Days 19-21 (Chrissie's Foot)

I did the Killer Trail with Chrissie on Saturday. This is a 5 mile trail that feels like 7 because of the steep hills. Chrissie (12 yrs old) wants to be a distance runner like I was. She is the fastest person at the mile in her class except for one boy who has a bigger kick at the end. She wanted us to run/walk like we used to do with Jess (my 21 year old) 5 years ago when she was a cheer leader and on the track team. I knew that I wasn't up for that so I agreed to let her run between bridges. There are 16 on the trail. Once she got to the bridge she had to wait for me. This would only leave her out of my sight only for about 5 or 10 minutes depending on the bridge. We did this for the first 2 miles. It was in the hottest part of the day so she got tired. I was impressed and kind of bummed that I could only run about 50 yds with her. By the end of the summer, I might be able to stay with her for a mile...."might" being the operative word. Any ways, she was very hot and very tired, but she kept pace with my fast walk for the last three miles. At the end she was panting, but so was I and I hadn't ran two miles. She yelled at me, "Cut that out!!!!" She thought I was panting to make fun of her because someone who merely walked the whole time wouldn't be panting. I explained, "No. I'm panting because I'm tired, not to make fun of you." She took another look at me and said, "you have really big sweat drops running down your neck." I told her that I knew that and she realized that I wasn't making fun of her. Then she said, "All this exercising is working. I can see your whole body now." I asked her what she meant by that. She said, "Seriously, look in the mirror when you get home. You can see your whole body." That was not clearer. I assume she meant that I'm starting to have a shape other than just round. You can see where some parts end and other parts begin. I think that if people couldn't see my whole body when they looked at me, someone would have mentioned it.

I rested on Sunday. I didn't even do yoga. I felt guilty because on Sundays I usually eat more and exercise less. I guess it all works out in the long run. I watched Pucca with Chrissie on my bed. She sort of fell off when it was over and said, "Mom, I think I broke my foot" with a smile on her face. (She is practically a clone of me. Nobody but us would say that with a smile on their face.) She went to bed though.

The next morning, I did my exercise routine and was thrilled because I could do all of the pelvic thrusts she asked for on the first page. (I am so glad that I didn't look the routine over before I got started.) On the second page was a pelvic twist. This is the same thing as a pelvic thrust with a twist. I really wouldn't subject myself to this kind of torture without an internet Twit pushing me along. :-) Any ways, when I woke Chrissie up her foot was swollen and painful. She came hopping up to me laughing (only we would do this), "Mom, I think I really did break my foot." Well, the doctor says it's not broken, but she did sprain the toes of her foot and has to stay off of her foot for a couple of days and take it easy for a week after that. I guess she won't be able to do jumping jacks in circles around me for a while. I will miss her if I walk that trail on Saturday. (I might just walk it before I go to work so she doesn't feel bad, but that would mean waking up 2 1/2 hours before I need to.)