Couch to 5K podcasts, I respond, promptly. There are a couple of them available for free from iTunes. Personally, I prefer the NHS but they all take you from walking/crawling with tiny bits of running interspersed for thirty minutes to just running. Three times a week for nine weeks and, Bob's your uncle, there you are clutching your very own commemorative t-shirt; trying to figure out how to attach a paper number to your abdomen without feeling like your lobster bib has slipped uncomfortably low.
Sorry, leapt right in there. The question was: how does one go from not running at all to running a 5k? There's your answer. Now don't blame me if you hate it.
If my hip ever heals (it's bursitis, ackshuwee, although I swear all the time I spend in the goddamned car is not helping*) I will be returning to my beloved Wii EA Sports Active. A little cardio, a little stretching, a little strength training... all completed at my leisure and in the well-hydrated warmth and privacy of my own living room.
What else? Have I found an anxiety drug that suits me? Ummmm, not sure yet. Yes? Maybe? I mean my god yes I love Lexapro just as I loved Celexa for its ability to put risk into perspective (in other words it does a great job treating my anxiety) but I'm not sure whether or not it's putting me back into a state of chubby catatonia. I'm being scrupulous in tracking exercise and caloric intake (and sleep. and headaches) so when I go back to them in a month they can help me sort out my anecdotal impressions from reality. In the meantime I was able to take the children, by myself (alone and without a leader), to the Renaissance Faire (crowds! parking! crowds! Patrick on a climbing wall! a... I'm not kidding... a Ye Olde Herpetological Cottage that Caroline INSISTED on visiting) which I definitely could not have done - I mean, not without flipping out - just a few months ago.
So good? I guess?
Speaking of the Ren Faire one of my fondest childhood memories was going to the one in Maryland when I was eight. I had steak on a stake (remember how I once told you that all of my clearest memories are food related? it's true) and got my face painted and was allowed to buy the most beautiful dried floral hair wreath that had ever been seen this side of Camelot. I loved that thing and I kept it for at least a decade until it was... what was that expression one of you once used? "Lost in a flood" to describe things misplaced during times of personal upheaval? My wreath was lost in a flood.
So although I had no particular agenda beyond parsley and sage when I took the kids to the fair it did occur to me that, you know, maybe Caroline and I could take a look at Ye Olde Wreathery while we were there. Not because I thought my daughter should get a lovely crown of flowers to accompany, say, a soft pink gown with an embroidered bodice and lace overdress but because... fine. I wanted to dress my Barbie like Guinevere.
Do I even have to tell you? DO I?
After carefully perusing - for all of about five seconds - the dainty fairy wings and delicate flower crowns on offer Caroline selected
something a little more practical in a seige.
PS She also tried out the longbow.
PPS Kindergarten. Yeah. Kindergarten. I'll get to it, I promise. It's just every time I think about how kindergarten is going I start drinking again.
*Caroline and Edward attend the same school at which Patrick started and although it is associated with our district and the same distance from our house as their 'home' school, busing is not available so in the morning Caroline, Edward and I drive Patrick 20 minutes to the north and then I take Caroline and Edward 20 minutes to the south again plus 15 minutes east. Thank heavens the Greeks invented the hypotenuse.