First, while I was running uphill, I was passes by a (very fit) mom running with a double-running stroller, which had two kids in it (larger than my own children). I was kind of upset to get passed by someone pushing a stroller up a hill. She really smoked me, too. I went through a series of thoughts/emotions:
- tried to catch up
- hated myself
- hated her
- thought, not only am I a bad runner, but I'm also a bad mother since I'm not running with my children
- reminded myself not to compare myself to others but to focus only on myself
- felt pride over my own accomplishments
- finally, felt pride for this woman, for being able to have kids and still be able to kick some serious ass running up a hill. Good for her!
So that was my own little emotional battle whilst running.
And then, as I'm nearing the end of my run and really just chugging along trying to get it over with...
I swallowed a bug!
Yes, I swallowed a freaking bug. But it didn't happen quite that quickly, no. It was a bit of a spectacle. First, I'm running along, minding my own. Then, a bug flies straight in to the back of my throat. I stop and start to try to hack it out. This then gags me, and I start to wretch, like I'm going to throw up. This then makes me feel like I'm going to pee my pants. I end up crouched on the ground, trying desperately not to pee myself, hacking, and swearing. I finally realize the only thing for me to do is to swallow that damn bug. So I did. Not without shouting out a few more obscenities.
So that was how my day started.
The good news: I got in an awesome run. About 5.5 miles in about 50 or 55 minutes.
Later today I'm going to take the boys to Krogers so that Taylor can look for a "squishy killer whale thing" that he "hid" somewhere in Kroger the last time we were there (which was at least two weeks ago). This should be an interesting experience.
This is my life. Kroger squishy whale scavenger hunt. I really hope we find it; otherwise, this little boy is going to be very disappointed. Oh well.