Sleeping

I’ve read numerous articles about how to improve your running get at least 10 hours sleep. Sounds Devine. However, if I get 10 hours of sleep each night, I would not be able to get my runs in. Correct me if I’m wrong, but won’t that ‘hurt’ my over all running? Yes, I know I’m being sarcastic. I would love to get 10 hours of sleep. Hell, I’d love 8 hours of sleep. OK. If I’m being honest 6 hours of sleep would be the most wonderful thing in the world. That is 6 hours of straight sleep. No getting up to fix my daughters covers and pretty pillows that must be just so. Or no getting my son’s a sip of water or blinky in the middle of the night. Or even to tell my cute daughters that it’s only 4 am and not time to get up yet. Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy I am able to comfort my children with a kiss and a hug. That is one of the numerous things I love about being a mom. It’s just sometimes when all four kids are in cahoots with each other to wake me up every hour, I get a little impatient by the 5th hour.

Now I am really good at managing my time. (Don’t ask my husband. He’ll lie and say I try to cram too much in a day) I get a lot done in one day. More by 6 am then most people do all day. But to accomplish this I don’t get as much sleep. So tell me how do you get 10 hours of sleep, with: 4 kids under 5 years old, a husband you like to spend time with, laundry for 6 people (why must girls change their clothes so much?), home school said children, keep the house clean (which my standards are lower than they used to be. If in doubt ask my hubby), run 25-35 miles per week, cross train 2-3 times a week, make meals from scratch to keep grocery bills down (these kids eat a lot!), train in my martial arts, schedule seminars, be family scheduler for husbands 3 jobs, and have time to play with the kids?

Yep, I cheated



September 29, 2009, 7:08AM

By Angela Keith, guest community blogger


I came home from track last night dripping with sweat and what must have been a guilty look on my face. Aric (my hubby) sensed something was amiss.



"What have you been doing?"



"Uh, nothing honey," I said, with less confidence than I intended. "Just pace leading ... You know, like I always do on Wednesday nights. How was your evening?"



"You seem a little flushed. Anything you want to tell me?" he pried.



"Uh, no. I don't think so," I continued innocently. "My group did really well tonight. We did 300's."



He squinted with suspicion. "Yeah? So you just ran with the slower pace, right? You didn't run any 300's for you, of course, because you're injured. Right?"



He must have seen through my cool veneer into the panic of my mind, as I avoided eye contact. The pressure was too much. I cracked. "Yes, I did it!" I blurted. "I cheated! I ran three extra 300's on my own. I'm sorry, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to feel the thrill of running again. I needed to run. Please, you forgive me, can't you?"



"Huh? What the heck are talking about?" he queried. "You don't need forgiveness. You just can't complain when you injure yourself again." Hard and cold, he continued, "No crying to me about your 'hammy' hurting. I'll just say, 'I told you so.' Got it?"



Grudgingly, I agreed. "Yes, dear."



With that resolved, he lightened the mood. "So, how did you do," he asked. "What were your times?"



Way to stand firm and not enable me, honey. How am I ever going to learn if my husband doesn't keep me in line better? Oh, well.



From there we talked about how slow my times were. He was very encouraging, saying that it won't take me too long to get my times back. I think he is just excited that I'm going to run with him again this Friday. I do believe my hubby misses our Friday running dates. So I guess it's OK to cheat... as long as your spouse is a runner, too. Who knew?



Laugh and run on, my friends.

Arm Warmers

I tried my first pair of arm warmers today. The verdict? I love them. It was nice to be able to roll them down when I warmed up and during the run when I cooled down I just rolled them back up. I am now on a mission to find more. Sorry hubby, but I must have more to wear. I am thinking you will see me with them everywhere. I am not a fan of coats, I wear short sleeves until snow and ice is everywhere. I just get too stinking hot in coats and long sleeves. The arm warmers are the perfect answer. I do have to admit that I like to show off my arms. They are cute and I work hard to make them look good! So which arm warmers do you like?

I've moved

Well, posting has been...well not happening. I've moved back into my old beautiful house. Which is good and back. Good because it's big and pretty. Bad becaue it's big and out in the boondocks. I have the case of SHWS. What? Could it be you don't know what SHWS is? Well, let me enlighten you. Spoiled Housewife Syndrome is a case of whinny, grumpy, piss and moan because you can't have your way. I can't workout like I used too. I can't run in town with my friend whenever I want. It's a good hour extra of driving to go into town to run with my friends. I'm racking my brian on how to make it work. So here is what I have come up with.

Tuesday and Thursday I go into town to run with two friends at 7:30 am then workout at the House of pain from 9-10. After which I run quick errands in time to be home by noon, if I'm lucky.