Monthly Archives: April 2012

Motivational Monday

WOO-HOO!!! I got two pictures of the race I did Saturday!! They’re not too bad which is MY motivation! I’ve never gotten decent race pics before. I remember the guy taking them – he scared me a little when I was barreling down the last of the hill. This was about 4.5 miles into my leg. I had gone up over 1800 feet in 1.8 miles and then come down just as fast (well faster since it was downhill!!). It was grueling to say the least and I loved it. I so appreciate photographers that take the time to try and get a shot of everyone.

HERE I COME!!!

I think I was afraid of running OVER the photographer...

HAPPY MONDAY!!!

Lazy Sunday

There were years when, off and on, I had two babies nursing at the same time, 3 in diapers. I literally had to Sharpie initials on the end of the diapers so when I pulled them out of the diaper bag I knew which ones went with which child. I had a double stroller filled to capacity to run or bike. I felt like I was pregnant every time I turned around. My closet was set up in this order: Maternity clothes, fat clothes, I’m OK with my body clothes and goal clothes that I wore when I lost all my baby bearing weight and felt fantastic. Usually when I pulled those on without having to tuck my butt into my pants, I’d find out I was pregnant again.

Me in my rocking chair nursing Kezia and reading a book. You can tell I'm deep in thought

I do not say this with any disdain. On the contrary it was a wonderful, fulfilling time of my life. I did foster care for 9 years and adopted several children in the midst of being pregnant. It was crazy, yes and my children are very close in age but I loved it.  I had always wanted to be a young, exuberant mother with my children close together and I think I have been.

Casey is missing in this picture. She would have been second in line. 2003: Andrea, Brianna, Olivia, Alana, Nicolas, Taylor, Gabrielle, Kezia, Samuel

There were years and years of my life that were never lazy.  I doubt I slept more than 3 consecutive hours on any day.  So my post alone titled “Lazy Sunday” is quite a feat.  My children are all unique.  Some night owls, some morning people like me but all of them have learned to respect each others sleep time and space.

Which brings me to the shock I still feel when I write “Lazy Sunday”.  This morning I slept until 9:30.  My shock stems from 1.) I have a hard time sleeping past 7 ever and 2.) of course some of my kids were already awake and moving.  Although Samuel is my youngest at 9 1/2 years old, I’m still in blissful surprise that I rarely get woken up at night anymore, I can go to bed before all of them are asleep and they put themselves to bed just fine and I can sleep late and not worry about the house burning down.  It is truly a gift that after so many, many years of taking care of them 24/7 they are now strong, independent, amazing kids.

Hiking today. Chris and 7 of the kids

So for those of you surrounded by diapers, feeding schedules, naps, teething and strollers wondering when you will get a second to pee alone without someone banging down the door, I am here to tell you your time will come.  You will miss some of that craziness so hang on to the memories, the smells, the warm, wonderful moments that are all too fleeting.  Know, however, that you will come to enjoy your Lazy Sundays as well because you have put in your time.

Today I smile for their independence and mine

Weekend Warrior RACE!!!

Escape From Prison Hill is a half marathon in Carson City (an hour away from me). It’s all trail, mostly single track, over half in the sand with an 1800 ft climb in elevation not once but twice and is absolutely brutal to run. It’s awesome!! I’ve run the half once before two years ago and was really looking forward to it again this year with a twist. Chris and I signed up to do it as a relay. He had the first half – which was actually a little longer – and I had the second half – which was a little more difficult. OF COURSE I dragged, begged, manipulated and pleaded politely asked Brianna – my 20 year old daughter to come and crew us.  She’s been to nearly all of my half marathons and is the quintessential one woman crew.

A good friend Scott and client who was also running the second half. Made it even more fun to hang out at the aid station!

Chris took off and we drove to the half way point to wait for Chris.  We had an fantastic time hanging with the aid station team.  We were cheerleaders, water helpers and even tried out some of the goodies for quality control.  Bri ran out and met Chris to run him in the last quarter mile, then sent me on my way.

Brianna running Chris in to his finish line

I had most of the sand in my half and an absurd amount of hill.  At one point going up hill (while grabbing on to sagebrush so I wouldn’t slide back down the hill) I glanced at my Garmin and I was going 28 minute miles.  Not gonna PR this time.  In 1.8 miles I went up 1800 feet in altitude, then came down equally as fast.  The view at the top however – priceless. I was not sad to see the tents in the distance, couldn’t wait to see Brianna and hand her my hydration pack and the cheering of the crowd at the end was – as always – music to my ears.

Brianna was yelling to me "finish strong mom! you can do this! is this the fastest you can push the end??!!" She's the bomb! Why do my legs look scrawny and I seem pissed?? Huh.

Blurry pic of me finishing

I completed my 6 miles in 64 minutes.  S-L-O-W.  At these events, though, it’s about finishing and hanging out together afterwards that’s important.

Ryan, Me and Chris - eating the digs

I don't know what I'm looking at or why I have such a blonde look on my face, but the food was great and the support was amazing. Chris is just slamming his 7-up

We molested a nice woman to take a picture of us. Chris, Bri and Me done, fed and happy

Unexpected Delights

My 16 year old daughter Olivia gave me a decorated mason jar with slips of paper in it and a notebook for my birthday in December.  This is what she wrote in the notebook:

“Mom, you’ve probably had tons of journals and still do, but this is part of your jar of happiness only your journal of happiness.  Here you write down things that make you happy.  Sights, smells, tastes, feels, sounds.  Thins that make you laugh, words, thoughts, phrases, songs, anything really.  Even the smallest of things.  The feel of freshly shaved legs on your jeans.  A hairbrush through soft hair.

I love you Mom.  I really do.  I know I’m a pain sometimes and get on your nerves, but you love me too.  You’re like a rose in a dying garden.  Your beauty stands out.  Please don’t ever forget that.  EVER.  I love you tons.  Love, Olivia”

Olivia and Me

I’ve looked at it, I’ve opened it, I’ve pulled out a couple strips of paper from my jar.  But I didn’t really USE it.  Until Monday.  Monday I had a rough day.  Work, decisions weighing heavily and for a woman who keeps it together and doesn’t often cry, I had a good sob.  Nothing life or death, nothing horrible.  Just tough.  So I pulled out my journal and jar.

I took out every slip of paper.  There are two themes.  One is things the kids said, one is things I say or they think about me.  Here they are:

“I like when Mom puts my hair in french braids or high pony tails.  And when we cook together.”-Kezia  “I like when Mom gives me advice while playing with my hair or tickling my back.  Those are the best moments that we share.”-Olivia  “I like when we make jewelry together.”-Alana  “I like it when Mom takes me on special dates.”-Ashlea  “I like it when I get to go on bike rides with Mom.”-Nicolas  “I like that she buys me gum and A-1.”-Taylor  “I like when Mom takes me shopping.”-Brianna  “I like when Mom snuggles with me.”-Gabrielle  “I like when Mom spikes my hair.”-Samuel

IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS WE DO EVERY DAY THAT MAKE A DIFFERENCE

Things I say or they think about me:  Beautiful, sexy, smart.  What more do you need??  Over the hill…  Go Clean your room!  Sexy and I know it.  Amazingly beautiful.  SHOES! SHOES! SHOES!  Groovy man!  Smile.  The world has need of beauty.  DON’T PANIC!!  Another day to live.  Never let anyone tell you you can’t.  Destined to do great things.  It’s the maid’s day off.  The world is pretty amazing.  I’m still kicking.  Sexy Mother Runner.  I am a fighter.  Living life to the fullest.  Smile, the world will pause.

WHAT ATTITUDES DO WE EMULATE??

Olivia and me having fun

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not bragging.  I make my quota of mistakes.  Olivia interviewed all her siblings to create this jar and journal for me.  Had she interviewed them on NEGATIVE things I say or they remember, I’m sure she’d have a list equally as long.  But she didn’t.  She wanted to be positive.  I try to have fun every single day.  I want them to know they are my most proud accomplishment, they make me want to be better than I am, I am privileged and honored to be their Mom.  Thankfully, despite my errors, some of that’s getting through.

I glued my strips to the pages of my journal.  I’m asking the kids when they think of something new to add it to the jar for me to find.  I’m writing things to add to the list.  I’m looking at it often to remember who and what is most important.  At some point, like with the 5 that went before, these remaining 8 children will take flight and find their way in this world.  I want to know I’ve done my best.

FIND YOUR STRONG.  THEN PASS IT ON.

Olivia and me ready for a run

Tuesday Twelve

Today was nice and slow… 12 miles 9:30 minute miles.

I’ve read a couple blogs lately about how miserable people are running. Not reaching goals, not getting scheduled runs in, etc… I’m not sure if it’s that sometimes we lose sight of why we run, get sidelined by life’s struggles, get discouraged…. I run because it brings me joy. It’s a reprieve from all the chaos that life throws my way. It makes me smile. It feels good to work my body.  It allows me to breathe, be creative, hash out all the random thoughts bouncing around in my head.

Here’s to not getting so caught up in the statistics and running for the pure joy of it!!

More Motivation

I love this poem.  I stole borrowed it from another friends blog:

The Victor by C. W. Longenecker

If you think you are beaten, you are.

If you think you dare not, you don’t.

If you like to win but think you can’t,

It’s almost a cinch you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost.

For out in the world we find

Success begins with a fellow’s will.

It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are out classed, you are.

You’ve got to think high to rise.

You’ve got to be sure of your-self before

You can ever win the prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go

To the stronger or faster man.

But sooner or later, the man who wins

Is the man who thinks he can.

 

Motivational Monday

I lost another toenail this morning. It was hanging in there, limping along for quite some time. It’s been a couple years since I’ve lost one. You’d think it would hurt, but nope. Naturally, as you would expect, I was singing “Bringing Sexy Back” while I was clipping the remains off. You’d assume I’d rethink my sandal choices but I won’t. I figure if I pretend it’s normal everyone else will believe so as well….. I will spare you a picture. Gross. I’m debating just painting all the toenails (and the non toenail) black. I’ll keep you posted on this current affair.

Still no word on solving the world problem of having gloves with ONLY fingers on them.  It’s a travesty.  I have until the Autumn to work on it.  I’ll be diligent.

Thank goodness!!! I'm doing it RIGHT!!

Lazy Sunday

Today I was up and at ’em at 6:30 to get to the Reno Running Companies weekly Sunday morning run.  My daughter, Bri works there and she’s not only increasing her mileage but her speed as well.  I did 5.5 miles there with her.  Saw running buddies I knew, made new ones.  A good time was had.

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This is us post run.  Smashing!!  Having fa un, spunky, adult daughter can be very fun.

Got home and an hour later went to the bike path by the river to do a 10K with the hubby.  Phone died, no pictures….  It was 80* so it was slow going.  I thought a lot about Boston Monday and how they had similar heat but 20 miles more.  I have a glimpse of that pain…  At the end of the run there was an icecream truck parked and at first I thought that would taste great.  Then I realized the music he was playing was Christmas music.  Seriously…  Change the tunes,dude.

After our run I realized I was starving, it was after 1pm and I hadn’t eaten much.  Chris and I stopped at a gas station where we got COLD water and I grabbed a chocolate milk.  I was craving a doughnut which if you know me well is odd.  But we stopped and got one and I shoveled that entire sugar coated cake doughnut in a nano second.  Then ate some eggs and bacon. 

When I got home I had an email from someone on Pinterest about how inspiring I am.  They didn’t see me wolf down that sugar coated delight….. 

Now for a nap and being lazy Sunday…..

Reno 5000 5K

It’s official. Race season has begun!!  Today I ran #1 in a series of 4 5K’s.  I WON FIRST PLACE!!!  I’ve never won before!!  First in my age division at 25 minutes.  I wanted to finish in 21-24 minutes but it was a hilly trail so it was all good.  Can’t complain when I won first place!!

I recently read a blog about race distances.  My favorite distance is the half marathon so I tend to snub my nose at 5 and 10K’s.  Partially because of cost, partially because I run those distances regularly and they don’t seem as challenging.  I haven’t forgotten that a 5K was my first goal.  But I seemed to have lost touch with how much fun it is to just pound out a shorter run.  My favorite part of being at a 5K are all the people who have built up to 3 miles, who are starting out, who are losing weight and still feel as if they’re in the novice stage.  That is some incredible energy!!

I also enjoy meeting new people, reconnecting with people I know.  I love the energy at a race no matter what the distance, the shwag, the booths.  It was a blast.

Today my 20 year old daughter Brianna and I went together.  She PR’d and finished in under 30 minutes at 28 minutes winning 3rd place in her age division.  That was fantastic.  Here’s a recap in pictures: