy. I'm all about being natural (much like the tarahumara), so until that happens I'm going to keep eating it. All day every day. 

Three easy miles on the treadmill, but .10 at 6:00 twice during the last mile. 

Elliott likes oatmeal. 

Thursdays are like my Fridays because once I teach my class in the afternoon I don't have anything else I really have to worry about until Monday nights (my Friday/Monday job requires very little thought). And lately even Tuesday-Thursday hasn't been that bad because we have someone come over to watch Elliott for about 8 hours during the week, so I've actually been able to prepare for my classes. This means that often I feel like everyone else is taking care of Elliott more than I am, but I figure it's just until the end of the semester (when I quit the Friday/Monday job! Yay!). 

Three easy miles on the treadmill, and Cold Stone for dessert (we got those discount coupons from Costco). 

I didn't think I'd run today - late night last night, early morning this morning, and then right after work we're heading to Orem to babysit Elliott's cousin so his parents can go to the BYU game. But I realized that I could run to meet a friend for lunch at Himalayan Kitchen. It was warm enough to run barefoot. My tummy was too full of yummy food to run back to work, though. 

Gym was closed. I ran towards Cold Stone until Eric and Elliott picked me up.