Yesterday was the first really hot and humid day. It kinda sucked that it coincided with a long run. 10 at 6 am. No big deal. Lets just knock it out. I was pleasantly surprised that Joey showed up to run. We ran together for almost all of the run. I even talked him into running 10 instead of 7. By the end I was wishing I had run 7. I knew it was gonna be hot. I know what to do in order to train in the summer. I thought I had done what needed to be done. I drank plenty of water , emergen-c, and electromix all week. I made sure to eat enough before the run. The humidity got me anyway. I had to tell Joey to go on without me at mile 9. I felt horrible. My fingers were like sausages. I had the chills and my hairs were standing on end. I slowed down and finished. Oh, the joys of training for a marathon in Austin in the summer.

After the run I volunteered at a Rogue open water swim. I ended up kicking close to 400 meters. My legs were/are TIRED.

After a long nap, some of my coworkers came over for dinner. It was a fun filled evening with Sangria (I made sure I was fully rehydrated), good food, and fun.

As for today. I slept in. I'm debating going for a swim or a run. I might do a short run in the neighborhood. I'm not sure I wanna deal the gym this morning. We need to make sure we have everything for our trip and finalize what we're gonna bring. I'm sure we'll have to brave a trip to target. Then tonight we're headed to Vino Vino for paella!

It's Mother's Day. Truthfully I'm hoping I don't have to confront the fact it is Mother's Day.
I'll remind Chris to call his Mom. I think I might treat myself to some chocolate covered strawberries. I am a Mom after all. Maybe that's why I haven't freaked out yet today. I'm allowing myself to think that I am Mom. I just don't have any living children. For me to get through this I need believe that my "fetuses" were in fact my children. They were under my care for a very short amount of time. Plus really they're all I've got. So why not celebrate the fact I am Mom? I deserve some credit for doing what it took to get get pregnant, and doing my best to stay that way. None of this means that I want to sit in a restaurant while other women get to have brunch with their children. I'm going to stay home and try to find some hope that maybe next year I'll be enjoying french toast with a child.

We just got back from dinner. We went to Vino Vino. We had cheese plate and a bottle of Cote Du Rhone Rose. I got the pear salad and Chris got the pealla. Both were REALLY good. Afterwards I had my mother's day treat of a small butterscotch with peanut cups crushed in at Amy's. I even had a FF ginger snap for a snakc at WF this this afternoon. This weekend has not been the best nutrition wise. I need to watch if for the next few days. Normally i don't indulge this much, but what the hell. You only live once right. What's the pint in all the working out if you can't enjoy some cheesecake, cookies, and ice cream every once in a while.

I even survived Target, Whole Foods (twice), The Container Store, REI, and HEB. No major breakdowns. I'm kinda waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I'm off to bed. 4:45 is really frigging early.

What The Fuck is up with my pregnant friends telling me they are jealous of me going to Spain!

Seriously.