On Tuesday, I had to work late. One of my responsibilities at work is financials and end of month is a busy time. I was driving home after a pretty solid 12 hour day and I got a call from my wife. These calls usually mean one of two things: “Can you just pick something up to eat? I forgot to get out chicken” or “OH MY GOSH SOMETHING HAPPENED”. Welp, this one was the SECOND one. She was taking my son to the ER. Super.
I should probably back up a bit. My son is currently 18 months old and is BUSY. The kid literally doesn’t stop. He’ll run (not walk) from playing with his toys to “reading” books, to banging on the trash can (Why does he play with the trash??). Then he’ll do it all over again. The only time he stops is if he is pooping, is sleeping, or if Mickey Mouse is on. An example of what I mean:
My wife was especially vague on her phone call telling me what happened while I was driving home. She likes to think that this is “protecting” me from worrying (because I’m a worrier) but little does she know whenever she does that I just worry more. The full story that the doctor got was that he was playing (running), slip and fell, cried to the point of passing out, and then was woozy afterwards stumbling around a bit. Yikes. So, the urgent care referred us to the ER and a CT scan was ordered up.
Not really sure if I was allowed to take this picture....
Fortunately, everything was fine. He got a sticker,
A few solid runs over the last few days. On Wednesday I ran a half marathon in 1:35. It was 10 seconds or so a mile faster than I probably should have ran but it felt really good to stretch out my legs for a longer distance mid week run. Today was a light recovery 6. I really forgot how much energy I have when I pull back the miles slightly and slow down the pace. When I finished I felt like I could have ran 6 more! Which, I suppose is good....because I have 800s at 5:40 pace tomorrow. Joy.