I feel like I'm finally getting back in the swing of things after such a crazy week last week. My kids are on Spring Break this week, but they wanted me to enroll them in a week-long day camp. They did this camp over Christmas break and loved it, so I let them do it again. The days are long (8 hours) but they play lots of games and sports, and come home exhausted.
Today, Jerry drove them to the camp while I ran on the treadmill. Ever since my RRCA certification class, I've been tacking a warm-up on to my runs. In class, we learned how important it is to warm up in order to avoid injury. I'm REALLY hoping I can do my marathon training injury-free this time around, so I'm going to do whatever I can.
Today, I normally would have done a fast three-miler, but I did a one-mile warm-up and then three miles at a comfortably faster pace. For some reason, by calling the first mile a "warm-up", it makes my mind believe that my run is shorter than it is--doing three miles plus a warm-up sounds much better than four miles, doesn't it? ;)
I've been having a hard time with season three of Sons of Anarchy. The first episode was good, but when the whole gang went to Ireland, the show just stopped making me feel like, "I HAVE to keep watching!" I just got to the end of season three, and now they are back in California, and I'm interested again. I hope season four is better.
Yesterday, I had a huge scare! I was driving home from my mom's house, Noah in the front seat next to me, and I was going pretty slow through her neighborhood. I'm always paranoid about kids playing in the street, so I was glancing around while I was driving to make sure there weren't any kids.
On the right hand side, I saw what looked like a person on the ground next to the road. I stopped the Jeep, and backed up--and sure enough, it was a kid (probably about 12 years old). He was about six feet or so from the road, lying flat on his back, arms at his sides, head turned to the side with his eyes closed.
It didn't look right, at all--I told Noah to put his window down, and I yelled, "Are you okay?" Nothing, not even a flinch. I yelled again. Still nothing. So I got out of the Jeep, and my heart was racing, and I was thinking about having to do CPR and call 911 and all that. I ran over to him yelling loudly, "Are you okay?!"
Finally, he slowly turned his head and opened his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just laying here."
Good grief! Who lays like that next to the road, basically playing dead? Anyway, I was glad he was fine, but my hands were trembling so badly the whole way home.
This morning, after Jerry took the kids to camp, I went with him to a dermatologist appointment. He had to get two skin biopsies. He had to have a shave biopsy on the back of his head and a punch biopsy of a mole on his back. I'm hoping everything is normal. I've been so on-edge about any atypical skin issues ever since my friend Sarah was diagnosed with stage 3C melanoma a couple of years ago. She's not doing very well right now, and it just amazes me how one little mole can do SO much damage.
After we picked the kids up this afternoon, we took them to get an ice cream cone at McDonald's. We ordered four cones, and the first two looked really good--we passed them back to the kids. It's always a gamble what the cones are going to look like at McDonald's, and Jerry and I have had some pretty messed up ones. The third cone they handed us made all four of us start laughing. It was truly pathetic looking. This is a terrible picture, but maybe you can get the idea: