Chris spent the weekend putting up all of our baby gates. Our house was not built with baby proofing in mind. Some of our walls curve out to make our staircase look grander but ends up making it awkward for a gate. Ditto for our stairs heading into the basement where the post at the top of the stairs lines up with a window making it impossible to have a straight gate across.
Henry tested out the new gates and approves.
I was feeling a little under the weather this past week, hence the lack of posts. I was feeling better today so I finally got to finish week 3 of the couch to 5km training (I’m about 4 days behind). For some reason, I had it in my head that once I learned how to run, it would be easy. I keep forgetting that people who run, do it for exercise, not because it’s easy. Week 4 consists of running for 3 minutes, walking 90 seconds, running for 5 minutes, walking for 2.5 minutes, running 3, walking 90 seconds and then a last run of 5 minutes. I’m starting to panic now that there’s more running than walking. By the end of next week, I’m expected to run 20 minutes straight. I think I just need to hear other runners say “hell ya it’s hard but worth it” to keep me motivated. I don’t know why I thought this would be easy. So far though I never feel terrible after a run. I feel a bit tired and a tad sore but not at death’s door. I bought the C25k app off of iTunes and love using it. I made myself a running mix to go along with it and although it’s always on random, every time I get to the cool down period, the time where I’m thinking “ugh, I wish I were home but have to walk for another 5-7 minutes” the song “25 miles” from Edwin Starr comes on. I love it! It’s exactly the song I need to get me home with the lyrics “Come on feet, don’t fail me now” and “I got to keep on walking, I got to walk on.. oh oh oh oh, I’m so tired, but I just can’t lose my stride”. It’s like my iPod knows I need that extra boost to get home.
I could have used that motivational song on Friday when my mom and I went to the Samko and Miko toy sale at Lansdowne Park. We went the opening morning and it was a mad house. Got there at 10am and left at 1:10. We only shopped for max one hour and then spent the remaining time waiting in line while being pushed from every side. This one guy had his baby in an ergo carrier and basically crushed his baby against my mom’s back so that he could reach for a toy. I felt like I was in some sort of lab experiment to see how much crap a person is willing to put up with for a few bucks off of toys. I vowed never to return to this crazy sale. Although I did befriend a nice Scottish lady in line and got to know pretty much everything about her. I love making “long line buddies”.
Henry is in this super destructive phase right now where it’s go-go-go all the time and he’s always tearing stuff apart or hurting himself. It’s like he can’t stop this compulsion of continuously moving.