I read about the Strava mile on the Strava app and decided to give it a go. My mile PR is 5:52 from high school when I was 17, had had no kids, weighed maybe 115, and did a lot of speed work. I think it’s safe to say I’m not breaking 6 minutes any time soon, which makes me a little sad. But, no matter. Strava thinks my PR is 7:05 or something like that, so I decided to go after a sub-7. I found my nearest track, less than 10 minutes from my house and is synthetic; there isn’t a track like that in the whole city of Roanoke. I headed out there at 6:30 in the morning or so and had it to myself. I wore my watch and decided to try and target 400s between 100 and 105 s — leading to a 1600 m between 6:40 and 7:00.
My splits for 1600 m ended up being 99.5, 102.3, 102.1, and 101.9. That’s a 6:45 1600m. Strava clocked me at 6:43 for my fastest mile (as I kept running since 1600m is just a bit short of 1 mile.) Overall, I’m pleased, though honestly I thought I could run a few seconds faster. I’m inspired now to do some speed work.
Saturday, I went out for a 38 miles bike ride around the lower half of Lake Washington. 1737 ft of elevation gain. I’ve done the ride before, but it felt a little easier this time. I’m always intimidated by a ride that long, but it’s better when I at least know the route. I averaged 12.9 mph, which is pretty typical for me for this type of ride.
After my ride, we headed to a birthday party with L – an equestrian party. We live very near a beautiful area called the May Valley that has a lot of horse farms, and the party was at one of them. L, as I’ve mentioned on here before, tends to be timid and afraid of most new things, and she has always been afraid to sit on a horse every time the opportunity has come up. The people at the horse farm were so great. They started with having the kids brush the horses. L was initially afraid to touch the horse, but I eventually was able to talk her into it. Then B got up on the horse they’d been brushing, and we all managed to talk L into getting up to. What did it was the option to ride with her sister. It was so sweet. Unfortunately, I was so busy providing moral support to L that I got no photos, but I’m hoping I can get at least one from one of the other moms.
I recently stumbled across one of my most favorite pieces of running writing. When I was in high school, there was a bit of a running fad that favored fewer miles. Of course, this was the pre-internet age, but in my teens I was pretty convinced that I was “burned out” and other such nonsense when my times slowed down in 10th / 11th grade. (Looking back, puberty and (healthy) weight gain had a lot more to do with it.) In any case, it wasn’t until my junior year of college that I stumbled upon a community of running enthusiasts on the internet on the CoolRunning forums and became convinced of the opposite, that as far as running goes, more is almost always better. The author of the piece above ran many, many miles and enjoyed the payoff.
The weather was warm enough to run in shorts and short-sleeves yesterday for the first time in, oh, six months? Longer. Who knows. It was wonderful. I took advantage and ran 8.5 miles, my longest run since before B was born. It felt great, though I’m sore today. I need to drag myself out for a shorter run this morning sometime soon before the rain starts again.
We’ve settled on a school for L. We’re going to send her to a French immersion Kindergarten. I have mixed feelings about this. I wish we were living slightly farther North, in a better school district, but for a wide variety of reasons the cards did not fall that way. We’ll re-evaluate the long-term path after next year. You might wonder, why French? Well, there are two French immersion schools near us and none in any other language. I think there is a value in knowing any second language, regardless of what it is. I also think that L is precocious and this will ensure she is challenged. Hopefully, she won’t be TOO challenged. Both B and I feel ambivalent about the whole thing, in contrast to how we feel about the preschool, which we love. But we’ll give it a try.
L graduated from level 1 of swim lessons. It’s been a long road, and I’m frankly just delighted. It seems like a small thing, and she was beginning to tower over the other kids in her class. It had just become obvious to me that swimming would be a challenge for her. However, I have derived an enormous amount of joy from swimming and being in the water through the years, from just playing at the pool in the summer to swim team to being confident in deep water at Smith Mountain Lake and pool parties and on and on. As an adult, I really feel water aerobics and my weekly swim were incredibly important to my mental and physical health, and I met one of my best friends in Seattle at water aerobics class. Anyway, I’ve watched L gradually gain confidence and comfort in the water, and I see a clear path towards her becoming a confident swimmer over the next several years. (A path paved with bribes and sparkly swimsuits, no doubt.) Now, B is getting old enough to start swim lessons!
I myself have been swimming once a week. I absolutely detest getting in the pool and swimming that first half lap. It’s just torture! After that, however, it’s quite pleasurable. I always preferred breaststroke, but I’ve been swimming freestyle with an eye towards triathlon, and I’ve become so much more comfortable with freestyle. I even tried some flip turns at my last session. They went . . . ok. I ended up with a nose full of water during one of them, and I basically found them exhausting. But it was kind of fun to realize I can still do one, more or less.
My parents are visiting, and H is out of town. My loyal readers will know that the latter has caused me a great deal of anxiety in past. Today, I’m doing fine. A friend told me to try and celebrate the small achievements, and so I’m going to celebrate how today has gone. We’ll deal with tomorrow tomorrow.
I’ve just started reading James and the Giant Peach to L, and we are both tremendously excited about it. I think we were still in our old house when I first read her Little House on the Prairie, so she was just 2. Since then, we’ve enjoyed reading a fair few chapter books with pictures – LHOTP twice, On the Banks of Plum Creek twice, some Galaxy Zack books, and a few of the Frozen books. (Frozen is a very big thing around here lately, but more on that later.) We still read lots of little kids books as well, and she enjoys listening to the books I read to B, too.
We tried Charlie and the Chocolate Factory last year, but she just wasn’t really ready for it. She’s older now, though, and JATGP has more pictures than Charlie. James is illustrated by Quentin Blake, unlike Charlie. We’ve only read the first three chapters, and I’m delighted with reading it already. I did have to gloss of James’ parents getting eaten by an angry rhino. Eek!
Meanwhile, B has mostly graduated from board books and is starting to enjoy simple children’s books. She loves all the Jane Cabrera books, and Good Night, Good Night Construction Site is a new favorite. We’re also reading Where the Wild Things Are, Chicken Soup with Rice, Ferdinand, Madeline, and Blue on Blue. How I love Madeline! Some of the old classics are just unbeatable.
B had her 15 month appointment today. She has fallen to “Less than 3%” in weight. In other words, she’s fallen off the curve. It’s so frustrating. I am still nursing her morning and night. In addition, I give her as much milk as she is willing to drink. Five times a day, she gets as much solids as she will eat – bread, peanut butter, jam, cheese, turkey, and fruits and veggies. I’m not sure what else to do. What I don’t understand is how some babies can weigh literally twice as much as my little chubster at this age. I mean, she’s 18 pounds. What do other parents do that I’m not doing? Our meals last an hour or more, so it’s not like I’m rushing her. It’s possible that our nanny is not being as proactive, and I’ll talk to her, but I doubt that’s the problem. I know I was a skinny kid, but there’s skinny, and there’s “less than 3%.”
Maybe I’ll just start feeding her straight ice cream, morning, noon and night.
In addition, Bri is neither walking nor standing voluntarily. She can stand but chooses not to. Whether she could take a step, I have no idea. In any case, it’s not like I can dismiss the weight thing because she’s doing so well in all other areas. The idea that being half-starved is slowing her development is horrifying to me.
She seems like a happy child, and she does not usually act hungry. What the heck?
In other news, we got our Christmas tree this weekend. We cut down a beautiful Norman fir at a local tree farm. Everything went swimmingly until we got home and couldn’t get the darn thing to stand up straight. It’s still super tippy and I can’t figure out why. We’ve been getting trees for 7 or 8 years now, and we’ve never had any problem standing them up. It’s always been effortless. I’m not sure what’s different this year.