Last night I was up at 3 am feeding Angelica, and up again with her at 5:30. So obviously I decided to take Nat out for a 9 mile run today. Partially, it was because of the worries I wrote about yesterday — I don’t want to get out of the habit of running, so heading out for a longer run the day after Angelica came home was my way of throwing down the gauntlet to myself. I also wanted to get Nat out of the house for some alone-time with him, since he is a bit overwhelmed by this “new sister” thing and about to explode. He’ll explode into a thousand pieces of sweet, well-meaning big-brother, but still explode.
(Okay, this is still “just” my running blog, but I think I need to just throw a picture of Angelica out there, since she won’t be strapped into the jogging stroller for almost a year)
(There. Now back to the blog)
Mother nature has seen fit to usher in Spring with an accompanying cast of sleet, snow, rain and wind, so I also wanted to take advantage of the fact that today was clear. Cold, so we bundled up in winter gear (good thing I held of packing away the tights!), but perfect for running, and we headed north to Ft. Green and the Gym Park. I figured a few hours of leaping about on the trampoline would be just what Nat needed to work out all his energy and emotions: it takes a lot of self-control to remember “Don’t push the baby!” (A rule he can recite, but unfortunately often does so immediately after pushing over another toddler.) And Angelica could most likely use a few hours of not having Nat practice using his “gentle touch” on her. He’s sweet, but a bit overwhelming.
Unfortunately, after the usual 3.5 miles to Gym Park, we discovered they were closed! We drowned out disappointment in a chocolate chip cookie, then went to play on a nearby playground. The wind was a bit much, however, especially since I was just in my running clothes, and even Nat declared it was “too cold” after a few minutes in the swing. I bundled him back into the stroller, and within a mile or two he was out.
I headed South along the wide bike-lane that follows Kent to the BQE, then continued on Kent, then Franklin, down to Atlantic. After dropping off a prescription at Duane Reede I rounded the run off to 9 miles — part of me wanted to go further, but I reminded myself of that sudden ankle pain last week, and the need for moderation. As I type this now, Nat is still sleeping, and M is in the next room with Angelica. It seems I can get in a run after a restless night of bottles and lullabies. Hopefully its the first of many . . .