Now that I’ve had time to calm down and think about it, I’m a little embarrassed about how I acted towards Mike this morning. I’ve been getting up 3 mornings a week and going walking/running at the park across the street from our house, and have done it for the last 3 weeks. There is a half-mile walking trail there, and it has been divided into 6 sections (I just checked and that would be 440 ft per section.) Normally I walk a section then run a section, and continue to do that until I’ve gone around twice. The first time around I usually do pretty good with the running parts, but by the second lap I’m struggling. I still haven’t ran every section I’m supposed to at one time.
Anyway, Mike wanted to go with me this morning, so I explained to him what I normally do. I had a feeling he would outrun me, I just didn’t realize by how much. He started running and ran 3 sections, walked for about half a section, then started running again and finished the half mile. Then he stood there and waited for me until I finished.
By the time I arrived I was in tears and so angry. Not at him, just at the fact that I’ve been out there for 3 weeks and can barely run 1/3 of what he did, and I’ve been trying to eat healthy and work out every night and the weight still isn’t coming off. Not to mention that he eats crap all the time and can’t seem to gain weight even if he wants to. And what makes me embarrassed is that I told him all of this - while crying, almost hyperventilating because I was out of breath from running, and while stomping home. I was screaming, crying, and I’m sure the little old ladies that were at the park walking their dogs will be telling their families about the crazy girl that was going off on her husband this morning. Looking back I know I must have looked insane, and Wee One’s tantrums aren’t anything compared to me this morning.
I’ve apologized to him for screaming at him like I did, and even told him that since now I know that he can kick my butt, I’ll know to expect it. I’m still frustrated that it’s taking me a lot longer and a lot more work to do this kind of thing than it does him, but I know eventually I’ll be able to take him. ;)
Anyway, Mike wanted to go with me this morning, so I explained to him what I normally do. I had a feeling he would outrun me, I just didn’t realize by how much. He started running and ran 3 sections, walked for about half a section, then started running again and finished the half mile. Then he stood there and waited for me until I finished.
By the time I arrived I was in tears and so angry. Not at him, just at the fact that I’ve been out there for 3 weeks and can barely run 1/3 of what he did, and I’ve been trying to eat healthy and work out every night and the weight still isn’t coming off. Not to mention that he eats crap all the time and can’t seem to gain weight even if he wants to. And what makes me embarrassed is that I told him all of this - while crying, almost hyperventilating because I was out of breath from running, and while stomping home. I was screaming, crying, and I’m sure the little old ladies that were at the park walking their dogs will be telling their families about the crazy girl that was going off on her husband this morning. Looking back I know I must have looked insane, and Wee One’s tantrums aren’t anything compared to me this morning.
I’ve apologized to him for screaming at him like I did, and even told him that since now I know that he can kick my butt, I’ll know to expect it. I’m still frustrated that it’s taking me a lot longer and a lot more work to do this kind of thing than it does him, but I know eventually I’ll be able to take him. ;)
2 comments:
I'm impressed you are up doing that, it'll get easier and before you know it you'll be beating him! Kudos to you for getting that exercise (much better than me)!!!
Um, you kinda have an excuse! Right now Emery is a little more important than exercise!! :)
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