Hand to Butt

We're pre-potty training.  I've heard that once you're full on potty training, it only takes like a week or less to complete the mission.  That's how I know we're not there yet.  We have a lot of false alarms and only a couple times a day of actually going in the potty.  Forget about night time.  Throughout all of this, I've never had anything click in my head along the lines of "oh yeah, other parents told me that every time the diaper came off, their kid put their hands in their butt."  So I was unprepared for that part of this and find myself constantly saying, "we don't put our hands in our butt."  Gah.  Add that to the list of shit no one told me.

Other than that, and Tyga's "Bitch Betta Have My Money" blasted loudly from another gas station patron while I was filling up WITH MY TWO YEAR OLD earlier, the day is kind of the usual for Thursday.  We hit story time and the grocery store earlier.  Did lunch and now it's nap time.  I have a plan for dinner, and at some point either before or after we eat, we're gonna do our final training run all together.  Joe will of course push Maddie. 

That said, we just have one more full day left before the half marathon.  SHIT SHIT SHIT.  I've been trying to keep my water intake up all week, but have to especially watch that starting like now.  No more booze until it's over, and no excessive amounts of coffee.  Trying to eat clean, but sweets keep being brought (by others) into the house.  Tonight I'll have a little more dandelion root tea before bed to help detox.  I'm still unsure of tomorrow's dinner, but I'll figure it out.  I learned the hard way that in fact you cannot eat (even small portions) of crap food the night before a long run.  Shakespeare's Pizza is why my first attempt at 10 miles got shortened to six and ended with a call to Joe requesting an immediate pick up.  I know I can finish the half marathon, but I really want to run the whole thing without stopping, so I'm trying to put myself in the best possible position to do that. 

Joe is running with me, and I can't decide if that's a good or bad thing.  Aside from two other runs (plus tonight's), I've done all my training runs by myself.  I can run my own pace and not worry about others.  I will say that it was nice to run with Joe last week during our "family run," but I also know that he can probably do a half about 30 minutes faster than I can.  If he starts distracting me because he's going too slow for his own good and thus becomes bored, I'll have to send him on his way.  Just as long as he's there for me at the finish.

Then, once the race is over, we can officially start the fun birthday weekend!  I've never been much for birthday numbers, etc, but 30 is surprising me with the meaning I realize I'm attaching to it.  I think it will prove good for my/our future.