The 2nd practice of Tipp Hill and other runnings!!

This week has been a little sparse on running. I have ran for 4 days, but the mileage was not there.

I try to run at least 3 miles on Thursday, but was nagged off the treadmill. It seems sometimes that I have 3 children under the age of 10, the way that Ron acts.

I was at mile 1 and Brian wanted to be on the computer. Andy was still upstairs and I was trying to coach him from the treadmill (I have my treadmill right in front of my computer so I can listen to my downloads in a different order to see if I "run" better than what I have on my MP3 player). Ron comes down and starts copying me (OK that got me pissed).

I then asked him to help Brian. It was simple, my 5 year old son was able to downsize what I had on the computer, launch Road Runner, and find the Playhouse Disney site on Favorites (with my coaching). That is really good for someone who is in Pre-school. All my husband had to do was find the game that my son wanted to play. Now that was an ordeal. I told them what to do, still on the treadmill running at 5.2, around mile 1.25. I was told "I know what I'm doing"!!! Famous last words!!! He had Brian on the Disney site for 13 year olds!!!!! Ron was clicking here and clicking there, getting lost in the process. Brian is getting upset, because he knows that it is not that hard to find his game. I'm getting upset, because my husband is supposed to be intelligent, tells me he "knows" how to use a computer, and is not listening to me when I get the kids to the site while running on the treadmill all the time.

Now I'm frustrated, so I hop off the treadmill. Brian give me the sad eye "help" look and I tell Ron to move over. I was then told that I did not know what I was doing. I said OK and left the "boys" as I stomp up the stairs.

He knows that I'm trying to get some mileage under my belt. He also knows that car racing is coming and I'm making a huge sacrifice the night before the Tipp Hill race. It is his birthday the day of the race, so we are going to the Motorsports show the night before to see the race car. (Not that he has been working on it at least once a week) See all of "our" friends from racing and talk half the night, while the kids are getting bored, making trouble, I have to keep an eye on them, Ron gets upset because the kids are not behaving, etc. You get the picture, for me a night of heXX, and right before a race. To top it all off, what does Ron what for a birthday meal? Chicken wings, from Hooters no less!!! God save me!!

So any mileage that I got this week was running Tipp Hill with Trace, Cosmo and Kris. This was Kris's first time on Tipp Hill and she did great. Of course, Trace keeps me motivated. I don't know what I would do without her!!!

We started the course like we would on race day, taking the long way around Burnet Park, then heading down the hill. Burnet Park was a little slippery so we took it slow. That is OK for us runners who don't care about the time, I just hope they have it cleared by the 10Th for the other runners (OK for me, so I don't fall down and look like a dork).

We head down Burnet Park road, and take the up and down of the "smaller" hills pretty good. I just can't help using my 1-2-3-4 on the hills. But I'm loud. I have to do something about it so I don't scare the other runners that don't know me.

I was doing good until I said, we have made the 1/2 way mark (near St. Patrick's Church, close to 1/2 I think). As soon as I said that, I got so tired. I'm thinking, why did I say that, I still have 2 miles to go. Now my body is tregging up the hills. I don't stop, but I'm going slow. We finally get to the last hill. Out come the 1-2-3-4, so loud, that I think that I sound like a drill Sargent. But I made it up the hill. I was not going to stop, I think that I was at a point that I would have crawled up the hill. I think to myself "I made it", to bad I could not get any air in my lungs!!! I swear, I'm huffing and puffing like a train!!! We walked the last 1/2 mile....I feel so good about this race now (other than the chicken wings). I know that I can do it!!!

Oh, by the way I have gotten back with Ron. Ron would like to see me with long flowing red hair, like some Scottish Maiden (My maiden name was Grant). But I like my hair short and I got it cut like I had when I was pregnant for the boys. See, now my father would say that the Polish has come out in me!!! I said to that "Well Dad, he does not have to take care of it" And I got most of my red hair from the Poles!!!