In preparation for the London Olympic Games, which start this week, we've been running here at Second Blooming. Yes, that's right. Running. Yes, me too.
Jude had a fun and productive week at the UCLA Track and Field Camp. Every morning, for a week, I drove him all the way to stinking Westwood at 9 am, and picked him up again at 3:00. There is no fast and convenient way to get from our house to UCLA, so I basically spent 2 hours a day stuck in traffic. Every day, I tried a different way of getting there, thinking that I would eventually hit upon the perfect route, but it didn't happen. However, I think it was worth it, as the kid really did enjoy himself.
And man, did they keep these kids busy. That boy ran, ran, ran all day every day. When I picked him up on Monday, he could barely walk - he was totally beat! But he got a little stronger every day, which I guess is the point, right?
I think he would have enjoyed the camp even more if he'd had some guys he knew in there with him. He's not a particularly shy child, but he's more likely to chat up the coaches than the other kids. By the end, he had latched on to a little gang of boys, led by an older, and, according to Jude, super cool dude named Trinity. I mean, you'd pretty much have to become a super cool dude if you were named Trinity. Jude talked quite a bit about Trinity, who was apparently the fastest boy of all, and displayed tremendous prowess in both the long jump and the high jump. So when Trinity included Jude in his little group of "fast boys" Jude ended up feeling like he was something pretty special.
For my part, I have been jogging. In fact, I've been working on the Couch to 5K Program. I started Week 4 this morning, so I expect you all to stand up right now and give me a round of applause. This is not the first time I've attempted this program, but this is the first time I've gotten beyond Week 2. So I'm feeling pretty virtuous.
I attribute my enthusiasm to three things.
- There's an app for that. Really. The coolest thing I've ever seen. It times me, tracks me on the GPS, plays music from my iTunes and has an annoyingly "trainer" who encourages me saying things like "Let's go!". It has 3 "trainers" to choose from - Constance, the perky, helpful one, Billie, the bossy Jillian Michaels-type and Sergeant Block, the drill sergeant, who basically just yells at you. I've been using Billie, because Constance makes my teeth hurt, and Sergeant Block totally freaks me out (when it's time to start running he barks "NOW JOG!!!" and it scares the pee out of me).
I've recently discovered that I can listen to podcasts of the NPR quiz show "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" while I run, and so now my life is complete.
- Jude. He's finding it very cool that Mama is running. He keeps telling people about it. Random people who do not care. It's a bit embarrassing, but sweet. The only track that his school will have in the fall is cross country, so maybe we can start running together. But if the kid insists on talking and interrupting my dorky NPR News Quiz, I'm going to have to ditch him.
- New wheels. Remember last week, when I mentioned that I'd been wearing the same nasty old sneakers for years and years? Well, I drove myself to the Adidas Factory Store and bought myself these beauties...
I love them deeply. And my knees are very happy. And yes, my feet are very large, do not tease.
I'm hoping that I can keep up my running thing when we go to New York in a couple of weeks. I should be able to run around at Mommy and Pop's house, despite the 90+ humidity-stricken temperatures. That might be the time to switch to Sergeant Block to get me moving.
"JOG, YOU LAZY DOGFACE!"