I knew immediately after that race that it wouldn't be my last long distance triathlon. I had caught the bug. I wanted to register for races left and right, but unfortunately my bank account and triathlon weren't seeing eye-to-eye.
Triathlon is freaking expensive. Like "there goes your dream vacation" expensive. So, rather than be hasty, I promised J that I would register for any more races this year. I would just stick to the one sprint triathlon I had already registered for and maybe, I'd sign up for either the Richmond Half Marathon or 8K.
And that's what I did. For the remainder of 2012, my only races are Hood to Coast (with Nuun), the Patriots Sprint Triathon and the HCA VA 8K.
I should be excited by this. It's like a training reprieve. No need for monster workouts. No need to wake up at 4 a.m. to ensure everything gets done. It's awesome.
Except that it's not.
In actuality, I don't like training reprieves. And in complete honesty, I have been following a beginner 70.3 plan to train for my sprint. I figure if nothing else, I'll be super prepared.
It was the 4th?: I am a horrible mother.
I am the kind of mother who puts her children to bed at 6:30 EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. It doesn't matter if it is their birthday, New Year's Eve or even the Fourth of July. If it's 6:30, it's bedtime. The only time we ignore this rule is if we are in a situation which precludes bedtime from happening. Those situations are very rare.
So, yesterday, while everyone else was out celebrating the 4th, we had a low-key day. We stayed in bed until after 8 (yes, that's late for us), hung out and ended our day with a family feast. At 6:30, the girls went to bed. No fireworks. No parades. Nothing. Honestly, I'm not even sure that they knew that it was the 4th of July. And I am 100% sure that they have zero clue to what they are missing out on. But, just think of how excited they will be in a few years when I let them in on the secret ...
I'm hungry: My kids eat all the time. They are used to small meals and big (OK, numerous) snacks. They eat so much throughout the day that by the time dinner is served, they barely touch it. Suddenly, they no longer want to eat.
The excuse are awesome too.
"My tummy hurts."
"I don't like chicken and beans and salad, even though I eat them pretty much every day."
"I only like these things when they aren't mixed together."
"I hate pork. So what if it was my favorite food last week?"
"I did eat some. See?" *moves fork around plate*
"I'm too tired to eat."
"If I eat too much I'll get sick."
"I'm full. Can I have dessert?"
Talk about frustrating. It's not like I prepare them toxic waste for dinner. Every single night, they get a home cooked meal, made from scratch. Nothing comes from a box. Nothing is heated up from a can. This is freaking good food I am making them. Yet, they scoff.
At my wits end, I instituted a new policy - Time regimented eating.
- Three meals and a snack at set intervals.
- You can eat as much or as little as you would like during these times, but you are not eating again until your next meal and you are ALWAYS going to eat at the table (we find food crumbs EVERYWHERE).
- If you are truly hungry between meals, then you can have any fruit or vegetable that you'd like. But you have to sit at the table to eat it. If that doesn't work for you, you can wait until your next meal.
Since implementing this policy, the girls have quit asking for food constantly. They really don't want to snack throughout the day if that means they have to sit at the table. And shockingly, they devour their meals and often ask for seconds. Amazing, I know.