Evan is eight! My miracle child, conceived after 4.5 years of trying, after deciding to adopt, after I'd completely given up on having biological children. He's eight! That means that 8 years and 9 months ago, the most miraculous thing happened, I found out I was pregnant. I still remember it so vividly. I remember his birth vividly too. I'm so thankful for him! My sweet boy. He was bouncing off the walls this morning. He was so excited. I was sad that I could not spend lunch with him like I have with all my other kids. If my MIL had been in town she could have picked up Clara from Gymnastics, but she was not, so I could not eat lunch with him. BUT, I did find time to bring him McDonald's and his teacher said he was ecstatic. I even threw in a cookie in the box.
I feel a bit bad for him. It's not much of a birthday for him. His presents haven't come. He isn't having a party for a month! And since his Birthday was on a Monday, I didn't buy balloons the night before because we don't shop on Sundays. He doesn't seem to care. I might let him choose what he wants for dinner and get whatever it is. He does have an ice cream cake ready for after dinner. Since he is choosing an expensive birthday party, he is only getting one gift from us, a Minecraft Lego. He also purchased a second Minecraft Lego with his birthday money from his grand parents, so he'll have two. When they finally arrive!
Life has been good, but busy. I was very sick feeling on Friday. It was from the Methotrexate I take for my RA. Usually it doesn't cause me such problems, but I was in tears by Friday night. I went to bed at 7, was asleep by 8 pm, but woke up at 5 am feeling great! I went for a run at 7 am. It felt fantastic! It was 38 degrees, but didn't feel that cold. My plan was to run 90 seconds, walk 90 seconds, but that was too easy, so I upped it to 2 minutes the next time with 90 seconds of walking, still too easy, then I did 3 minutes of running with 90 seconds of walking and repeated this the whole time. The plan was to do it for 40 minutes but then, I realized I was going faster than I'd planned and I stopped running when I hit 3.1 miles. My 5K time was 36 minutes on the dot. Not SO fast, but not that far off from my 31 minute time from back when I was running 3-4 times per week. And I haven't run, really run, in ages! I wasn't exhausted afterward, in fact, the whole run felt amazing! I really felt good and enjoyed it! All the cross training I'm doing with my friend/trainer, is paying off. I am certain that if I'd tried to push it I'd have run it around 34 minutes, which is so close to my old time. I plan to run every Saturday from now on. I hope to run some real 5k's, by myself, or with friends in the Spring. I know my body can't take 3-4 times per week of running but I'd like to get up to 2 times per week. I'd like to run 10 min/mile pace. My pace was 11.5 min/mile on Saturday, and I was walking 1/3 of the time! It's totally doable!
Of course, I felt sore the next day, but not incredibly. And my knee hurt. But it never got so painful I had to limp or anything. I call that success! I am thankful for the perspective I have, where I cherish the ability to move my body, and be strong. I cherish it. I love it. I live in the moment and I didn't before.
In other happenings. Molly is talking up a storm. I can't even count the number of words now. This morning Clara said "Oh my gosh! Her can say so many words!" It made me smile. Because she is right. No speech therapy for this little lady!
I'm getting so excited for December! I love it. Love the excitement and festivities. Our plans for the kids gifts have changed a bit but I'm still excited. We are taking them to Disney on Ice on the 26th. Should be fun! I'm so exited that we are doing a Secret Santa this year. I have 10 gifts for the family, might add more. I'm so excited to do it!
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