Mother's Day

(Blogging in real time again. You know, I heard the end of a whole story on CBC yesterday about the blogosphere - anyone hear it? I was waiting for them to mention my blog, but I must have missed it at the beginning!)

You would think that on a day such as Mother's Day, a day of pampering and leisure, I would not even think about running. After being brought coffee in bed - well, actually, it was a coffee-like beverage, since Tony just "guessed at how many beans and how much water", coffee virgin that he is. And actually, I wasn't in bed, I was on my way down the stairs. So after being brought a coffee-like beverage on the stairs, and while waiting to be served a yummy french toast breakfast with two kinds of bacon - all runners need bacon, right? - I opened my presents.

My presents were wrapped to my liking (in pillowcases) and piled on the table. There were three of them, plus a big hanging basket of flowers, which I shall enjoy killing slowly over the next month or two. I just have to decide whether I want to use sun-deprivation or dehydration as my modus operandi. Now, I am sure that in the past few weeks, I have dropped enough hints that I wanted new running shoes. The question was, did anyone (read: Tony) pick up on them, or, like so many things I say, did it just pass from one ear to the other?

After a brief argument about whose present I would open first, Cam passed me hers. Bailey told me that all my presents were for "R", so I figured I was in good shape. Yep, felt like a box. I opened it, and lo and behold, new running shoes. New Balance ones, like all the cool kids have. Aren't you thrilled for me? Well, actually, they didn't fit, but the future bodes well. The other presents were a CD player for "R" and batteries for the CD player - the good kind, not the dollar store kind.

Although Tony kindly left the price tag on for me, I have decided not to count the cost of these items as running costs. They are Mother's Day costs.

After brunch, me and my CD player went out for a run (no quotes!). I decided to try to repeat my performance of Thursday, and see if it was just a fluke or not. In the back of my mind, I thought maybe I would do a third loop and run for 23 or 24 minutes. Since Tony bought the CD player he knew I wanted (the cheapest one), it was completely useless for running. It skipped like crazy. If you want to be really irritated, listen to Obie Trice skipping like crazy. Rappers are skippy enough - they don't need help. So, I will have to upgrade the player, but at least I know that I tried to be cheap.

I was too irritated (well, honestly, I was too tired) to run the third loop. But I did do the full 16 minutes of running again. It wasn't a fluke. I am relieved.