This weekend was a good one. Just the right amount of activity and relaxation. Here’s what we did:
• Went to a three year old’s birthday party where I ate three slices of mediocre pizza and then got very annoyed at myself for doing that. Do not go to child’s birthday party hungry. Lesson learned? Until next time, I suppose.
• Went for a 2 mile run.
• Cleaned the house.
• Had our neighbors over for turkey burgers, corn and beer. I’ve probably mentioned this before, our neighbors have a son who is two weeks younger than Alexander. We lived three doors down from one another for like four years without meeting and then we both had, “It’s a boy” balloons hanging from our mailboxes around the same time in winter of last year and we became fast friends.
• Read a little bit of my book. I like Wally Lamb but sometimes I feel like his books have too many storylines. They’re supposed to be somewhat related, but it’s a lot to… keep track of? Probably doesn’t help that I haven’t been reading it regularly.
• Took a nap.
• Went to Stride Rite to get Alexander’s feet measured. Then got annoyed at Stride Rite for not having any of the shoes I wanted for him in his size. Apparently the hard soled shoes, though they come in a size 3, aren’t very popular in that size and the store didn’t have any in stock. I also returned something to Carter’s so it wasn’t a total loss.
• Went for a 2 mile walk. The weather was sort of deceiving. It looked warm and springy out, but it was cold. I’m cold now. Probably because I never showered after my walk.
• Went to sleep before 10 pm. That’s happened every other night this weekend. But somehow it won’t when I need it best, which is tonight.
I spoke to our case manager today. I think that’s her title. Despite my incessant googling, I’m still completely uninitiated into the world of early intervention and therapy and developmental delays. It’s not a world that I want to be initiated into really, but I guess that’s out of my hands now. Anyway, apparently Alexander isn’t in the system yet (of course he’s not. I only live in one of the most poorly-run counties in the metro area) but she knew that speech therapy was something we needed to pursue so we spoke a little bit about what times would work for us and maybe if she could find someone who would come out to Alexander’s daycare, despite it being in a different (less poorly-run) county.
The case worker mentioned that a speech therapist would cover both feeding and communication issues and when I asked about motor skills, that didn’t seem to be on her radar. Maybe it’s just because he’s not in the system yet. She asked if he sat up. Yes. She asked if he crawled. Like a maniac. She asked if he pulled up. Especially to get to the DVD player. She didn’t think that any of this indicated a motor delay, but the evaluation team seemed to so now I’m even more confused about just what services he is going to be receiving and if I’m getting him everything he needs and if this will fix it all.
Waiting has never been my strong suit.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written a race report. Back in the day, I used to run like 10 races every year. I think maybe I ran one in 2014. And it was terrible. But now I can say that I’ve run one in 2015. Hopefully this is just the beginning. I miss racing.
In the past six months or so, Jason has gotten really into working out. His workouts put mine to shame. He’s mostly been running and wanted to sign up for a 5K. We decided on the Seneca 5K, in Jason’s home town of Seneca, South Carolina.
When we first decided to do the race, I was determined to train for it. But then Alexander got a stomach bug one week and then I got it the next and somehow it was the day of the race, and I wasn’t trained at all. Umm, oops? That’s not to say that I hadn’t been running at all, but I definitely didn’t train.
The weather was perfect on Saturday morning. Sunny in the upper 50s. I started off feeling good and tried to run at a pace that felt faster than normal. After about a quarter or half mile, I realized Jason was right next to me and we ran basically together. The race was an out and back. There were no mile markers which was sort of annoying, but since there was a turnaround, that helped me gauge how far we’d gone and how far the finish line was. I took some walk breaks here and there, but managed to catch back up to Jason.
We both finished in around 31:20. It was a PR for Jason!
We hung out for a while after the race and took advantage of the free beer. I mean, yeah, it was 9 am, but there’s something about a race that makes it okay to have a [very small] beer.
Even though this wasn’t my best time, it felt good to get back out there again. Jason and I both feel inspired to do another race soon, maybe in April. And maybe this time I’ll train for it.