Saturday

This morning it was drizzling and cold (55 degrees), so Vincent and I watched a lot of Thomas the tank engine while Ivan snoozed on the rug. By 10 a.m., though, Ivan needed to go out and I was pretty sick of the couch, so I convinced V to give up Bob the builder and we went out for a long jog in what was now a decent rain. The jogging stroller has a great rain cover you can put on it, though it could use a defrost switch. There was an old (clean) diaper left over in the basket of the stroller so I occasionally stopped to wipe the rain off of the front and the fog off the underneath part. We did our usual route, from our house over to the Rockwell Street el stop, which is at street level so has gates and lights flashing, where we always stop and wait for the trains to come and go (this time under a tree so we weren't getting rained on while just standing there, somehow it's only not uncomfortable when running), then we go over the bridge over the Chicago river, then run around Blogejovich's neighborhood on the west side of the river. It's really nice over there and there are a lot of trees so again the rain doesn't come down as hard.

I haven't been running much since my little race at the end of April, so coming back I was really, really tired and kept walking. V kept yelling "NO MOMMY! YOU HAVE TO RUN! YOU HAVE TO RUN FAST!!!!" I was like, thanks buddy. We've been out for an hour here.

Got home, put the boy to bed for his nap, and took one myself. First time in a long time I've felt like I have time to do that!