Monday, February 28, 2011

12 year old Genius! And Nomination!

My computer is JACKED UP!  I don't know what the deal is but the screen looks like I've been smoking something strong.  It's all psychedelic looking.  So I am going to have to take the Mac in to see the 12 year old.  Don't know what I'm talking about?  I'll explain.  If you have a Mac and go to an apple store you will understand this.  For those that don't this is what happens.  You walk in. You are greeted by a twenty something year old who immediately makes you an appointment with a regular computer geek using his Iphone.  Two minutes later a computer geek in his teens appears from the back and takes a look at your computer issues.  After a few failed attempts to fix the problem he schedules you an appointment at the "genius bar".  After another 2 minute wait you are escorted to the back of the store where you meet the 12 year old who is sitting behind the big apple logo stating "Genius".  He takes a look at your computer and humors you by asking you to type in your password even though you know and he knows and he knows that you know it would be faster for him to just hack his way in with his eyes closed but he doesn't want you to feel like your computer information isn't "safe" so he allows you to finger it in anyway.  After that he somehow gets into a part of your computer that you have never seen before and writes a new program to override the current program that is causing your screen to be all "freaky" as that is how you technically explained to him what your problem is and he most likely hacked into your bank account while you were sitting their watching him and as we speak it is slowly siphoning pennies, nickels and maybe even dimes from your account into some offshore account but he knows and you know and he knows you will never know how to prove this as you are standing right behind him watching this take place so how could this have possibly happened.  At any rate in less than 2 minutes your computer is "fixed" and your asking if his mom is going to pick him up later because you would like to thank her for allowing him to miss school in order to work here to help me with my computer.  He stares blankly at you and you take this as your cue to grab your Mac and exit.

So my apologies for not posting the nomination for The Athlete's Plate winner earlier but without further ado I have chosen Heather over at The Crazy World of a Running Mom !  Congratulations Heather and I hope you enjoy the dishes Jason serves up for you.
Happy Running Everyone,

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Diet? Nutrition? Featured on The Athlete's Plate!

I'm #5 in front.  Coach Belt is off on the right
he was also the school's x-country coach
and always tried to get me to run on the team.
It was during soccer so not going to happen. Plus
I always complained about running in high school.
10 years later my dad saw him in town and told him
I was running a marathon in a few weeks.  My dad
said he almost fell over.  HA!  I would have
liked to see that.  Coach Belt was awesome.
I've always been "a jock" and loved sports and such.   In high school my favorite sport was basketball.  I have great friends and fond memories of ruling the halls of Orem High school, flipping a coin to decide if we would make it to class or if we should "rebel" and hit the local gas station for a giant sized Mountain Dew instead.  Often if the results weren't in our favor it would turn into one of those coin tosses where you say "two out of three", "three out of five" and on and on until you get the desired result.  We'd jump into the old beater car and we were off.  44oz Mountain Dew and maybe a bag of cheetos for lunch, sounds good to me.  After the last school bell rang around 3:30 pm it was off to the designated practice depending on what season it was (Soccer, basketball or softball).  Several hours of running, jumping, shooting, kicking and hitting later it was home for quick shower, an attempt of homework, scarf down whatever mom had saved from dinner for you and off to pass out on the bed.  The next morning, wake up usually at the last possible second so you didn't have any time for  breakfast and repeat the previous days activities.  In my four years of High school I did not eat in the school cafeteria 1 time, zero, zilch, nada.
Mmmmm, Mt. Dew.
Lunch of champions.
 Despite my frequent "coin tosses" and class ditching in high school  I managed to pull decent grades and it was off to college.  My college days were busy like most college students I suppose.  18 credit hours of classes per semester while working part time and trying to date as many players from the football and baseball teams as humanely possible. This did not leave a lot of time for "cooking".  Most days would involve me grabbing a bagel and my book bag and I was out the door not likely to return until late that evening where I again reverted back to the high school habit of "quick shower, shove some random food in, attempt some homework and pass out on the bed".  I remember one day in particular that I was standing in the hall waiting to go into class and became somewhat light headed, I leaned against the wall and next thing I remember is waking up with a bunch of people looking over me.  Apparently I passed out and slid down the wall.  My professor happened to be among the witnesses and took it upon himself to bring me a cup of soup every day for class (not in a creepy way but in a really kind grandfatherly way--seriously so nice).  He also "lectured" me on the importance of eating.  Food=No passing out and living.  No food=passing out and Death.  Okay that was a little dramatic, it didn't really go down like that.
I want to add a note of caution here.  I did not have a eating disorder by any stretch I was just a lazy, busy student so I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I eat....BELIEVE THAT....plenty but not very nutritiously.
Fast forward to marriage, kids and now I'm in this role of "mother" and "stay at home mom", "homemaker" and it falls upon me to keep these people fed.  Ughhh.  I love reading some of your blogs like Cotter's Crunch, The Hungry Runner and of course Athlete's Plate who all offer these amazing nutritious recipes that sound so delicious but at the same time as I am reading these my eyes start to glaze over and I go into a catatonic state thinking "that just sounds exhausting" and they do these productions every day?  Wow.  I'm impressed.  Really I am.  Cooking is not my happy place and unfortunately it isn't Travis's happy place either.  If he comes home from work and their isn't anything on the table he looks at me and says "So are we eating out?" To which I reply "YouBETCHA!" and we're off.  Luckily he is a mellow husband and contrary to what people think about stay at home moms he doesn't expect me to be barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen at all times.  On the contrary I'm usually wearing shoes and I'm at the mall.  I like to eat yummy food just not make it all the time.
So Anyway, to make a long story longer.  I was reading Sean's blog over at In Clean Air--A running philosophy and he had just been featured on The Athlete's Plate.  If you don't read Sean's blog you really should.  He is like that "voice of reason" that God forgot to give me.  Just cool, calm and collected.  His posts area always positive, uplifting and motivating and I was nominated by him for
How perfect is this?  Talk about someone who needs serious help in the menu department.  One of my MAJOR goals this year is to try to eat healthier in order to have more energy and lose about 10 pounds.  I'm within the "normal" weight range for my height but we all know how those weight ranges work.  There is a range of about 20 lbs and right now I'm closer to the high part and would rather be closer to the low part.  Plus I think if I can lose the weight it could help me get faster and eating better will help me have more energy.  To see what the Amazing Jason came up with for Yours Truly Click HERE for all the recipes.
Thank you so much for Jason for creating these wonderful dishes for me. 
 I really appreciate it.
Thank you to Sean for nominating me.

Is your eating as jacked up as mine?
Are you looking for some healthier food choices?
Do you need to change your eating habits in order to reach your goals?
Does the inside of your refrigerator look as boring as this?
It's not that it is all that bad it's just not that exciting.  You have your veggie drawer, fruit drawer, yogurt shelf, milk, ravioli, assorted processed cheeses with the staples of Diet Coke and Diet Mt. Dew and every condiment you can think of in the side door.
Then do I have a deal for you!  Leave me a comment letting me know if you would like to appear on  the Athlete's Plate and I will choose a winner on Sunday night.  If you have already been featured on The Athlete's Plate let me know as well as I would love to see what dishes Jason came up with for you. 

(Sneak Peak)
Reece's Raspberry Pancakes

Hopefully these dishes will help kick start me to being a healthier eater, better homemaker and faster runner!
Happy Running,

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Heart and Sole 5K Race Report

Goodyear Ballpark Arizona Heart and Sole 5K
This morning the alarm went off at 6 am and I thought to myself....."why am I doing this?"  After being up twice in the night with two different kids I was less than enthused about running a race.
BUT I dragged my sorry rear end out of bed, got ready and we were out the door.  The oldest child left to watch the younger ones while Travis and I headed to the 5K.
I had some goals in mind of what I wanted to do but I honestly wasn't really sure how it would all play out.
Not sure because :
A.  I'm fairly new to racing and don't really know what I'm doing.
B.  This is only my 2nd 5k, 1st "officially" timed 5k.
C.  Did I mention I don't know what I'm doing?

Since my 1/2 marathon at the end of January (exactly 3 weeks ago) I've been doing a lot of 5k goal paced runs (9:40 min/mile) and speed work with a few longer (8 mile) runs.  My 1st ever and previous 5k was the FYTO race and my finish time there was a 31:10 which gave me a 10:03 pace.  I was okay with that but that race I was working on more of my mental issues (like how I never run races cause they cause me huge anxiety) so I didn't feel I pushed too hard physically but it was a HUGE step for me mentally (thank you Adam) .  This 5k I wanted to see PHYSICALLY what I could do.  Here is what I planned on doing.

My Pre Race Plan:
I decided I would let myself go out faster than normal and let the momentum carry me for the first bit then settle into a 9:40 pace and try to hold that for the remainder and then try to have a "kick" at the end and see what happens.  My simple strategy I had for when I felt tired would be to "lengthen my stride". If I was able to do this and hold a 9:40 pace I would have a finish time of 29:59 and that was my time goal.  To make it in under 30 minutes.  I thought this would be a good plan.  Not too ambitious but shaving 23 seconds off of every mile would be challenging for me.

In training I have been able to hold a 9:40 pace for a mile but then I would slow for about 10-15 seconds and then back up for another mile for 9:40 and then another 10-15 second rest at a slower pace.  On race day I was hoping to do the same except take out the rests.

What Actually Happened:
I went out fast (just like planned) and I just enjoyed the enthusiasm of the race.  Coming up at the 1 mile mark I looked at my watch and I had just run a 9:15 mile --score!  Plus at this point in the race the leaders are coming back and Travis is in the lead--seriously such a turn on!  I slowed on purpose at this point thinking I would not be able to hold that quick of a pace.  Next mile I stayed fairly steady at a 9:30-9:40 pace.  I was not being passed at all and at one point I looked at my watch and it was registering a 10:00 minute pace--CRAP!  I immediately sped up.  I think I have a habit of falling into the pace of the runners around me, I think that was the case of this slower stretch.  I was more studious about checking my watch after that and was feeling pretty good up until around 2.25 miles in.  It seemed that everybody around me was walking.  I was thinking WTH?  This is a 5K?  The event was a run/walk and I think more of the walkers got the memo.  I wanted the energy of other "runners" around me but it just wasn't there.  Oh well, I'm running my own race anyway so I just went.  By now I've got 1/2 a mile left and I'm starting to hurt but I wasn't done yet.  Time for my last strategy of "lengthening my stride".  There are only two ways to go faster.  You can lengthen your stride or have a faster leg turnover.  Ideally you would do both.  At this point I couldn't go any faster but I'm 5'8" and I can stride so stride I did.  Travis was waiting at the final turn of the race (since he had already finished) and was cheering me on and when I hit what I guessed was the last .15 of the race I started to kick.  The finish line was set up where you had to make a sharp 90 degree turn about 15 feet before the timing mat so you couldn't kick full speed into the finish.  THAT is pretty annoying.  But I made it. Hit my watch and bent over trying to catch my breath.  Walked around for a few minutes, then looked at my watch to check my results.  28:58!!  That would be a 9:20 minute per mile pace!!  Wahoo!!  I was honestly SHOCKED.  I couldn't believe I had not only made my goal but beat it by a margin of 20 seconds per mile.  It was surreal.
Travis ended up taking 3rd overall.  2nd in his age group with a time of 18:25 for a 5:56 minute per mile pace.  He is such a stud muffin.  I can't say enough about him.
So the good and bad news about Travis placing is we end up sticking around for the awards ceremony.  While we were waiting we were goofing off so that was at least fun.

We went into the "family" bathroom and pretended to be Adam from The Boring Runner.

Here are some of my best impersonations:
Then there was knocking on the door and our fun was over and we got some "strange" looks as we exited the bathroom together.  What?  Doesn't every running couple go to the family bathroom together? It's a sign of true love.
Finally it was time for the Awards Ceremony and we waited patiently as they announced the "Overall Winner" (The two top finishers were on Travis's tail the whole way and overtook him with around 3/4  of a mile left to go)
Blah blah blah, on and on.  Then they went through each age group starting at 0-7 years old.  
"I'm thinking, oh good grief this is taking forever"  Usually I don't mind but remember I have a soccer game to get to.  
Blah blah blah, on and on. 

Then they get to Women's age 30-34. 
1st place...blah blah
2nd place....blah blah
3rd place....Adrienne Jensen
Wha wha what?  Well oh me oh my I just won a medal?!
Yes it's true....I can prove it right here:


PLACE   NO. NAME                    SEX AGE    TIME   PACE   
=====  ==== =====================   === ===  ======= =====  
    1    29 ROBIN DAYNES             F   34    26:41  8:36         
    2   146 KRISTIN STEELE           F   32    28:28  9:10        
    3    72 ADRIENNE JENSEN          F   34    28:58  9:20  

Even though I wasn't planning on winning I was able to come up with a speech on the spot.  I was all ready to give it but Travis waved me back over....apparently they don't do that at these sort of award ceremonies.  It was really good though. 
It went something like this "I'd like to thank my family and friends, all my fans, and especially all the fast runner women between the ages of 30 and 34 who decided not to come to this race, without you it was all possible....(there is more but you get the idea)".
Then it was Travis's turn for a medal in the 35-40 Age group I might note!  (Yes I am younger than him)


 PLACE   NO. NAME                    SEX AGE    TIME   PACE   
 =====  ==== =====================   === ===  ======= =====
  1   200 J.T. ASTON               M   38    17:49     5:44  
2    73 TRAVIS JENSEN            M   35    18:25     5:56

So here we are together.  I know we look like a total power couple but don't worry we are just normal, everyday people and I promise I won't let this go to my head.  :) 

And to think I wanted to just sleep in and forget the whole thing!
I think I could get use to this Racing Thing.
Hope all your races were as fun as mine this weekend.
Happy Running!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

5K and a Happy Weekend to you!

Travis and I are running a 5K on Saturday and it will be somewhat of an experiment to see what I can do! 
(He'll do fine I'm sure...5k's are his specialty)  
I have extra incentive to run fast  since I've got a kids soccer game right after and we are hosting the soccer team (and families) for the "end of season party" at our home after the game. They might frown upon me not being there.   Fun times.  Have a great weekend everyone and good luck to all those racing!
I'm too lazy to write more of a real post right now but my girlfriend sent this to me and I thought it was pretty hilarious. Hopefully you'll get a laugh from it. 
A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine. Dear Diary, 
For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress. 
MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god -- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile.  Woo Hoo!! Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!! 
TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.  Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it!  My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile.  His rewarding smile
made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!  It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it.  I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.  Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members.  His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster.  Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?  Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.  He said some other shit too. 
THURSDAY: Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl.  I couldn't help being a half an hour late -- it took me that long to tie my shoes. He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom.  He sent some skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.  FRIDAY: I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor.  If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain,
I would beat him with it. Christo wanted me to work on my triceps.  I don't have any triceps!  And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.  Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director? 
SATURDAY: Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today.  Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel. 
SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over.  I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy.  I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!! 
Happy Running!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Will you be my Valentine?

Many moons ago back when I could run my fingers through your flowing blonde locks I knew I was the luckiest girl in the world.  We promised that we would love each other for better or worse, through the good times and bad til death do us part for time and all eternity.  If I could go back and do it all again I wouldn't change a thing.  
Happy Valentines Day Travis!  I love you!
You are such a good example for all the important men in my life.  Don't ever change.
It's not always easy to find the time to fit everything in that life requires us to do but you seem to know how to keep the important things at the top of the list and let the rest fall where it may.  

Being not only able and willing but worthy to serve those around you, but especially our own children and show them the way they need to go to be successful and happy in this life.
You always have a smile on your face and are ready for fun.
Along with being the best husband you are most definitely the "World's Greatest Dad".......
You would have to be the greatest dad to be willing to take a 6 hour flight with 4 little ones all the way to Hawaii just to show them the ocean and play in the sand.
You also need that qualification to catch a fish for your kids with your bare hands.....
You care enough that you find time to take care of yourself so you can be healthy to take care of us.  Thank you.
Plus since you do take care of yourself it makes hiking and other things easier for the whole family.
You Da' Man!  That is Fo' Sho'!
But even while your out running you remember us.  Like the time you came upon this little guy and ran home with him in your hands for 2 miles just to show us.  You are definitely the
 "World's Greatest Dad"

Thanks for always being there for all of us and supporting us in all we do.
It's always an adventure
Never boring around here....
 and even if at times I think you are a little crazy (or a lot crazy)!!!!
I hope you will always be My Valentine!
I love you Travis!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Liar Liar Pants on Fire!

Okay, so yesterday my post was a bit of a vent.  Sorry about that I guess I was tired!  Duh!
 What I didn't say in the post yesterday I'll finish off today.  You are excited I can tell.
 I finally rolled out of bed and quickly got the older kids fed and out the door to school and then the doorbell rang and there was another little smiling face for me to watch.  My friend had a doctor's appointment so I had offered to watch her 18 month old while she went.  During this time my angel of a child Sadie decided to kick this little friend off our stairs and he landed smack on his head onto our travertine tile and ended up with a huge goose egg on his forehead.  I'm such a good mom and babysitter.  I'm sure my friend really appreciated me abusing watching her child for her.  I should probably start my own Daycare NOT!
(Insert sigh here)
 Anyway, he survived and his mom returned at around 10:45.
Why is this important you ask?  Well I'll tell you.  Because my gym's daycare closes at 12 noon so if you want to get your run in at the above mentioned gym and you have little ones you need to put in the daycare you gotta get there early.
This is where the liar liar pants on fire technique comes in.
I use this one on myself all the time and I always fall for it.  I'm such a sucker!
This is the conversation I had with myself in my head.

Me: "I really don't want to go run at the gym today I'm so tired I should just put Elmo on the TV for Sadie and go back to bed, by the time I get their I'll barely have 50 minutes of actual 'workout time'"
Me: "Just go to the gym and put Sadie and Reece in the daycare and just sit in the sauna"
Me: "Okay I guess that would feel good"
Get kids in car.
In car driving to gym.
Me: "Okay your already on your way you might as well just do something easy like the bike so it's not a total waste of time"
Me: "Okay maybe for 20 minutes but that's it"
At gym, check kids into child care.  Go get on the treadmill.
Me: "I thought you were going to do the bike?"
Me: "I know I totally am I'll just walk for a little bit then go get on the bike."
Start running at my warm up run pace.
Me: "I thought you were going to walk?"
Me: "I know I'm just going to run slow instead I guess"
After a mile at warm up pace I up the treadmill to my 5k Goal pace speed.
Me: "So you are going to run Goal pace today?"
Me: "I'll just see how long I can hold it, just be quiet and leave me alone."
Me: "Whatever lady"
Finished planned 4 mile workout as well as some ab and back excercises, picked up kids and headed home.

So am I completely crazy?  Don't answer that. I actually lie to myself and then I believe it?  Does anybody else ever do this kind of self talk to get them to do things?  Or am I the only one that talks to myself?  Hello?  Anyone, anyone?

Sorry to report that today's run was less dramatic and exciting as it was just a 8 miler at a slower pace so not much of a technique for this one aside from turning on the treadmill and moving my legs back and forth for approximately 1:25 minutes (half marathon pace).
Hope your all having your own exciting running adventures and TGIF!
Happy Running,

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Sweet Revenge on "the" runner!

Sometimes things in my life are so ridiculous I can't even be upset about it because it's just how things are around here.
Take last night (and this morning) for example.
I had just finished tucking the last of the kids into bed and the house was finally quiet.  I climbed into bed myself at around 9:50 because I was so so tired. (Mainly I was extra tired because Travis had been away on business for several days).
 Anyway Travis comes to bed around 10:30 and starts talking to me (waking me up) about the last few days blah blah blah, then finally decides he is ready to go to sleep.
 He lays down and is out in less than 2 minutes.  Takes me another 30 minutes to fall BACK to sleep.
 A little bit later I awake to Travis SNORING!  Ughh.  He does this sometimes.  So I tell him to roll over and I try to get back to sleep (takes another 30 ish minutes).  This continues 3 more times over the next several  hours!  Him sleeping away SNORING and me NOT SLEEPING.  Finally I give up and I grab my pillow and head downstairs to sneak into bed with my 10 year old.
Finally I get to sleep.
Few hours later I wake to a "thump thump thump thump" continuously repeating and think "What the heck is that?" after a minute I realize it is TRAVIS running on our treadmill that is upstairs in our room that is directly over the 10 year olds room.  SERIOUSLY!?!  So I get up, go upstairs, tell him it sounds like a stampede downstairs and we are trying to FREAKING sleep already.  I go back downstairs to bed and try to go back to sleep.

20 minutes later I hear Ozzy Osborne's laugh coming out of my purse that is in the kitchen and I'm once again awake.  Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne happens to be my ringtone on my cell phone.  (Fitting I know)  So I'm thinking "Who the heck is calling me this early?"  I go to check and it's my 8 year old Dayton.
Me: "Hello?"
Dayton: "Mom where are you?"
Me:  "What do you mean, I'm downstairs, where are you?"
Me:  Hearing commotion and loud beeping and crying kids upstairs I run upstairs.
Reece, 5 year old, and Sadie 2 year old are in my bedroom crying.  Loud ANNOYING beeping coming from Dad's office (also upstairs).
So I go in Travis's office and his friggin phone alarm is going off.  I turn it off.  Travis is nowhere to be found. I realize he must have gone running outside since I made him get off the treadmill but he forgot to turn off his alarm.
I get everyone back to bed and climb in my own bed with the 2 year old and am drifting off again when I hear BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP coming from the office again.  Freak I must have hit snooze or something.  Get up and turn it off again.  5 minutes later guess what happens.  Turn it off again.  5 minutes later guess what happens.  Repeat for 30 more minutes. Apparently I'm an idiot and can't figure out how to turn off the bloody phone alarm.  At this point I'm contemplating a hammer but I hear the garage door opening.  Finally Travis is home.  Give phone to 8 year old, who never went back to sleep, and tell him to take it to dad and have him turn it off.  Go back to bed with 2 year old, again.
NOT TEN MINUTES LATER  guess who is in the kitchen making a protein shake WITH ICE and blender! LOUD, LOUD ICE and LOUD LOUD BLENDER!!!
Then of course topped off with you know who proceeding through my bedroom and into bathroom to finish off the event with a non quiet shower, and get ready for work, then kisses me on the forehead and is out the door for the day and I'm left laying in bed plotting my revenge.

So I ask you dear running friends has this ever happened to you?  No?  Could you possibly be the yapping, snoring, stampeding, phone ringing, alarm beeping, blending showering running fool I'm speaking of?   I feel I need to warn you that a spouse, child or roommate may secretly be plotting revenge on you without you even knowing it.  Watch your back out there.
Happy Running,