The past few days spring time has really been showing around here. It's still pretty cold, but in North Dakota if the sun is shining a lot of people will go around in shorts & Tshirts, even if it's only 40 degrees. (Count me out of that one.)
On the second obvious day of spring, my husband took our little boy to the park. I wanted to go too, but took my sweet time getting out the door.
John and Michael were about 1/4 mile away at the park around the corner. I started walking. It felt too slow, and I feel so purposeless when I walk alone. So I started running.
I know for a fact that running is at least twice as fast as walking. After all, my feet had been my sole source of transportation until I was 24. Distance running has always felt great to me. So I switched my mind to "cross-country" mode, kept the pace, found my breathing rhythm, made it to the park and scaled the fence. I spotted my little boy in his bright yellow coat, watching me come closer and closer. He was gawking. I'm not sure he'd ever seen anything like that before. Mommy? Running? Toward me? What is she doing?
Having reached my destination I walked it off... and a couple seconds later it occurred to me...Oh crap, I'm pregnant. I honestly had forgotten. Maybe I shouldn't have run like that, seeing as I haven't trained in quite a few years.
So I'd just experienced a brief moment of amnesia concerning my pregnant state. And it was funny....for a second.
Until I puked.
And puked.
And puked some more.
In a not-so-flattering form of imitation, my son started spitting all over the park too. It's scary what toddlers pick up and imitate.
But it was a gorgeous day, and once I was done vomiting my guts out I felt awesome and alive.
You just can't beat exercise in the fresh air. All hail springtime!!!
