Before I delve into these thoughts too deeply, I'm linking up with Running with Spoons Thinking out Loud Thursday blog link up. Check her out; she is hilarious!
Anyway. Yes. September is sucking. Hard. So to help me deal with life, I need to uncrowd my brain of these thoughts.
1. I have a race on Saturday. It's the Noble Canyon 50K and I am so not into it. I did it last year and it kinda sucked. I wasn't planning to do it again this year but was persuaded to by a good friend. And it fell into my overall training plan very well, so it really wasn't a hard sell for her to convince me to do it. Therefore, this isn't really a race race but more a training run. But because of the busy-ness, I haven't even thought about it in the last few weeks. And now it's the day after tomorrow. WTF!?! Hopefully it won't be deathly hot and I'll be able to get through it.
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3. I really miss my CSA. We used to belong to a great CSA here, where we bought into a local farm and got a huge box of organic veggies every week. It forced us to eat things we may not necessarily seek out for ourselves. We ate a ton more veggies than usual. Well, when I say we, I really mean me. I ate the whole box of veggies every week. And while I really love veggies, I am only one person and it was a lot. Even for me. So I canceled the subscription and now I must buy my veggies on my own. I just don't think I'm eating nearly as much and I feel gross.
4. I am sick of pumpkin spice crap and I haven't even had any. It's still summer here in SoCal and the thought of fall makes me angry. There is no chill in the air, no need for a light jacket for my walk on crisp fall mornings. There is nothing crisp except for me baking in the hot hot sun. It's been over 90 degrees here this past week. So there really is no need for pumpkin spice anything. We still need popsicles. Maybe we should have pumpkin spice popsicles. Hmmmm....
5. I mentioned how my oldest's birthday is in September. That joker is turning 10. Yes, my little tiny baby is now going to be double-digits. When I tell people I get one of two reactions: either a blank stare suggesting that I'm an idiot for thinking it's a big deal or a look of total compassion that my little tiny baby is not a little tiny baby anymore. Really, people. My first born child is going to be 10 years old. I have been a parent for a decade. I don't know. I'm having a really hard time dealing with this. I just feel that it's the beginning of the end. He's going to be a teenager soon and hate me. Then he'll graduate from high school and leave. I remember the day he was born, I was holding him and started crying because I knew he would leave someday and I knew at that moment, in my very short stint as a parent, our time together was limited. That's the one bad thing about kids - they grow up :( Sure, I should be excited about the person he's becoming and know that we shaped him and prepared him to survive in the world. And I am. But if I'm being perfectly honest, I am sad that he's growing up and there will come a time where he won't need us as much and we won't be the most important people in his life. So...I am going to focus on the time now and soak it up as much as possible. I love him more and more every day and I will just focus on the wonderful kid he is and how much being his mom means to me. Love you buddy.