I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Peach cobbler, funerals, and treadmill angstLiza
This is what’s not going on in the Howard house tonight: I’m not running 20 miles on the treadmill. Instead, I’m tucking into my third(!) piece of peach cobbler and watching “Freakonomics” on Netflix. Eliot’s somewhere between Cleveland and Toledo, driving the last leg of his trip to his grandfather’s funeral. Dr. John M. Howard was in his 90s when he passed away. He was an Army surgeon during the Korean war and family lore (along with a History Channel documentary) has it that he was the inspiration for M*A*S*H’s Trapper John — as well as being one of the founder’s of the United States’ EMS system. Interestingly flying to Toledo, Ohio from San Antonio, Texas on short notice is just as expensive as flying to Hawaii from here. So Asa and I are at home. And after a long week of Spring Break and a few days of single parenting ahead, I just don’t have it in me to get on the treadmill tonight. Truly, I wish the Mack truck would come back and just finish the job.
I’m bummed I’m failing to make this run happen, but even if I got on the mill now, it would just be a death march. I need to put in a good 2o miles. I’ll hop into bed in a few minutes and get up at 3:30 to try to get it done before Asa gets up. At times like this, I wish I’d stumbled into ultra running about a decade ago. What could I possibly have done with all those extra hours pre-Asa? Eliot made the mistake of pointing out that running didn’t seem to be making me very happy right now. After biting his observant head off, I explained how it’s not the running; It’s constantly trying to fit the running in, — and feeling guilty about fitting the running in, and being tired from all the running. I’m sure the mood will be lighter in Toledo for him.
I did get Asa a manufactured fireman’s helmet today — after he insisted on wearing a small tupperware tub on his head this morning at the library playground. (“It’s my firefighter’s face shield, Mom.”)
I’ll post the peach cobbler food log and yesterday’s food log tomorrow.