Oh, summer. How I love thee.
Let me count the ways.
1. My teacher husband is home. Having Mark free in the morning means I can do things like run by myself. I was going to try to sneak away but Mr. Miles woke up and then so did the dog and Mark. But I was determined. I put on my shorts, laced up my Nikes and declared I was leaving. I went just over 4 miles through the business area between my house and downtown, and it was so fantastic - the change of scenery. Plus, I think it's super fun to look at myself run in store windows. Call me a narcissist or call me a run curious about her form - I don't care.
2. My getting ready becomes a priority. I came home from my run, made breakfast and then went up to shower - all without turning on Elmo. I was feeling so liberated that I actually drew a bath and read about Peter Sagal's Philadelphia Marathon experience in the latest edition of Runner's World.
Ladies, please take note: My husband is awesome. While he was baby wrangling, he managed to make a pot of coffee and delivered a fresh cup to me while I was taking said bath.
3. Lunch dates and errand running. Mark is a busy body; he can't just sit around all day and play video games. Today, he'll take the dog to the groomer, get his own hair cut and return Miles' first pair of shoes (because we can't seem to get his dang foot in them).
Why, oh why, does Miles need shoes? Well, he learned a new trick this weekend.
I am not sure what kind of Mom Karma I racked up to get his first steps on video but dang it if I did.
Look out, summer, Miles is coming for you!