the thoughts of a 6 year old

Could not get outta bed for my run today. Was tired so I slept. Tomorrow is a holiday so I can run a bit longer and do my intervals again.

Here are a couple of conversations I have had with my 6 year old today:

Number One:

Matthew: "Mom, how do you spell "W"?"

Me: "Well, you don't spell it, it's letter. Just one letter so you spell it with the letter."

Matthew: "But Mom, it sounds like a whole word, so you must spell it. How do you spell it?"

Me: "Honey, it is a letter." I make the motion of a W in the air with my finger.

Matthew: "But Mom, it is a WORD!! I just know it. Please tell me how to spell it."

Me: "You can't spell a W!! It is a letter!! You just write the letter and that is how you spell it." Now making the W with the tips of my two thumbs put together.

Matthew: Not one to ever give up..."Mom!! I am getting frustrated!! You must be able to spell W!! It starts with a D and NOT a W!!"

Good point. I could not argue out of that one.

Number Two:

It is 8:15am this morning...we are trying to get out the door and get Luke dropped off at daycare and Matthew to school.

Matthew: "Can we take chocolate chip cookies to school today?"

Me: "What? It's a quarter after 8...we are leaving...I did not make any cookies to take."

Matthew: "Please Mom! Can we take some? We can just stop at the store and buy them."

Me: "Buddy, we just don't have time today to do that. How about after Easter Break we take the class some treats."

Matthew: "Mom, Peyton's Mom brings cookies every week for the class and you have never taken any."

Thanks sweetie. That really makes me feel good!!

two for two...

Bailed on my swim today...got a whopping 800 meters in...whoo hoo.

Was just not into it. Neither was anyone in my lane which did not help. The two guys I was swimming with bailed as well. We stood at the end and chatted for several minutes. There was an attack on a runner down by the river on Monday evening. I was not aware of the story as I don't read or watch the news. But apparently around 5:00pm on Monday (it was light out, a beautiful day, there were many, many people on the paths that day...) a runner dude was attacked by a machete!!

What the F*!!!!

This? Does not happen in Toon Town. I am sure it might happen in certain areas of town, but not in daylight, at around supper time with the after work crowd going for their jog around the river.

Or maybe I am naive.

It was a gang initiation thing. We have gangs? Okay, I knew that, but really...I run that path every single day of my life...by myself...with my iPod on...in my own world...one of the guys this morning told me, he carries bear spray with him...I am getting myself some before the weekend.

i bailed on my run today

Sigh.

Not very often does this happen when I just stop running and head home. But today was one of those days. I managed 32 minutes and I wasn't too far from home because I was kinda sensing the crappiness of the run so stayed close...stopped...and walked 15 minutes to home.

Blah.

Hadn't slept all night. Tossed and turned and got up and wandered around the house and tried again to sleep. No luck. I don't even feel really bad about bailing so it was the right decision!

In other news...had lunch with my Frank Dunn team mates yesterday. That? Is gonna be a fun day! Fun because I will be done by around 8:30am for the day...at a breakfast table with a heap of pancakes by about 9:00am. Love team work!! Coach Justin told me a few weeks ago I should take some gear and do either the bike course or the run course after my swim...hopefully it is great day weather wise cause I see myself on a blanket in the park watching the action from afar.

Don't have much else to say triathlon wise...the last few days we have been welcoming the terrible threes into our home. Oh...my...God...what is with the attitude? He was sent to his room last night for hitting and being overall a b*r*a*t. He did not like being sent to his room so he took all of the bedding off of the beds and threw it on the floor and then stomped on it...oh yeah. He has been quite the little challenge. One of those things where I want him to have all of the attributes that will help through life...stubborn, tenacious, gutsy, tough, plenty of self esteem etc...but the tricky part is to channel it and teach him how to use it most effectively. But really, what the hell do I know...

a challenging run...

I had a run to do yesterday. It was 90 minutes. The goal was to do 3-4 x 10 minutes at my goal pace for the half marathon in May.

My goal time is 1:50. This would mean holding a 5:12min/km for the 10 minutes.

Let's just say I have spent the last day and a half re-adjusting my goal time...

That? Was friggin hard, and no way possible for me to hold that for an entire half marathon. Not yet, anyway!! I DID manage to hold 5:20 min/km for all 4 of the 10 minute intervals...This? Would put me at 1:52 and I would be thrilled with that as well.

The best part of the whole run was that I did one of those intervals (the third one) chugging my way UP radio hill...oh yeah baby...the hill that kicked my ass last year...the hill I had to walk a good chunk up last year...the hill that they sneak in the last km of the race...and I forget about it until it I am there...and then I curse the entire way up...but not this year...oh no...radio hill is not going to beat me this year!!!

the drama family

Us.

Last night was just one of those nights at the Bannister/Dahlen household. We did not make it to skating. The little boys were having their supper, Shaun was in the shower and I was getting a glass of milk in the kitchen. After telling them one million times NOT to fool around at the table, we sit at the table during meals, we do not stand in our chairs, or wiggle around, the dinner table is for eating....Matthew stands in his chair to reach for something, slips and hits his face on the corner of the table.

I hear the thud. Then he starts screaming. I turn around and there is blood...everywhere. His mouth is full of blood, his hands are full of blood, his jeans and shirt are covered in blood. Keep in mind that all of this happened in about 26 seconds. I frantically try to find a towel or a cloth I can take to him. Meanwhile, thinking, he is screaming/crying so he is breathing so that's a good sign...right? Shaun is in the shower, hears the screaming and comes barrelling out of the bathroom...naked...suds in his hair, on his body, and privates...runs across the living room, slips and falls on the hard wood...I am standing in the kitchen, dumstruck, Matthew is still screaming...I can't stop giggling. OMG what a night. Matthew has a huge fat lip, a pretty bad cut and he is going to lose one of his front teeth. We get him cleaned up, the poor kid was traumatized...I mean really...to see your dad bite it, naked, on the floor and then cussing like a trucker, and then me who can't stop laughing at the sight...because I was freaking out and I giggle when I am super nervous or scared...and it (the fall) WAS funny...

I tried to get a picture of his mouth and face last night, cause we seem to be posting gross bodily photos...but he would have nothing of it!!!

And my April goal was to not have any sweets for the month. Or TRY to not have any sweets. I made it 18 hours into April. I told Matthew I would go down to the corner store for a treat to try to make him feel better. I was so stressed out by the whole thing, I bought the biggest chocolate bar they sold and ate the entire thing all by myself. So starting TODAY April 2nd...try not to have any sweets/chocolate/candy. No problem.