While my parents were here, I did Tae Bo on Monday, Tuesday, nothing on Wednesday, Thursday and I ran part of the GOG course on Friday. Nothing yesterday. I *need* to do something today. Especially since the race is now just 6 days away!!!

I’m back up the .8 lbs I lost last week. After this race, I’m going to back to dieting and readjusting my training schedule. I will likely run the rest of the series, but won’t be training like I am right now.

This was my reply in a “my baby won’t sleep” thread:

Zander wouldn’t sleep through the night at all as a baby. As he got older, I tried to give him cereal at night to give him something more complex to digest, partially because of his reflux, and partly because I thought it would help him stay full longer. No dice.

With modified methods (sort of cry it out co-sleeping – yes, I did let him cry, but I was laying in the bed next to him so he didn’t feel abandoned), Zander started sleeping through the night at 10 months old. And he has been doing it ever since. He is a GREAT sleeper. When he napped and at night, once asleep, he stayed asleep. He nursed until he was 13/14 months old (I got pregnant and he weaned himself – much to my dismay).

Zevan slept through the night at 8 weeks. It was amazing. I was thrilled. Until he was about 4-5 months old. The wakings began. And now, at 2 years old, still wakes up once during the night. He won’t go down for a nap without a fight, either. He is a TERRIBLE sleeper. I didn’t use the same methods I did with Zander, mostly because they share a room, and if I let him cry like that, I felt bad for Zander not being able to sleep.

For one week, starting 10 days ago, he was going to bed so well. I put him to bed wide awake and said goodnight. He’d say, “Goodnight, mama” and actually roll onto his side and go to sleep.

It lasted a week.

I have no idea why he stopped, but now he won’t go to bed again. Naptime and bedtime are exhausting again.

So, lately, I have been letting him cry. He’s 2 now and he is definitely trying to manipulate me. I put him down, he fights, he stalls, he uses his sweet little voice, “Lay with me, mama.” “You sleep with me, mama.”

“No, sweetie, it’s time to sleep…” then I get a big tantrum In fact, the other night, he pulled one of his breathholding spells, and turned blue. Great. I hate when he does that. Scares the bejeezus out of me every time he does it. And I have been reassured that it’s okay, it won’t harm him. I won’t let him use that against me at bedtime again.

We took Zevan for his 2 year well check on Friday.

Our big concerns have been his height/weight and then, two nights before the appt, Zevan had one of his breath holding incidents when I was putting him to bed because he didn’t want to go to sleep.   

He’s back on the chart for his height and weight, which is great.  5%tile for height, 20%tile for weight.  Last time he wasn’t on the chart for height and he was only 5%tile for weight.  Since Jan 27, he grew 2″ and gained 2 lb 7 oz.  So, while he is still on the small side, I think he’ll be okay.   

The breath holding spell is a bit trickier.  Now that he is older, it’s more of an attention grabbing thing, so I need to not provide the reinforcement of my reaction to these episodes.  That’s going to be tough for me.   

She recommended 24 oz per day of dairy/milk for him.     It sounds like a lot to me, along with his other foods and water.  She said we could switch to 2% milk now, and recommended organic milk (of course!).

She said with his advanced verbal skills that we could try potty training him now.  More about that later…

So, I miscalculated my run time on Friday. I actually ran it in 32:50, not 32:15.
Since I probably won’t get a run in tomorrow, I ran it today. I wore my HR monitor and here’s what I got.

My best estimate of the mile markers:
I start the route at the telephone pole just before the wooden bridge on the trail
Mile 1 ends at the first boulder past the big curve just after the main parking lot (the end of the big hill)
Mile 2 ends at Pull Off 8
I finish where I started.

My shins started hurting about halfway through the route. I stopped to fastwalk for about 45 seconds twice: once on the curve past the main parking lot and once up the hill to the south parking lot. My fastwalk pace is faster than my running pace when I am going uphill. I just pump my arms and go!

I really don’t like running. I dread it before I start, I moan and groan as I run it, but when I am finished I feel really good about doing it! It’s the classic love/hate thing. I hate when I’m doing it, but I love that I did it!

I’m a geek at heart, so using numbers and gadgets for my run can only help motivate me.

I got on the scale and lost .8 since I last weighed myself That’s SOMETHING!

Summer is so hard for me. I *love* ice cream. I had ice cream twice yesterday

My parents fly in tomorrow. Which could spell disaster for my eating. Especially since we are going to dinner at The Cheesecake Factory on Tuesday night for my cousin Lester’s birthday dinner.

I *must* stick to my work out routine. That will be my consolation if my eating gets completely out of hand.

So…I’ve been doing good with my workouts. This week I didn’t work out on Wednesday because Doug’s mom got sick and we couldn’t go over there. So…I made that my rest day and did a crosstraining workout (Tae Bo) on Thursday. Friday I ran the course. By myself. At race day pace. I finished it in 32:15 32:50!!! That’s close to my St. Patrick’s Day 5K run time 32:31. So, now that’s my goal for the race. I hope I don’t psyche myself out on race day with all the people around. The first part of the course just sucks. All uphill, and then a big uphill right at the main parking lot that curves around. After that, the course is good, one last little uphill just before the south parking lot.

Afterwards, I met with May for climbing. We were taking it easy since I just ran and she hiked the incline earlier. We did some 5.9s and attempted our V2s. Then we noticed a new V2 in the cave. I was trying it for the 3rd time, and was getting up to do a critical move. I grabbed the hold, put all my weight on it, and it spun – the bolt was loose. I landed on my back, and then bumped my head on the ground. Honestly, it was my biggest fall ever since I started climbing. Mostly because I was on a layback when I fell and I wasn’t harnessed in, since we were doing a bouldering route. I laid on the ground for a few minutes, totally stunned. I don’t know who looked more shocked, me or May. After we asked the staff guy to tighten the bolt, I actually attempted it one more time, but couldn’t hang on. The whole experience put a damper on the day, and we finished up after that.

I went home and took 800 mg of ibuprofen and just hung out. I can’t remember the last time I fell, but this one was a doozy. I felt so old and unresilient. I tried to call my chiropractor, but she closes up early on Fridays

Anyway, I feel okay now. I hauled ten 50 lb bags of play sand for the Zboys’ sandbox today. Yep 500 lbs of sand, and that damn sandbox still didn’t get as full as I hoped it would be.

We hiked today and it was fine. Tomorrow I will cross train. My parents are flying in on Monday, so I probably won’t get a chance to run the course that day. Hmmm…maybe I should try and do that tomorrow instead.

Don’t ask me about my diet. We went to Red Robin tonight, and I had freckled lemonade and a Bonzai burger (although I did get salad instead of bottomless fries!).

Okay, so I ran the course again this Monday with my friend Lanel.  I ran the whole thing, but I didn’t time myself.  I dread it when I start it, and even while I’m running it, but when I get finished, I feel very good about doing it!

I did the Tommy Deter All Star Workout today. That felt good. 

But then I crashed today…I felt very achey and tired, but didn’t have any of the nausea, so this must be my version of the illness my boys have had.  (Zander was throwing up yesterday, but he’s fine today).  What a weird stomach flu.  In all 3 cases, it lasted only half a day for each of my guys.  While Vikki was here watching the boys,  I was so tired, that I napped while she was here.  Then when she left, I laid down with the boys and slept until 5:30 PM!  I’m not at all hungry either.  I haven’t eaten very much today.   

STRESSED is desserts spelled backwards.  Is that because when one is stressed, one craves desserts?!?

Zevan vomited 3 times today.  Poor little guy.      And every time I was holding him.  Even though I showered twice, I still can smell puke   Doug’s no help…he’s been sick today too.    

I am SO over this… Calgon take me away…

So, I have done some very unbalanced eating today.  No breakfast, veggies and dip plus 2 slices of Pepperoni pizza during the party…a BIG slice of cake, too.  And whopper and fries for dinner.  Tsk tsk tsk.  I’m so STRESSED!

I can’t believe Zevan got sick the day of his birthday party!  What are the chances?! 

I didn’t walk today, either.  Way too windy.  This is the first day I’ve missed a work out since I started training  

UGH!!!