Thursday, April 7, 2011

Track Workout...

Beautiful day.  Get the kids ready.  Grab snacks, drinks, sunscreen, giant bouncy ball.  Drive to a local High School track.  Locked.  Drive across town to another High School Track.  Open.  Gold!  We get out.  Drinks, check.  Snacks, check.  Sunscreen, check.  Big ball to entertain kids, check.  No one around, check.  GOLD!!  Explanation to stay together and play nicely and try not to bug mommy too much.  Ahhh, this is gonna work.  They are happy to be playing with their big ball on a manicured football field while I jog a warm-up mile.  Last lap of the warmup... "He won't play with me!"  Fine.  Lecture on being nice and playing together.  "I need to go to the bathroom!"  Oh, no.  This could be disaster.  "No, I can hold it, mom."  Ok.  I take off on my first mile.  I'm suppose to do 3 repeats with 800 jogs.  I run the first mile in 7:29.  "Mom, I really gotta go."  (Everything is locked up as far as bathrooms around because of Spring Break and the schools being closed).  And we load up and head home.  Finished the other two miles on the treadmill.  I tried.  Fail.

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