I feel so bad for all the folks (who talks like that?) who are without electricity because of Hurricane Irene. I admit I was a B-A-B-Y while our power was out. For us it was only 2 days and there are always those worse off but dang it I didn't sleep much. During Isabelle (2003) I had a 6-week-old, 2 toddlers and no way to flush. So when Mother Nature called she really called me to her (my) backyard. Sucked. At least this time we keep our toilet (and our dignity) and our Pinot Grigio cold. I heart generators.
My children had a ball. I watched them play with Irene just as she was getting going:
I could've been arrested for child endangerment since at any given moment a tree limb could've met one of their craniums. Here's my struggle: when do you corral your children from their frivolity when they are loving/living life in a risky situation (that wasn't all that bad - yet), getting along, and making memories? I waited about as long as I could stand it and told them to come inside. The still argued with me. I felt glorious. They need have wild abandon sometimes. I was lucky they were safe and whole. Some folks weren't. Why/how were we spared so much trouble and trauma? Don't know but I'm thanking my lucky stars.
I managed to kick out 6 soggy miles before Irene pounced and that was good. This week I have run 15 miles so far, taught 2 Yoga classes and 1 Cardio Jam class. Today I 'cross trained' by walking my dogs because I am sore as a mother. Can hardly move but it feels good. Tomorrow I run 7. I am taking my training plan for the Richmond Half Marathon very seriously this time. No substituting classes for miles. There is nothing like being on your legs. My children agree, it's even more fun in a hurricane.
It's Friday and 5 o'clock somewhere. No hurricane to deal with this weekend. Still getting aftershocks from the earthquake. Still wearing good bras.
Would you let your children play with Irene?
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