Our Easter bunny sucks.
If she’s going to fulfill on her Easter-bunny-duties of creating a nice holiday for the kids, she should at least plan ahead a little better than she did this year. What’s wrong with her, anyhow?
Well, in her defense, being the Easter Bunny is not her only gig. She has a few… um… side jobs in addition to hopping around filling up baskets and hiding plastic eggs. They’re called full-time career, triathlon training, mom of three – you know, little things like that.
Here’s how her (my) weekend went down, why she sucks, and how she eventually got in her long run on Easter Sunday, even though she almost puked while doing it.
The day was the usual weekend routine: busy. Chores, kid-wrangling, taking the 4.5 year old for a haircut during which he squirmed and wiggled so much he got nicked in the ear by the clippers.
I squeezed in a run in the late afternoon – it was neat because I ran into my daughter playing in the neighborhood with her friend. They asked what mile I was on and I said “3″! They thought that was pretty cool so she took a picture of me with 3 fingers indicating 3 miles. That was a fun boost because in actuality my legs felt pretty sluggish on that 3-mile run.
So then the Easter Bunny (me) showered and went to work a Saturday evening concert, along with a post-concert CD signing. I left work before midnight, but in the back of my mind all day had been Easter bunny business. This bunny was organizing a big egg hunt for all the kids at our huge family gathering the next day. And what did I have to stuff the plastic eggs for kids ages 0-8?
So the Easter Bunny sucks.
She had some stuff for Easter baskets, but could use a few more things, and not much for the plastic eggs. And it was after midnight leaving the office.
Thank goodness for 24-hour stores. But how much is in the Easter aisle at almost 1am the night before Easter itself?
Did I mention I needed allergy-free stuffers? My 2-year-old is allergic to peanuts, tree nuts, sunflower, sesame, and lentil. Phew, just saying that is exhausting, imagine reading the labels on everything in every store every time you go shopping. I actually went into the store looking for a pack of stickers or other non-candy items, but the pickings were slim.
The Easter aisle at almost 1am was pretty jam-packed with other last-minute Easter Bunnies like me, though, so at least I didn’t feel so lame. Or maybe we should all feel lame and that our Bunnies suck because we’re standing there half-asleep looking at what’s left on the shelves.
I adore the Snack Safely allergy-safe lists, so I pulled up the Easter edition on my phone from the middle of the CVS holiday aisle and looked for some items on the shelves.
SCORE! Junior Mints are peanut/tree nut safe and were on the shelves! Who cares how much they cost in their non-bulk packaging – the Bunny is less sucky than she was before! So with Junior mints, stickers, tattoos, and more Easter basket items in hand, I checked out at after 1am and headed home.
But it doesn’t stop there – the Bunny had to create three magical Easter baskets for the three kids and stuff all those plastic eggs.
Done at 2am. And the baskets were pretty non-sucky, if this Bunny does say so herself – they inspired my 4.5-year-old to declare it “the best day of his life” when he got a peek at a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle puzzle in his basket the next morning.
That Bunny really knows her kids. That’s not lame.
So since the Easter Bunny hopped to bed at 2:30am, there was no way a long run was happening at 6am before Easter church services. She/I slept until the kids woke up at 7ish, then made them breakfast and fell back to sleep by accident. Oops. Um… church. We made it to church but we didn’t all get seats, there was squabbling in the car, my son’s shirt was wrinkled, and he was wearing two different socks. But we were there.
We came back from church, I whipped up some side dishes to bring to my mom’s house, and we piled everyone in the car for a great day with family. The egg hunt was a success!
I refrained from drinking at the holiday dinner, but admittedly I ate a bit too much. And here was the thing: I still needed to get in that long run.
I had packed running clothes in the trunk of the car and had a plan for this – when all the guests were gone and I sat for a while to try and digest the big dinner, I hung up my metaphorical Bunny ears and turned from Easter Bunny to Half-Marathoner-in-Training.
I sent the kids off in cars with my husband and au pair and ran home from Easter Dinner.
I swear I looked 5 months pregnant (it was a food baby), I felt bloated, and I almost puked once, but after 3 miles I started to feel better.
It was 6.42 miles to my house, but I had 8 miles on the plan. I had done a poll on my Facebook page, and asked people to vote on how many miles I should run this weekend. It was a fun way to figure out the best plan of attack since I’m between half marathons and training-plan-less. 8 was the pervasive opinion and therefore I was determined to get in 8!
So after 6.42 miles to my doorstep, I used the restroom, checked in with my husband (who told me all kids were tucked nicely in their beds!), and went back out for another 1.58 miles.
If I did my math right: that’s 8. Done. It wasn’t fast and it didn’t feel that comfy, but my legs felt good.
- Mile 1: 9:57
- Mile 2: 9:53
- Mile 3: 9:59
- Mile 4: 9:45
- Mile 5: 10:08
- Mile 6: 10:00
- Mile 7: 10:01
- Mile 8: 10:44
I was more in line with my former pace and not my 8:45-9:25 minute miles, but I’ll take it. It felt entirely uphill and the Garmin data shows that at mile 4 I embarked on a long, neverendeding uphill. Next holiday I should run to my parents’ house for a downhill course – and I wouldn’t be so full!
It was fun to get myself home on my own two feet, a route I drive often – starting in the daylight and ending in the pitch dark.
Next weekend I have a local 10K race and the weekend after is the Frederick Half Marathon. But at least I’m done playing Easter Bunny for a while.
Did you have a long run, big workout, or race this weekend? What’s on your agenda for next weekend?