Twix
The only thing I did last night that resembled any form of exercise was squat down to pick up the Twix wrapper that fell to the floor as I stuffed the candy in my mouth. Needless to say yesterday didn't end so well. After a carefully measured dinner of six ounces of fish, two cups of steamed broccoli and salad, I proceeded to enjoy a multitude of Mini-Twix. My excuse: "They're only 50 calories each." Which isn't so bad, but when you, say, have 10 of them, well then you're screwed. In another life I would have reacted in a very bad way, toyed with the idea of eating nothing today and been mentally haunted by the Twix and my lack of self-control for several days. Luckily (well, more like by the grace of God) those days are behind me.
So last night I went to bed with no guilt, but with my body so chocked full of sugar (that it isn't accustomed to eating) that I laid awake for about an hour, trying to fall asleep. Despite my difficulty getting to sleep I feel remarkably well-rested this morning and ready for a little adventure: today Sophia and I will run together.
It is finally warm enough and Sophie is finally big enough to run in The BOB. What I spent my wakeful hour thinking about last night was where to run. Our town has very bad sidewalks that don't go very far (and some very weird people--like drug dealing weird) and while I don't mind running in our town on my own (mostly because within a few minutes I am out of town) I don't really want to run around with my daughter. And I'm not sure we're ready for the open road yet either, speeding cars don't usually scare me but when I'm pushing the most precious thing ever in front of me…yeah, not so much.
I could go to the town my parents live in, which has nicer sidewalks that actually go for more than a mile (and less-weird people) or the town over which has plenty of very nice sidewalks thanks to the college campus that dominates its landscape or to the beach. Last night before I drifted off, I decided the beach would be the perfect place for our first run together. This morning I checked the tide charts (I've made that mistake before: I'll go running on the beach today! [Arrive at the beach.] Oh, its high tide, there is no beach.) and low tide is right around the same time as the warmest part of the day. Perfect.
I'll let you know if it is as perfect as I imagined it in my mind last night as I was falling asleep: me jogging effortlessly behind the stroller, my ponytail swaying in the ocean breeze, Sophia babbling happily to herself, and everyone who I pass says, "Did you just have a baby? Wow! You look AMAZING!"
Yeah, right. In my dreams. They will probably stop me, point to the ground behind me and say: "Um, excuse me, but I think you dropped your Twix wrapper."