Ok, so I must come clean....I have not worked out for 4 days. I mean, Saturday and Sunday, ok, but then Monday and Tuesday I didn't go. Maggie was sick, Max has discovered rolling over which in turns severely impedes his sleep. I imagine his mind goes like this..."sleep, mmmm sleep....what the?" "How did I get this way, ohhhhh bears, lights, my FEET." So, he either plays or screams 'cause he WANTS to be asleep and WANTS his binky, but apparently is binky retarded and still can't keep it in his mouth without help. UGH! So, I get up, put the binky in, turn him over and we're good for another 1/2 hour or so. So annoying. Plus, I was suffering some issues of my own and I just didn't get up and go. And well, when it comes down to it, those are all just excuses. The point is, i didn't go. And, I felt poopy for not going. I MISS working out. I miss getting up and being awake and ready for the day at an early hour. My day just doesn't function the same if I don't get up and go. Which brings us to today...
The alarm rang at a hideously early 5:05 a.m. and I was TIRED! Max had done his waking up between 11 and 2 a.m., Maggie had been up once and I was just tired. But, I forced myself up, got dressed and got over to Dixies. When we got to the gym I asked her what we were doing. She said she didn't know. I had to give her a hard time, because she says you must ALWAYS go with a plan. So, we did some discussing and she got an idea in her head and said, "ok, we're doing 30 minutes on the bike, 15 on the treadmill." I blythely said Ok, unaware what was in store for me. She got all trainer on me and forced me to do.....
Fartlick training. Yeah, that IS someones last name, it IS a true training method. Go ahead.....giggle....it's ok. If you don't laugh, well then apparently you're far more mature than me or my sisters are. And good for you. I guess I'll always just be a 10 year old at heart. I'll admit, the first training meeting we had and Dixie whipped this name out, my sisters and I were immature enough to giggle and laugh. And, every time the word is said, we chuckle. N-E-WAY I started out at an easy little 8 on the bike, did that for 5 minutes and then every moved it up to a 12, every time I'd go up, it'd be for 3 minutes, then move the intensity down 2 notches and ride for 2 minutes, then up 4, ride 3 minutes. Needless to say, at one point it was all the way up to 20. Any idea how hard it is to peddle through a 20? Well, it's no walk in the park. So, I made it through that, and I realize that I can do harder intensity. Then we wandered over to the treadmill. She wanted me to just start right out at a 4. Ummmm no, I need to work into this torture. So, I did a 3 for a minute and then up to 4. Ok, to make a long story short, I had to run at 5.5 for 2 minutes, then I ran at 6 for 1 1/2 minutes, 'cause I wussed out, and the HARDEST was the last minute. I ran at a 7 for a minute. I know, you runners are laughing at me. But let me tell you something, that is freaking HARD for me. I finally made it to the point of almost puking. I jumped off and just doubled over trying not to puke and trying to breathe. My knee is killing me, but I did it. Dixie was proud of me which always makes me happiest. So yeah, there's this thing.
In other news....we've re-weaned Maggie from the ol' binky. She only gets it at nap time and bed time. For the most part she does really well with this arrangement. When we go to get her out of the crib we make a game of her throwing the binky down in the crib, so she leaves happy. Like I said, MOST of the time she's happy and ok without the binky. However, occassionally she just neeeeeeeds it or she'll die. She gets totally unconsollable and begs for her nummy. Distraction works sometimes, but there are others where NOTHING works. So, when she starts asking to go to bed, you know she is in need of a fix. She usually totally crys, but I explained to her that if she wants her binky, that it is only for bed. So, IF she wants it, she'll have to sit in bed and have binky time. She totally does it. On Sunday I put her in there before church and she cried for awhile, but then totally just sat in her bed sucking on the binky, pondering the meaning of life I guess. After awhile she yelled out, "I'm ready." So I went in, took the binky and she happily came out and played. Today is another need the binky kind of day. So, she's in her crib sucking on the binky while Brooklyn and Morgan play around her. She's perfectly happy to have them in there, as long as SHE can have that binky. Oh well, at least I'm being consistent about the bed right?
And finally....apparently my name is preferred over mommy these days. The other morning Maggie woke up and called for Mommy, then DADDY, then, MOOOMMMMY! And when she could see that this was not getting the desired results, she busted out Allyson, Alllllysooon, ALLYSON. When I realized that she was calling my actual name, I just busted out laughing. When Jere went in to get her, he decided to check out her skills. He asked her to say Allyson, which she obliged. Then he said, "say Jere" and she promptly said "Daddy." Guess she knows who we really are. Love that girl.
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