Happy Mother’s Day to the woman who has loved me unconditionally since the day I was born. Even when I threw tantrums, embarrassed her at children’s birthday parties, kept her awake when I was sick, learnt to drive, dragged her to Body Attack, and left Melbourne well before she was ready for me to go.
P.S. we were never a great team in the game ‘getting to school’. I may be a couple of decades late, but I get that it wasn’t your fault. And the Corinella Party? Pretty sure I turned out just fine without it. So forgive yourself and realise that you got it right. Three times.
I couldn’t be with my Mum this mother’s day, but I did have some fun running in the Mother’s Day classic:
Sometimes, running and/or walking should just be for fun. No time. No pressure.
And in costume.
I am still not
running training. Sad face. But, with any luck, Señor Swiss Ball will help me channel my inner awesome runner this week. For the last few days, the rules have been no running, no cycling, no rowing, very light elliptical work, and slow move, high rep strength work.
And if you’re reading this…please make it happen. A girl can only take so much non-catabolic activity. It’s criminal.
When karma gets you for doing something is completely useless to your every day life
Not running also making me batty.
Yesterday, I meant to go to the gym at lunch time, once I finished catching up on the week’s invoicing. At 5pm, I was finally done, and when I left the gym, I noticed that the nail salon across the road was still open. Never one to think things through, I took my sweaty self in and asked for a mani/pedi.
As the kind woman operating the foot spa scraped the crap off my poor runner feet and black toenails, I looked at her in horror.
I’ve left my wallet at home. And my phone. Can I please borrow yours?
She looked at me, got up quietly, handed me the phone, and watched in amusement as I dialled my own number.
That’s right friends. 5 1/2 years into my relationship, I do not know Mr The Rake’s number.
Luckily for me, a very serious man answered
Hello, this is Kate’s phone, [Mr The Rake] speaking.
Hi babe, I was wondering if you could help me out?
So I’m at the nail parlour.
And I don’t have my wallet.
It’s in the hallway.
Could you please bring it down for me?
30 minutes later, Mr The Rake opened the sliding door, looked at me, said
The traffic’s pretty bad
Put my handbag at my feet, and walked out.
Guess who walked home in disposable thongs?
Happy Mother’s Day, and have a great weekend!
Have you ever dressed up for a race?
How often do you have a break from running?
When was the last time you let your purse or wallet at home?