Well, my original plan for the very exciting fitting of my new running shoes (as you probably know by now, this mama of two little ones is getting herself back in shape for a December half marathon) was to take one kid with me and leave one with hubby. Unfortunately, Daddy had to work on the day I planned to go, and that left me with one of two options—take both kids or wait for another day.
Hey, I’m up to a challenge, right?
So off I go to the local running store, which is about twenty minutes across town (or so I thought—but I’ll get to that), my mini-van packed with two kids, an extra-large diaper bag, a water bottle and snack for the two-year-old, and an extra bottle of milk for the baby.
What could go wrong? Well, lesson one is this: It never hurts to call ahead, especially when you’re traveling with mini-me’s. Yes, the store was still in business with the same phone number, but unbeknownst to me, it had switched locations. There’s nothing like pulling up to an empty store front with a toddler screaming “cookie” at you from the backseat.
In a huff, I called the missing running store only to find they’d moved fifteen minutes away (in the wrong direction). So now it was either go home with my tail between my legs or go with plan B, which was to stop in the local sporting goods store up the road and get the other necessary piece of equipment I need for training—a bra that will support a breastfeeding mommy.
I went for plan B. And things went swimmingly at first. My toddler was behaving quite nicely in the seat of the shopping cart, and my baby slept peacefully in his carrier. A nice lady named Angie helped me select a sports bra with an underwire (with the label “maximum support,” how could I go wrong?), and we had only a minor spillage of animal crackers in the fitting rooms.
Lesson two is this: Don’t push your luck. After successfully finding a bra, I was feeling quite the victor. “Why not buy that baby pool I’ve wanted to get?” I asked myself.
I’ll tell you why. Because only an idiot would try to manage a shopping cart with a toddler and baby and carry an exceptionally large, heavy item at the same time. Because it was a windy day in Oklahoma and baby pools act like sails. Because the first baby pool I purchased didn’t fit in my van, which meant I had to return to the store to get the smaller one.
Obviously, I learned some important lessons that apply not only to shoe shopping, but also to my larger endeavor of training for a half marathon.
Don’t be an idiot. Don’t bite off more than you can chew. And for heavens’ sake, think ahead.
To be continued…
This is a guest post by Megan Cox, an Oklahoma City-based novelist, writer and contributing blogger for HalfMarathons.Net. Learn more about Megan at her website.