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• when you gotta go, you gotta go

Nope, this is not a poopy pee pee story. If I wanted to write about that, I would start a blog about the below-the-belt mentality of my 3 and 6 year old kids in their fired up, pre-bedtime giggles. Nor is it a story about not quite making it to the Honey Bucket at mile 20 of some race. Sorry to disappoint.

Ever have one of those days that you wake up and say, “I just have to get a run in”, but there is seriously not one minute you have time to do it? Today was one of those days. Having had a great run yesterday, I wanted more. I had thought about hopping on my TST (Total Shit Treadmill – more on that in a later post) at 5:15 am, but the house was so quite and, even though it’s in the garage, it’s so old it makes too much noise. Gone was my white noise filter since we turned off the summer fans.  The kids would have surely woken up. Turns out they woke up shortly thereafter anyway. Sigh.

After I tended to the kids in the morning, I headed off to work, then back to school in the afternoon to pick up my daughter, May. Back home, I was still jonesing for a run. Then I figured what the hey, May can play in the backyard while I hop on my TST and get in at least a couple miles. It took me 45 minutes just to set May up with cool stuff she could do in the back yard, like play in the water table with a million and one containers, her duck and boat, water can for watering the garden and random kitchen utensils.

Ok, finally, it’s my turn. Music blaring, garage door open for air and I’m set. After a quarter mile, it starts to rain, so I get May an umbrella and boots so she can continue the water table play. On top of that, she would like to wash her bicycle, but only after I help her put on her ensemble of safety attire to include  bicycle helmet, elbow and knee pads. Oh, and get a snack.

Dripping wet with sweat and rain, I manage another three-quarters of a mile and things are groovin’. Except now May is bored with washing her bike in the rain and would like to try out the treadmill. I tell her it’s really for adults and to stand back a ways. I say this not because I am really afraid she will step on the belt, but that the belt may decide today is the last day of being pummeled repititiously,  fly off and kill her. It started making a new clunking noise this afternoon that I was trying to ignore.

I coaxed May into playing for just a couple more minutes and finally crossed my imaginary finish line, placing 1st in my age group. (C’mon, you play that game and you know it) Counting interruptions, it took me 40 minutes to run 2 miles, but hey, when you gotta go, you gotta go.

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