Excuse #1: Fall has arrived in LA. In Southern California we await Fall like Mid-Westerns and East Coasters anxiously await Spring after a
long, blistery winter. Our Summers are scorchers. I happen to live in the
absolute hottest town in LA. Woodland Hills has the highest temperatures of the
Valley and it is not uncommon for us to have an entire month of three digit temps from
May - September. So when we get that first 60 degree morning, we clothe
ourselves in our finest wools and bundle the kids up with winter jackets and
hats. Our finest Patagonia items came out yesterday.
Fall begs you to run. I can't think of a single runner I know who's favorite season is not Fall. It's cross country season. The changing of the leaves. The crunching on those beautiful orange and crispy yellow ones that have been abandoned by their trees in preparation of the winter to come. Runners immortalize Fall. Yes, the temperatures did reach 90 by mid-afternoon yesterday here in Woodland Hills, but the promise of mid-60 mornings gets me pumped up to hit the trails. Oh, and when the afternoons are still in the low 70's - like right now - I may just have to take the kids for a "nap-run." Just because we can.
Excuse #2: Naps. Cesia is back to needing naps. The girl wakes at the crack of dawn and runs. Runs and hops and jumps and gallops (yes, she recently learned to gallop and it's freaking hilarious!) all day. Then she gets especially chatty and speaks faster than her tongue can keep up and tackles Adara and jumps on Adara and pulls Adara's hair and drives us all crazy until I strap her in the stroller. Five minutes down the street and she is asleep. Peaceful, quiet and cute. Sweet little Cesia.
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| Cesia, going for a morning bike ride! |
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| Adara and I cuddled up staying warm on this chilly September morning. |
The cool breeze called us outside and we responded with "ghost pancakes"
(see the eyes and yogurt mouth?) out in the yard.
Cesia enjoying seconds.
Fall begs you to run. I can't think of a single runner I know who's favorite season is not Fall. It's cross country season. The changing of the leaves. The crunching on those beautiful orange and crispy yellow ones that have been abandoned by their trees in preparation of the winter to come. Runners immortalize Fall. Yes, the temperatures did reach 90 by mid-afternoon yesterday here in Woodland Hills, but the promise of mid-60 mornings gets me pumped up to hit the trails. Oh, and when the afternoons are still in the low 70's - like right now - I may just have to take the kids for a "nap-run." Just because we can.
Excuse #2: Naps. Cesia is back to needing naps. The girl wakes at the crack of dawn and runs. Runs and hops and jumps and gallops (yes, she recently learned to gallop and it's freaking hilarious!) all day. Then she gets especially chatty and speaks faster than her tongue can keep up and tackles Adara and jumps on Adara and pulls Adara's hair and drives us all crazy until I strap her in the stroller. Five minutes down the street and she is asleep. Peaceful, quiet and cute. Sweet little Cesia.
Asleep on Mon after our run home from school.
Asleep on Wed after our run home from school.
And asleep on Fri after our run.
Excuse #3. Isaac is happy in the stroller. Poor baby is still sick from croup after a full week of it now. He's crabby, in pain and more miserable than ever. But he's happy in the stroller. Sometimes I feel guilty strapping the kids and especially Isaac in the stroller for extended periods of time. He's developing so quickly and needs plenty of floor time to practice his new skills like crawling, pulling up to stand with the aide of furniture and all those other cool 8-month old baby tricks. Being sick this past week, though, he has no desire to move or be on the floor. If we are at home he's in my arms or strapped in the Ergo just so that I have free hands to cook, clean, eat, or wipe bottoms like we glorious stay at home moms get to do. He has been content sitting in the stroller. Comfortable, relaxed, rested, he will sit for hours this week in there, nodding off when he gets tired or simply enjoying the scenery and his sister's voices while he's awake.
What are your running excuses? Find them and hit the trails. Crunch some leaves, enjoy Fall and have a great weekend! Isaac and I may just go for a 9-mile trail adventure tomorrow morning. He is slowly regaining energy but I have a feeling that he'll enjoy the extra relaxation a long run always brings.
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