Happy Friday! I am quite excited for the weekend to begin. Not only because tonight is the start of the Islanders season, but because Sunday is the little boy’s 10th birthday.
After my fabulous 8 mile run yesterday morning, I spent the day running errands, ordering the perfect birthday cake and picking up presents and goodies.
The runner’s high I experienced from my run powered me through easily 5 hours of shopping.
I don’t always experience the runner’s high feeling and the more I think about it, I haven’t had the feeling in a while. Yesterday was just a great run. The kind where you are going pretty fast, feeling comfortable yet challenging yourself at the same time.
While I ran, I thought about how I never dreamed in a million years that I would ever have a boy.
Seriously. It never occurred to me while growing up or even when I found out that I was pregnant that I could possibly give birth to a boy. I always assumed I would have a girl.
I will never forget that on the way to my 20-week sonogram appointment where they tell you the sex of the baby, I stopped at a maternity store for new clothes.
The shirt that I wanted came in pink and blue. I asked the cashier to find the pink shirt for me in my size.
All that was left in my size was the shirt in blue. I knew in that moment I was about to find out I was having a boy.
Look – he still has the same little face.
That little boy instantly became my best little friend. And he knows it too.
He may say that I am just some runner who likes ice cream but I am pretty sure deep down he knows I am the coolest mom there is, who loves him unconditionally no matter how many balls he throws at me in any given week or how often he informs me that cooking quinoa is weird.
Where the time went I haven’t a clue. There are so many days where we spend our minutes waiting for time to pass, for the workday to end, for bedtime to come, for Friday to arrive. And then suddenly, ten years have flown by in what feels like a week.
A lot of life has occurred between the time he wore those sweet little Robeez.
And lots of great cakes have occurred too.
This weekend will be no exception. I have strategically planned out all of our meals and desserts and will share it all with you on Monday.
I am hoping to squeeze in my long run tomorrow morning. Where there is a will there is a way.
It’s funny – when I was planning out my fall race calendar a few months ago, a majority of the races I wanted to run all fell over this weekend.
Especially the Diva Half Marathon this Sunday.
But I just couldn’t register for it. Even before I lost my strong desire for racing.
Sunday is his day. He tells me turning double digits is quite the big deal. And it is.
Doesn’t matter how fast I could run the 13.1 – the preparation, time spent getting to/from race as well as recovering would just not be fair to him and would absolutely take some of the focus off of his special day.
I can run 13.1 miles any day, any where. There will always be another race. The moments spent with your kids on their special days, those mornings where you make birthday pancakes and watch them open gifts are few and far between.
Yes, I will be making a giant stack of birthday pancakes possibly with sprinkles in the batter, chocolate chips, whipped cream topped off with candles.
You wouldn’t want to miss it either, admit it.
Have a great weekend!
I NEED TO KNOW:
Are you running in a race this weekend?
Ever give up a race you wanted to run in order to spend time with someone special?
Do you remember your 10th birthday? I do, I had my birthday part at the roller rink!