Peach cobbler, funerals, and treadmill angst

This is what’s not going on in the Howard house tonight:  I’m not running 20 miles on the treadmill.  Instead, I’m tucking into my third(!) piece of peach cobbler and watching “Freakonomics” on Netflix.  Eliot’s somewhere between Cleveland and Toledo, driving the last leg of his trip to his grandfather’s funeral.  Dr. John M. Howard was in his 90s when he passed away.  He was an Army surgeon during the Korean war and family lore (along with a History Channel documentary) has it that he was the inspiration for M*A*S*H’s Trapper John — as well as being one of  the founder’s of the United States’ EMS system.  Interestingly flying to Toledo, Ohio from San Antonio, Texas on short notice is just as expensive as flying to Hawaii from here.  So Asa and I are at home.  And after a long week of Spring Break and a few days of single parenting ahead, I just don’t have it in me to get on the treadmill tonight.  Truly, I wish the Mack truck would come back and just finish the job.

I’m bummed I’m failing to make this run happen, but even if I got on the mill now, it would just be a death march.  I need to put in a good 2o miles.  I’ll hop into bed in a few minutes and get up at 3:30 to try to get it done before Asa gets up.  At times like this, I wish I’d stumbled into ultra running about a decade ago.  What could I possibly have done with all those extra hours pre-Asa?  Eliot made the mistake of pointing out that running didn’t seem to be making me very happy right now.  After biting his observant head off, I explained how it’s not the running; It’s constantly trying to fit the running in, — and feeling guilty about fitting the running in, and being tired from all the running.  I’m sure the mood will be lighter in Toledo for him.

I did get Asa a manufactured fireman’s helmet today — after he insisted on wearing a small tupperware tub on his head this morning at the library playground.  (“It’s my firefighter’s face shield, Mom.”)

I’ll post the peach cobbler food log and yesterday’s food log tomorrow.

Sleep: 7

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12 Responses to Peach cobbler, funerals, and treadmill angst

  1. Paulette says:

    From what I’ve been reading, you seem like an amazing mom. Those single, childless runners have the life! For me, knowing I have a happy family to support me, makes running accomplishments that much sweeter. Hang in there, I think moms always are stuck between a rock and a hard place.

  2. lizahoward says:

    Thanks Paulette! I’m just disappointed in myself today. Asa and Eliot — and this life right now — are pure gold and I know it. 🙂

  3. Trimble says:

    The last thing you are Liza is a disappointment! You are an amazing young woman! (stress on the young:)

  4. Kat says:

    Liza, I am sorry to hear about Eliot’s grandfather. Dr. Howard sounds like an amazing person. I will keep your family in my prayers.

  5. Sarah says:

    Sometimes life intervenes through all our best intentions. I call it a ‘cut back week’.

  6. Clea says:

    I very much understand after just coming off a week long stint of single parenting. How do people do this all the time?! I really think that the challenges of fitting in the runs, and the times you have to get it in when you are sooo tired, just make you a better runner in the long run. It’s the ultimate mental training. And, I am guessing you are similar to me, in that the hard days really make you appreciate when a run all comes together, and nothing beats the feeling of balance in your life. Good luck!

    • lizahoward says:

      I agree that mothers (or fathers who are primary caregivers) have an unfair advantage as far as endurance goes. 🙂
      I feel like I’ve got the endurance part down now though — and what I need to work on is speed. And I just can’t run hard after Asa goes to bed. I’m toast. And, you’re right, I will be the most appreciative person on the trails tomorrow morning while Asa is in school again for a few hours.

  7. niki says:

    So sorry to hear about Eliot’s grandfather…sounds like he led an amazing and full life, and with great character and a family who loved him.

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