Wednesday, November 14, 2007

No use crying over spilled milk...

Or dropped birthday cupcakes, that is.

Today is Bo's birthday.
And a great day it is...except that I seem to be having a little bit of bad luck. It started at 4:45 when I met Michele at the rec for 10 miles. I knew when I stepped out of my car that I wasn't feeling it. I was hungry, my stomach was empty, and I felt weak and shaky. I considered taking a Gu, but was afraid of what it might do to my empty stomach. I haven't had much of an appetite lately, and I've cut way down on the sugar and carbs trying to get rid of some of the not so attractive love handles the mirror thinks I have. We set out down the road, and I bail after one loop of town (4.67 miles) when we get back to my vehicle. I had no fuel, and saw nothing productive coming from letting my ego torture my famished muscles just so she could log the miles and be proud. I do have a brain and every once-in-a-while she will prevail over said ego. This wasn't a "dead legs" type of thing...it was more along the lines of not having my body prepared for what I was asking it to do. And it was only a general aerobic run in the Pfitz plan; the big one is Friday - the final 20 miler. I deemed it more important, went back home, and cuddled with the birthday boy.

We sang our terrible rendition of Happy Birthday to wake him. He opened presents, jumped up and down, ate donuts, and we got dressed and out the door to school. We arrive at the school with only a minute to spare, and I open the back door to get the cupcakes for the Birthday Boy's class party. The cupcakes were having to share space with my bike, and were evidently pushed over against the door I was opening. And splat. Just like that. The cupcakes were bottoms up on the ground. Stuck there, collecting grass and dirt, with no hope for saving them. I bent over to pick them all up in front of the hurried traffic, presenting my butt crack to each of them I'm sure, as ofcourse I picked the low rise pants this morning. Bo realized that his cupcakes were history, and he took off into school, crying.

Big. Long. Sigh.

I walk in the school and explain to his teacher that I dropped the cupcakes, and I would find a way to get some more by the time I came back to school to eat lunch with him. Thankfully, the bakery at Wal-Mart bought my sad story, had pity on me, and fixed some more, ready to be picked up by 10:00 a.m. Perhaps I won't badmouth Wal-Mart for a few months now. When it was all said and done, everything turned out fine, just not as smooth as I had hoped for. ;)

It's all good...I just have to somehow teach the Birthday Boy that we don't cry over spilled cupcakes around here. Suggestions?

One more thing. Go give my sister some bloggy-love...she's got her own blog now, and she's going to start training for her first marathon. I'm so excited for her!!!

14 comments:

Michele said...

Happy Birthday to Bo. Have fun at Chuck E. Cheese tonight!

Glad you are feeling better. I have been very conserned about our long run Friday. I do NOT want to do it alone. I need you!!!

Tri-Dummy said...

Happy BDay, BO!

Bummer about the cupcakes. I see you have experienced the miracle of SBW.

What's that?

Saved By Walmart. Miracle workers, they are.

TJ said...

I normally avoid the Big W like the plague. I reckon they aren't half bad after all.

Lisa said...

I'm so sorry about those dropped cup cakes but I almost laughed out loud in the office when I read that you exposed your butt crack while trying to pick them up in lowrise pants. (Oh, have I been there!)

John said...

Okay, I'll be the jerk around here - Lana, you will never meet your goal time if you don't pay attention to your nutrition. Ten miles on an empty stomach? Not. Gonna. Happen. You've got the skills and the will to break four hours, it would be a shame to let vanity keep you from achieving that goal.

Wes said...

The ability to adapt and over come all obstacles... The sign of an Iron spirit :-)

and thanks for the butt crack visual! LOL....

Steve Stenzel said...

I've never said this before, and probably never again, but...

"Thank God for Wal-Mart!"

Wow, that felt weird...

Iron Girl Nyhus said...

Way to go Wally World... maybe they aren't so bad!

No worries about the run, sometimes our body just says no!

Laura

Bigun said...

I hate it when I'm wearing my low rise pants and drop my cupcakes - now there's a picture for ya! Hope that cheered ya up. Bo knows...cupcakes!

Benson said...

Happy Birthday Bo!

As for the cupcakes...5 second rule! I'd have scraped off the tops and eaten them anyway. But that's coming from a guy with a mouth full of sweet tooth(s).

Good on ya for saving the day.

Joe said...

Heard your 20 miler was awesome...very cool!!!

3 weeks to go!

IronJenny said...

I tried to drop a few pounds a couple years ago by cutting out carbs and the same thing happened to me on a run - love carbs or hate em, they DO fuel runners.
Bos looks exactly like his mom!!!!!
Happy Birthday, Bo!

Rae said...

Oh, I dunno. I think I would've cried if I dropped the cupcakes. And really I probably would've licked the icing off the ground because I have food issues!! =)

Di aka "Mrs Bigun" said...

i would have cried too- ruined cupcakes....WAHHHHH!!!!