Well. Things have been busier than I thought and I am having a harder time than I imagined fitting it all in! Add in an hour of exercise (sometimes a little more depending on intensity) and then the inevitable tiredness that strikes at inconvenient times and... WHAM, it is 5:00 pm and I'm starting dinner plans (one of the things I HAVE successfully done regularly) with only one or two things marked off the list!
I've had fun, though. And I refuse to stress about things that don't matter...yet (like how the nursery is still an explosion of baby gifts, nothing is washed or put together, and I have yet to wash all the window sills and baseboards as planned). I'm taking care of my Ironman husband - making sure his lunches and dinners are packed with healthy nutrients to sustain his activity. I'm managing the house (mostly), keeping up with laundry and dishes, keeping healthy beverages available for the ever hydrating athlete and mama-to-be, and doing a few other odd chores here and there. But fitting in EVERYTHING has been...well... more challenging than I anticipated.
This weekend Jason took Friday off so we could drive to Birmingham to drop off his bike and gear for delivery to Idaho for the Ironman. It was cheaper and probably friendlier to his bike to do it that way. After walking 3 miles with my sis, off we went to Birmingham. We got back to Huntsville, did a little shopping for the Ironman, hit the pool for some laps, and then I babysat my niece and nephew so Julie and Mark could see Avengers for Mark's birthday (great movie by the way).
Saturday morning we were up by 4:30 a.m. heading to Bellbuckle, TN for the annual RC Cola Moonpie 10 Mile, which we have run every year we've been together (only missing one while being in Montana for a marathon). I didn't run it, but Jason represented well finishing in 1:01 and winning 2nd in his age group. I walked and ran while I waited for him and then I ran the last mile with my mom for a total of 3 miles that morning. We drove home, rested a few hours, hit the pool again and then Jason's Deli and 32 degrees (yogurt) for a much needed afternoon treat. I slept like a ROCK that night.
Sunday we got up early, got in our morning runs and then headed to Fayetteville, TN to go to church with my parents and hang at their house for Father's Day. My sister and her kids and in-laws came as well, along with my Aunt Cindy and we ate BBQ, Edward's pies (my dad's favorite) and enjoyed talking, laughing and catching up. Jason rode his bike home (the one not delivered to Birmingham) and I drove, getting home around 5:00 pm and finishing up some things around the house that hadn't gotten tackled. When I DO have energy, I like to seize the moment and quite literally become a tornado of activity cramming it all in before I feel the need to lie on the couch like some sort of invalid.
WHEW! Now it is Monday morning and I've walked with my sis, seen Jason off to work, and I'm having breakfast, catching up on a little blog reading and writing, sipping a little coffee before tackling my "to do" list and getting ready for the Ironman. My mom and dad are driving to Idaho to hang with me and cheer for Jason too. We thought it might be good for this 33 week pregnant lady to have a little support herself...just in case, and I am so glad they are coming! Mom and Dad love traveling out west and also have plans to visit Glacier National Park after the event.
I'm excited about this trip. It is sort of our last big adventure before we are parents for real and adventures become a little less frequent. I love watching Jason participate in the Ironman - and a side note here - if you ever get a chance to spectate this event, DO IT! It will blow your mind, inspire you beyond belief, and if you let it, set your own imagination to wondering what YOU are capable of achieving. It is amazing to watch, especially when a loved one is participating. I have the utmost respect for these athletes and I feel a kinship with all of them even though I am not an Ironman myself. I want to cheer for them ALL, pat them all on the back, and say WELL DONE! I always get emotional when I see Jason finish his marathon. I feel pride as he completes such a challenging feat, relief that the man I love is okay, inspiration, excitement, amazement, all wrapped into that moment when I see his form round the last corner and head for the finish line. I want to hug the volunteer that takes care of him afterward, and I am like an adoring fan when he is finally handed off to me.
|Jason's first Ironman, Louisville, Kentucky 2010|
|Jason's second Ironman, Madison, Wisconsin 2011|