Run, Lucy, Run

Peppermint Bark is Evil

December 18th, 2006

After recovering from my stupid cold last week, I am finally trying to get back into some sort of physical activity to ward off the effects of the non-stop binge that has been going on over here.  The last two weekends, I have taken pilates classes which involved work on their crazy-ass machines with straps and pulleys not to mention various moves involving inflatable balls and other doodads.  It felt great while I was doing it, but I have to admit that my lower back feels pretty tweaked today-if it isn’t from the pilates then it is from the ever-growing 11 pound infant that I carry around in the Baby Bjorn.  Tomorrow, if my back feels better, I’m going to try and go for a run.  I ran last week but didn’t write about it because the whole experience was sort of ridiculous.  Here’s how I used to go for a run:

• change clothes
• put on shoes
• grab keys
• go

Here’s how it goes these days:

• wait for baby to wake up from nap
• feed baby, if baby is grouchy
• change clothes while baby stares at mobile in crib
• look at baby, looking at mobile.  Adore him.
• put on shoes
• strap baby into car seat amid righteous protesting
• get ready to leave and then realize that the fucking jogging stroller is not in the car
• put dog in charge of watching baby
• drag stupid, awkward, heavy jogging stroller to car
• return to house, explain to dog that I never promised her money in exchange for babysitting
• load diaper bag and carseat containing child (this bit is crucial) into car
• arrive at my usual route, unload jogging stroller
• put now sleeping, non-protesting child into stroller with great delicacy so as not to set off another round of demonstrations
• try to remember what the hell I came out here to do

That whole process took about 35 minutes.  I think I ran for 20 before feeling like my lungs were going to pop.  Do you understand my frustration?  Regardless, I am going to try again tomorrow.  I am hoping to streamline this entire production by having the dog feed the baby as well as tie my shoes and load the stroller into the car.  I’ll let you know how that goes.

Entry Filed under: Baby Madness, Running, Animals