Marathon training has given me the superpower of being able to sleep through a crying baby.
A few weeks ago I experienced a major change in my living situation: my roommates had their first child. (My life is “Up All Night” meets “2 Broke Girls” in which I am the Kat Dennings…ish.) I don’t think I’ve ever done anything that was so negatively received among people I knew. A coworker even told me I was never going to get any work done after she was born! Again, I’m not the one who was having a baby!
Granted, I had some, no wait, A LOT of trepidation about living with a newborn. I hope you parents and soon-to-bes in the crowd won’t be mad that I said that; it would be a big change for anybody, although obviously not as much as it has been for her parents. I try to help them when I can with store runs and taking out the trash and such. I think the arrangement has been working out great for all of us. (Have you ever held a 1 week old baby? I mean, excuse my non-child-safe language, but holy shit.)
In the morning I see my roommates and they ask me “Did we wake you up when X or Y happened?” This is their way of coping with the upheaval. And the answer is always nope, I am DEAD TO THE WORLD because I am either running all the miles or getting stuff done so I can run all the miles.
I don’t know if this information is useful to anyone, but that’s my report. Just in case, though, I’ll stay in a hotel the night before the marathon if she should decide she wants to party that night.
