Thanks to a combination of sleep deprivation, hormones, and trying to get my life back in order I have a lot of things on mind. Some are funny, some are trivial, some are serious, and some are out of plain annoyance. Enjoy…
Even though this blog is named “Crazy Running Legs”, deep down I questioned if I really enjoyed running or if I was just faking it SO MUCH that I learned to love it. Well, the verdict is in. Nothing like an extended absence to make you really appreciate things. I truly, deeply love to run. Thank God. It would be really annoying for me to keep up this blog if I didn’t.
Please don’t tell me you’re tired.
Unless you have a baby or you’re pregnant, I don’t want to hear it. I mean, I sympathize with you because being tired sucks, but still don’t expect me to commiserate. Especially if you’re tired because you stayed up late for fun. And yes, I CHOSE to be this tired and it is worth it, but just…no. It’s not the same. Well, maybe it is, except it’s like choosing to go out and party every night and when you’re 35? That’s just crazy talk.
Postpartum hormones, I hate you.
I don’t have postpartum depression (thankfully!) and the baby blues were VERY minimal this time around, so I really can’t complain. BUT I am slightly anxiety-ridden and stressed out about things I can’t control. This includes, but is not limited to: ways my children can injure/harm themselves while they are at summer camp, my parents getting ill/sick/dying, my kids becoming teenagers (which brings on a whole slew of other worries/fears), and other disasters like my house spontaneously setting itself on fire.
It’s really fun.
I think every parent has these fears, but they are super amplified for me the first 6 months or so postpartum. Don’t worry, they aren’t extreme (which CAN be a symptom of PPD), but every now and then I will be struck with these horrid thoughts. I think these are the things people don’t talk about happening after having a baby because they fear it’s not “normal”, but since when is postpartum “normal”? So basically, I have no advice on how to deal with the hormones, but if you’re experiencing it too, you’re not alone.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to read blogs from first-time moms and not tell them to just “relax”
When you have your first baby everything seems hard. At least it did for me. I stressed about everything, I was anal about everything, and read up on EVERYTHING. Then I had subsequent kids, who are no less challenging (I mean, they all have their quirks), but the baby was always the easiest part of the equation.
So, now I’m that asshole who is always commenting things like, “This too shall pass!” (it will) and “Relax and don’t stress about it – you’ll figure it out!” (you will!) and I’m sorry. However, I’m still going to say these things to you but only because they are true and in 5 years they will all seem so damn trivial to you. In fact, you’ll think, “Why did I waste so much time worrying about why my baby wouldn’t eat avocados when now they want to eat me out of house and home!” Promise.
As much as I love running, I cannot read posts about other people’s running workouts/splits/lots and lots of numbers.
Now, I love race recaps, and I love to read about people’s training experiences, but when I read something that involves numbers and splits and all of that shit? My brain pretty much closes down. Reading that someone ran a quarter of a mile in 25 thousand nanoseconds makes me want to stab my eyes out. Am I alone in this feeling?
If it’s not a pizza, don’t call it a pizza.
Same goes for cake.
I get it, you’re trying to be creative – but unless it’s really a pizza – don’t call it that. This goes for any made up food used to replaced something that is yummy and good and should be enjoyed (in moderation). Zucchini that’s shredded and boiled is not pasta. Veggie loaf is NOT cake. Truthfully, I don’t even know WHAT that is. But come on now – just call it what it is!
Babies giggling in the tub are just cute.
To be honest, this kid is on my mind about 80% of the day. I just love his smiley baby face to pieces and I miss him SO MUCH. Everything else just makes me grumpy. Obviously.
There’s more, but I’m tired (see above) and I need to pour myself a glass of wine, so I’ll save it for another time. Aren’t you lucky?
Tell me, what’s on YOUR mind?