The clock was ticking. I’ll finally see my doctor this week, who I suspect will give me the thumbs up for physical activity (and for this girl, that means training for my first race in four years!). However, several days after my baby pool adventure at the sporting goods store, I was still without a pair of running shoes.
It was time to get down to business.
By the time I set foot in the OK Runner store in Edmond, Oklahoma, I was a sweaty mess. No, this wasn’t because of some intense, booty-kicking workout. Remember, as a mommy of a newborn, I can’t do that quite yet. Instead, I was sweating from the fifteen steps it took me to get from my mini-van into the store with a baby carrier (plus nine-pound infant), two-year old (who for some reason is always screaming “cookie” every time we enter a store, which may have something to do with the fact that they give free ones at Wal-Mart and Target), and a very tired but longsuffering “Mimi,” who came along, against her better judgment, to babysit while I got fitted for shoes.
I’ll give Tim Johnson, one of the store owners, credit for not hightailing it out of there. I would have run away screaming myself if these were not, in fact, my own children.
Anyway, I’ll also give him credit for getting me fitted quickly, while my two-year old did laps around the store and laughed at Mimi, who was trying to keep her from swallowing a marker. I was in my own world of bliss, dreaming of two hours (plus or minus) of child-free time at a certain half marathon in December. See what kids do to you? They make half marathons look like a vacation.