Yesterday, Jeremy and I went to Sausalito to do a trail run. It was a Christmas gift given by Jeremy's Uncle. I won't lie, during the first two miles up the moutain I was cursing Steve's name. Hehehe The thing that prevented me from cursing too much was the view. It was absolutely goregous!! I was getting killed, but I loved the view. It was a 30K, which is 18.9 miles. We were overlooking the ocean, San Francisco, and the Golden Gate Bridge. It was absolutely wonderful!!
I did fall towards the end, and my feet were on fire. Jeremy pointed out that when I don't go big, I don't do well. I love a challenge. He knew it was in my blood to push beyond the limits. About 10 yards past were I fell, a bicyclist was done. Apparently, he was coming of chest pains. We think he was having a heart attack. Several runners, various tourist, and the race aid station people were there to help until medics came. It reminded me that I was still strong.
I did realize that Jeremy is my cryptonite. I am not sure why he does this to me, but I can be strong forever. Enter Jeremy into the equation, and I fall apart. Does that make sense to anyone else?
Jeremy and I have made a choice to separate when running. We think it will be better for both of us. Jeremy and I separated during this race, and I caught up to him at the first aid station. Then he took off. He said his competitive nature kicked in, and he went the wrong way. After confirming that I was going the right way, I took off. I knew eventually Jeremy would catch up with me or he would be waiting at the end because he went way off course. I was going, going, and going. It was beautiful! Words can not describe the beauty. Then I turned around to look at the view because I wanted to enjoy the run, and I saw a man running. I could recognize the run a mile away. It was Jeremy. I kept going because I knew he would catch up. I got to the top of another moutain, and I waited. I knew he would need some water. When he caught up, I told him that it was time to run. We started to run, then he told me that we needed to stop. He was at his low. We walked to the next aid station. At this point, I knew that I was going to be about done because I had walked for too long. My heart did not want to leave Jeremy, but my head was saying leave. I didn't leave him. He did ditch me about a quarter a mile from the end. Go figure, he finished before me. We are talking about doing it again next year, so I can beat my time. :o)
Easter was great at my parents house. We spent the night last night, so we would be there when the easter bunny came. Annie, Steve, and Hunter came over. I ate way too much food. My family was putting on a buffet, and I started munching. Horrible! Yet, yummy!!! ;o)
The kids did the Easter basket, and it was awesome. Then we went to my grandma's house. I was so disappointed in my family. First, they started eatting before my parents, my boys, and Jeremy and I got there. We usually have to wait for them. Forever!!! They started lunch without us!! They were done by the time that Jeremy and I brought the ice. Conner and Toby were playing around, and it was a little awkward. Then my cousin decided it was time to open up presents. With that, they all went inside and Conner went in with them. I knew that presents meant just for them, so I didn't think anything about it. Jermey came out to tell me that Conner was not being good. I went inside, and the look on his face was horrible. I will never forget that look. It was so sad. Everyone in the room at that moment had a present except for Conner. He was sitting patiently in the rocking chair waiting. I pulled him outside, and I had to explain to him that he didn't get a present. Then I explained what was going on to Jeremy. We were both pissed. I am disgusted that this was ok to have this present opening of sorts in front of Conner, and all of us even when they weren't giving us anything. I know life isn't about gifts, but don't do it in front of a 3 year old. He doesn't understand. Can you tell that I am still furious over this whole thing? The look on my boy's face was torture!!!
Other than that, it was a great weekend! I have no idea what I am teaching tomorrow, but I will figure it out.
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I'm reading along, grinning, heart full of love and beauty taking in each moment of your pirate's cove run.....I'm practically beaming at you waiting for him, knees twitching in pain when you fell.....and now I'm ready to pull out the daggers. Erin, I KNOW it's NOT about the presents. However, it was all about odd man out. Grrrrrrrrrr. Have you noticed that there is no GOOD way to react to this to change an outcome, shed elightenment, throw a "righteous" fit and actually come out of it looking right? I hate that all the more. I'm crestfallen with Conner. Love your WHOLE family.
And being under less than full power is something every woman needs. Even the strongest need someone to hold onto.
I almost feel like I'm running with you, enjoying the view and the joy of life! Thank you for sharing that, Erin!
As for those in your family who chose to act without care or concern for Conner, well, I guess this is where it's best to step back and be grateful for friends who love us more than family. If they were unkind enough to overlook a bewildered little boy and unkind enough to begin the holiday meal without a good portion of the family, then their hearts are not in a good place and their souls are certainly not at peace.
Be grateful that you and YOUR family are not as they are. You are a loving, caring, sharing, giving and happy family. Next year, don't participate in their silliness. Have your own fun.
My heart goes out to you and to Conner. No one deserves to be treated unkindly, ever, and shame on those especially who treat our children that way.
Take the high road, honey. Let go of the disappointment and move on but vow to never again put your children and family in a position to be treated poorly by those unkind relatives.
You are blessed with loving children and friends. Thank God for them and for being the woman you are. Hold your head up high and let the sadness of the weekend pass. Celebrate YOU! I do!!
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