Holy Coldness! It took all I had to get out of bed and not be a pansy this morning, and NOW I'm glad I did :) 16 is bitter cold...at least I think it may have been that warm. Urban Trail Loop with George and Chad. Despite multiple layers the wind bit right through! Questions I pondered on this run: Why is it that your FAT is what always gets and stays cold?!? Shouldn't it keep you warm? But mine is cold for HOURS afterward and even when I can tell my muscles are warm the outsides (fat) on my legs is cold...what gives? Why do you run so slow in the cold? Is it because you can't really warm up? I swear I can't get moving in the cold! Finally, why do I always get dizzy when I switch from dirt to road running? Is it because I don't have the ground to study in front of me so my mind finally relaxes and I can look up? Yeah, all that thinking and a lot of talking too :)
AP: 8:45 After finally warming up I headed off to spin class. I loved the kick-butt workout! 55 solid minutes of sweaty goodness!!
Today is my oldest child's birthday. My baby girl is 12....TWELVE!!! How or when did I get so old? When I turned 12, I asked my parents for a boy/girl party and went roller skating. My 'boyfriend' held my hand on the couples skate. I knew just about everything: what I was going to be when I grew up, who I was going to marry, where I was going to live, how many children I would have, the many ways I would change the world and show people how to do things and, most importantly, who I was! HA! I really think about turning 12 and feel like it was a huge milestone and changing point in my life. Because I was SO grown up. The world was my oyster. How in the world can I have a daughter that old and that can even THINK those kind of thoughts?!? I'm still learning how to be a good parent and there are LOTS of things I don't even want her to remember about me right now! :) Poor girl. Having her when I was 20 (almost 21) really forced her to grow up along side me as I did so. I don't know how I deserved such an amazing child to come into my life and I don't believe I deserve it most days. I guess I should just be glad she is more put-together, mature and forgiving than her mother is. Someday I hope she can forgive me for being such a crappy mother! I do my best, but man alive...that poor girl should only be 6! I should only have a 6 year old, maybe in 6 more years I'll be ready for her to be 12 and remember more :)
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