Chug-along-chica!

I love rain!  Rain is soooooooo...dah!  Words can't describe it.  It's just a gift and that's a FACT!  I was scheduled to run with a new friend from church tonight, but oddly enough, she didn't want to run in the rain.  We're gonna try again on Thursday.  I ran with my super sweet non-running friend Holly tonight instead & she did so well!  She ran 1.25 miles and only stopped to walk once.  She's gonna be sore tomorrow, though!   Her husband asked me how on earth I got her to start running.  Apparently he loves to run and he's been trying to get her to run for years.  I think the secret trick is that I'm not her husband.  Husbands must tread very carefully when suggesting that the dear wife needs to start exercising.  : )  I hope I can run with Holly all the time from now on.  She's like a sister to me, only tall.  (He he he.  That is a jab at my nymph-like mini-sisters.) 

I felt GREAT on this run.  It was cool, and I could've run longer and enjoyed it, but I am under a time constraint.  So good night everybody! 

Lybi

I ran with Holly again.  She is not sure she likes running at all.  It is just pure pain and torture--no fun.  I told her I used to feel the same way!  We went 1.5 miles and raced the last tenth of a mile.  Fun.  Then I ran another 1.6 by myself.  Felt okay, it was nice and cool.  I was maybe slightly less energetic from the stress of a challenging day.

My little 2 year-old broke his arm!  First broken bone in the family.  He was very brave and sweet throughout the whole ordeal of getting it checked, x-rayed, and casted.  Just a little cuddle-bug the whole time--crying only whenever it was touched.  Longish day that ended up even longer because he had a very hard time sleeping.  We were up well past 2 am last night.  Although I am very sad he had this terrible injury, I am so grateful for all the wonderful people who helped that day.  Quick list of amazing coincidences (tender mercies, really):

1.  My friend was visiting when it happened.  She watched my other kids--no need to get babysitter.

2.  My pediatrician had an immediate opening (THIS NEVER HAPPENS!) So I didn't have to take him to the emergency room.  The pediatrician was running on time, and we were in and out in less than half and hour--amazing, no absolutely unprecedented!  The Dr. was so gentle examining him that he didn't even cry--he just winced once or twice.

3.  The X-ray place is right next door to the pediatrician's office, so I just walked over, carrying Adam.  Amazingly, they were almost empty and we were seen in under half and hour.  The tech was soooo good, and again, Adam didn't even cry.  5 minutes after the X ray was taken, a tech rushed out to the waiting room to tell me that Adam needed a splint RIGHT NOW and helped me put it on.  I was out the door 5 minutes later with the X-rays in hand and a diagnosis--mildly deformed distal radial fracture.

4.  I called the casting place and they had an opening in under and hour.  (My pediatrician had warned me that it often takes several days to get in to get an appointment.  I guess they often just leave the splint on for awhile.  Maybe Adam's injury was given priority because it was "mildly deformed"?)

Anyway, now Adam is fine, and if you ask him if he likes having a cast on he will say yes!  He is so much more comfortable with it on.   Thank goodness for modern medicine!   Every single person I met with yesterday was kind, helpful, and so gentle. 

Evening run. 

2 miles with Holly.  She was very sore, so we took it very easy.  Walked a lot too. 

Oops.

Ran 2 miles with Holly at 14:00 pace (this is including walking breaks).   She ran probably 90% of the time, which I think is just fabulous for someone starting to run for the first time ever.   Then I ran 2 more alone at 10:15 pace.  For someone who says she does not want to run, she is proving to be quite dedicated--or at least open to running often.  

Holly and I went grocery shopping today.   She is trying to teach me to cook more healthy meals, or at least cook a little bit.  We happened to both be wearing skirts.  Someone stopped us in the aisle because she thought we were LDS missionaries.  Very flattering to be mistaken for a 21 year-old.  (Especially since between the 2 of us, we have 8 kids!)  Anyways, this sweet lady did not let the mere detail that we weren't actually real missionaries stop her from pouring out her soul to us and seeking comfort.  It was enough to look like missionaries, in this case.  I told Holly that we should bring BOMs next time.  I bet we could place a few . . .

If anyone is concerned, little Adam is recovering well, although he does not sleep soundly at night.  He can't really get his thumb to his mouth (he only sucks his right thumb, for some reason).  I guess that is a side benefit of the cast, or it WILL be, once he has adjusted to no-thumbville.  In the meantime, James and I are having our characters refined.