After my tempo run at the track this morning I emailed Jen to tell her about it... I was so proud to be able to tell her how I paced it spot on and was actually able to change up pace as prescribed.
While I was running I thought constantly about what I was going to say to her about it... and how much I wanted to be able to tell her that I nailed it.
It occurred to me that maybe something was wrong if my biggest motivation to run hard was so that I could tell Jen that I followed her instructions. I'm such the Teacher's Pet. But hey, whatever works, right?
Moana was not the Teacher's Pet today.
I took her over to Jenny's house to play today. Jenny has a 16 month old daughter named Sadie. She was very interested in the baby. She wanted to hold the baby.
Moana thought it was a good idea to eat Sadie's toys.
Sadie thought it was a good idea to eat her mom's shoes. I probably shouldn't have let her do that. Or at least not taken a picture of it.
I will admit it though... the real motivation of the trip was that Jenny is a triathlete and crazed stay-at-home-mom like me... desperate to get outside on her bike during the week. We met at the last two local sprint triathlons and within a few minutes of conversation about our daughters, our training, and our daily lives, she said to me, "I feel like I am looking in a mirror."
We enthusiastically agreed to do the baby exchange thing at her house today so we could each have a couple of glorious hours outside on our bikes. I will admit it (shame on me I know), I listen to my iPod when I'm out riding alone... today I was belting it out loud (Martina McBride's Happy Girl came on and I. could. not. help. myself...) much to the dismay of a Japanese woman who happened to be stopped next to me at a red light with her windows down.
Poor Jenny though. While I was out gleefully practicing singing and pedaling at the same time, for reasons unknown, Moana went into a I swear you better hold me full time and if you so much as put me down for a second I'm going to scream bloody murder mode. I don't know how moms handle two kids at once. Seriously.
In good news, Jenny invited us back next week, which pretty much just proves how addicted to our bikes we are... because as hard as it was to handle two little ones at once, it's totally worth it for the free time to ride outside.