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December 21, 2009

You have heard me share on what an amazing, wonderful, giving, rockin’, husband Father Runner is, right?  Well.  He’s lucky to be alive. 

You see, I have a fairly consistent running plan that is in my brain and once it is set – it’s real! It’s fact! It’s going to happen! MY WAY! (see where this is headed?)

It’s Monday morning.  Father Runner has taken the day off to spend with his loving family. Finishing up Christmas shopping and planning and whatever joy the season sends our way.  My typical Monday mornings are spent getting the kids off to school and then heading out the door for a quick 3-4 mile run.  Today, however, I had a pal along.  Someone who asks me questions. “what are your plans?” (I have him trained well).  “mix up a batch of Cranberry Nut Bread. put it in the oven. go for a 3 mile run. take bread out. mix up another double batch. put it in the oven. take a shower. get on with my day.”  “Oh. What route were you going to take?” (uh oh. this implies my route may change) “down 1st street to main. down main to 14th. back up old main to home.”  (this is my “south-wind-short-route”) “I was thinking (gggrrrr…) we could go up Anderson to 24th and back down the bike path.”  “Well then we won’t be pushed home by the wind and the bread will burn.” “oh.” 

mix. mix. mix. pour. pour. pour. bake. bake. bake. Time to go running.  Because I love Father Runner & because I am/was a middle child I tend to avoid conflict – at most costs.  (aka – silent treatment… we’ll run whatever stupid route you want!)  As we head out FR says something like “we can get 4 miles in easy because you’re so fast!” (he is referring to my strange speed on Friday and trying to butter me up for something – talking I assume).  “no way. we have to be back to get the bread out and I’m NOT making anymore than I have to!” (that’s the Christmas spirit!) Off we go. Boy was it quiet out there.  I took off – trying to run faster than my 6’5″ hunk.  UGH!  Why does he have to be so long-legged!??!  Why does it seem as if he is enjoying this!?!?!?  I hit a wall at one mile.  I start thinking thoughts like “I think I read somewhere that women produce an extra 2-3 liters of blood prior to menstruation” and “probably in their butts!” and feels like my butt is full of jello and i’m getting slower. So Is HE!!”  ggggrrrrr….. (still no talking).  As we approached the turn FR says, “Yeah. Probably should head home so the bread doesn’t burn.” (duh!)  We turned around.  I tried to enjoy my manipulative victory.  I tried to outrun him (it could happen).  I tried to stay so far over on the sidewalk that I tripped twice on someone’s yard edging (come on!!).  Oh well.  We got home.  It was fast.  It was quiet.  It IS OVER!  Bread still had 10 minutes left on the timer, but was done.  Thank goodness we came home. 🙂

Run on Friends!

6 Comments leave one →
  1. December 21, 2009 4:35 pm

    Wow…stay clear! You are pretty amazing too my friend!! I don’t feel bad for Brian…you should hear the crap Carl has had to deal with since my stuff in November. I am not always my lovely, positive self, and that’s a lot of the time now. Thank goodness they love us! I am off to a Moms night out tonight with some girl friends…I think the plan is the new George Clooney movie…that should do the trick! Wish you were here!

    • Mother Runner permalink
      December 21, 2009 8:11 pm

      glad we found men who can handle it!

  2. December 22, 2009 11:44 am

    you are funny…hilarious actually. i felt tense just reading that! i hope your day goes better today. that bread sounds yummy. i am gearing up for PW cinnamon rolls…i am scared. i hate failure…especially when there is 8 cups of flour at stake.

    • Mother Runner permalink
      December 22, 2009 12:21 pm

      It was a great day. Bad start. Great finish.
      Have fun baking!

  3. December 22, 2009 5:58 pm

    I’ve got all the menstruation going on now. Ick. Glad you got back in time for the bread…

    • Mother Runner permalink
      December 22, 2009 6:31 pm

      I know. I read. Ick is right. 😦

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