Monthly Archives: April 2013

Between Pissed Off And Surprised

A good friend of mine here owns Aesthetics Medical Training Spa. It’s a great little place where you can get injectables as well as facials, microderm, laser hair removal, etc… but Jasmines favorite part of her business is the medical training. She’s asked me in the past to be a model and I love, love it! Not only do I get to sit in on a pretty cool class, I get a free facial.  She trains aestheticians advanced classes so sometimes she’s doing the facial and sometimes a “student” getting advanced certification does it.  No matter what I’m game.

Interesting tidbit.  A few years ago I was at a wedding shower and the ladies were putting down some serious alcohol.  Since I rarely drink I was very lucid during their conversations….  I came to find out I am the only one my age (and much younger) that I know who hasn’t buckled and gotten botox and in many cases – more.  I was shocked.  I thought I just had deeper lines than they did.  Seriously.  Clueless.

Sure, I love seeing the number 11 between my eyebrows!!!

Sure, I love seeing the number 11 between my eyebrows!!!

So Jasmine asked me if I was game to model this past Monday.  Yup.  In.  I showed up Monday and was handed paperwork and asked what I would like for a final result.  I glanced at the papers and realized I was there for botox.  SWEET!!!!! A huge part of my hesitancy was cost second only to bragging that I haven’t had anything done.  It’s just not where I’d put money but I’m willing to get past the bragging rights.  I looked right at the woman and said, “Somewhere between pissed off and surprised please!!”.

My angry face.  Don't mess with this!!

My angry face. Don’t mess with this!!

I had no clue what I was in for.  None.  The nurse doing the training didn’t like me.  She kept handing me a mirror and asking me to point out everything about myself I”m unhappy with.  I kept putting the mirror down and told her I’m rarely angry but when I concentrate or run, I use those eyebrow muscles that have created the #11.  I’m really completely happy with how I look, I don’t mind aging or not looking 20, but if I could even soften that one area, I feel I’d look less harsh.  Despite the fact that my answer evidently wasn’t what she wanted to hear, the nurse in training who was gaining her credentials did a fabulous job.  4 little pokes, 100 cc’s, ten minutes later and I was done.  Then I had to go home and Google how long it takes to work (3-7 days and up to 2 weeks the first time to completely do it’s thing) and what the average cc’s are for a first time (25 is what I read so the nurse was right – I needed a lot).  They did tell me I’d be good for a solid 6 months which is longer than I expected and wouldn’t need as much for touch ups.

Then, we wait…….  The injection sites felt like small, sore mosquito bites.  By day 2 I couldn’t make my scrunchy face as much and interestingly enough, I stopped trying.  Years of habit seemed to just go away.  It was kind of weird.  My after care instructions told me to massage the area and make all facial movements so I literally had to think about furrowing my brow.  Who’d have thought?? By day 5 the mosquito bites were gone, the area felt good and I had an even more difficult time scrunching.  I can still do it slightly, but I have to think about it.  On my runs when I furrow my brow the most, I just don’t do it anymore.  My lines aren’t completely gone but are definitely softer, more relaxed.  Would I do it again??  Absolutely.  I almost wish I had done it sooner.  No more bragging rights about how I haven’t had work done, but in their place is a much less pissed off looking woman.

Day 5 -no mosquito bite marks and a softer look

Day 5 -no mosquito bite marks and a softer look without losing character

Day 5 - still have the eyebrow raise going on - no surprised, fake look here!

Day 5 – still have the eyebrow raise going on – no surprised, fake look here!

Day 6 pre run with no makeup.  I'll take it!

Day 6 pre run with no makeup. I’ll take it!

Sunday Run

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It’s been a while since I’ve dragged my butt gone to Reno Running Company for the Sunday run.  I NEEDED the run.  I was craving it.  I didn’t care if it was 2 miles or 12, if it was a great run or I felt like I completely sucked.  I needed the decompression, the time alone (well, in a group of course), the pounding out of frustration, the physical exertion, the adrenaline, the endorphins, the feeling of satisfaction, the sweat, the snot, the hills. I was overdue for a run.

I elected to run the 8.2 mile distance out of 4 distances mapped out.  I hoped I’d have someone to run behind because I always get hopelessly lost – even though the run today was a square, all left turns and “easy” direction wise.  Yeah, we all know what that means.  I’ll get lost.  There was a group I was with the first couple miles.  A husband and wife and another guy pushing his 2 year old in a stroller.  So at a stop light I asked what distance they were going (same as me) and if I could stick with them so I didn’t appear quite so creepy stalker.  It’s not stalking, it’s a romantic run they didn’t know they were on. Jaime joined us at about mile 5.  I kicked this kids butt in a run last fall and now he’s running circles around me.  Awesome (for him)!! I adore this group of people, love being at the store (bathrooms, water, food, coffee) and felt seriously like a new person.  A better version of myself.

Some of my posse....

Some of my posse…. (Jaime is in the 13.1 white shirt and I’m sure enjoys kicking my butt!!)

Lupe and me.  I paced him for a while but then had to do my own thing.  Kidding.  He does like a 4 minute mile or something stupid....

Lupe and me. I paced him for a while but then had to do my own thing. Kidding. He does like a 4 minute mile or something stupid….

Rep for Brooks was there today.  So, get this:  A man who brings you shoes for free and then makes you a pancake breakfast.  Total fantasy??  I think so.

Rep for Brooks was there today. So, get this: A man who brings you shoes for free and then makes you a pancake breakfast. Total fantasy?? I think so.

Me and Joe.  Love this guy.  He makes me laugh so hard.  And makes wicked dried apples with cinnamon that I eat until I'm sick.  Every time.

Me and Joe. Love this guy. He makes me laugh so hard. And makes wicked dried apples with cinnamon that I eat until I’m sick. Every time. And I’m currently out of them (hint, hint!)

Nate, Gretta, little Evan and Reed - the trio I ran with.  They were awesome!!

Nate, Gretta, little Evan and Reed – the trio I ran with. They were awesome!!

Got home.  Sam photo bombed me.  Love it!!

Got home. Sam photo bombed me. Love it!!

Came in the house and Gabrielle had made the remaining strawberries into chocolate deliciousness....

Came in the house and Gabrielle had made the remaining strawberries into chocolate deliciousness….  She got favorite child for the moment award….

Feeling like a new woman!!!  Oiselle shorts and shirt, BodyRock Sport Sophie bra

Feeling like a new woman!!! Oiselle shorts and shirt, BodyRock Sport Sophie bra

Shenanigans

My team. Sigh. They’re wonderful. A wild hair idea was thought up and followed through with. Girls night out. I wanted to go because these are some of my favorite people. I wanted the night out, the break, even though I wasn’t sure what I’d do with the kids.  The evening turned a bit hectic – Chris gone wakeboarding without phone service, my 17 year old Olivia on a date with her boyfriend, my 21 year old Brianna on a date with her boyfriend and then 4, YES 4, of my kids said “Hey Mom, by the way, we have somewhere to go”.  I thought (while making dinner) there would be NO WAY I’d get out with the girls and I was really bummed.  I thought again because I’m just not a defeatist….  I texted and Facebooked to see where everyone was and get a better time frame…  Then folks, between cooking and telling the kids to get ready to go, I got ready to go.  Dropped off first two, dropped off second two, high tailed it to L’uva Bella Wine Gallery (which I had a difficult time finding – of course).  Upscale, low key with about 20 of the ladies hanging out with wine flowing.  A few things were learned….  Just when I think I can’t possibly adore Olivia more, I do.  Abby is very funny, sarcastic (love it!) and stunningly beautiful.  Brynda always, always makes me laugh and is one of the most direct people I know.  Diana anchors me.  Always.  Jules is like everyones soccer mom.  Keeps us somewhat in line.  Theresa and Olivia have great locker room stories.  The new additions to Wednesday track workout fit in perfectly with the rest of us crazies and I’m so glad to get to know them.  Sarah and I are the exact same size (We switched dresses.  And bras.  No additional info needed.).  I’m going to nag her about posture and she can keep wildly kicking my butt running.  By a landslide.  The biggest thing we learned??  We need to cut loose a little, we need to vent, we need girl time off the track and perhaps we need to make a little visit to the Adam & Eve store (although they wouldn’t know what hit them!!).  I need these women outside of running.  They make me want to be better, I get to be so completely myself, they have wicked dance moves and are funny as hell.  Here’s a snapshot of our shenanigans. This should become a regular post.

I had some of this

I had some of this

Some of the crazies

Some of the crazies

Special "E Team Wine". I didn't try

Special “E Team Wine”. I didn’t try

Me after the dress change

Me after the dress change

Andrea and Sarah

Andrea and Sarah

Sarah and Me post dress change

Sarah and Me post dress change

Sarah, Olivia and Me pre dress change - this is actually what I wore...  Olivia on the chair because Sarah and I are giants and good things come in small packages!!

Sarah, Olivia and Me pre dress change – this is actually what I wore… Olivia on the chair because Sarah and I are giants and good things come in small packages!!

Me with Melissa

Me with Melissa

 

Mix It Up

I don’t really like cake. Only certain kinds very rarely. Or sweets for that matter. It’s a blessing really. Just have no compulsion to eat them. BUT, there’s this little hole in the wall bakery called “Mix” that does cupcakes and they’re pretty darn good. Olivia – my 17 year old – wanted to get two for her boyfriends birthday. Since I adore her boyfriend and she’s not so bad either, I went and picked them up. Love the small, privately owned, person fulfilling their dream kind of places.  So naturally, to show my support, I got a lemon cupcake for myself (and then shared it with 3 of my kids when I picked them up from school).

TA-DA!!

TA-DA!!

People, get outta the way!!  I have a cupcake emergency here!!

People, get outta the way!! I have a cupcake emergency here!!

So many choices.....

So many choices…..

Yum!!

Yum!!

Even the individual packaging is cute

Even the individual packaging is cute

Lemon deliciousness!!

Lemon deliciousness!!

I'm not even a bit afraid of eating this!

I’m not even a bit afraid of eating this!

This is the face of a happy person!!

This is the face of a happy person!!

 

Good Stuff

A friend texted me to have a good day.  I replied that I would sure try.  He then said that I always make the best of every day.  Wow!!  What a great perception!!!  It made me want to prove him right every single day

A friend texted me to have a good day. I replied that I would sure try. He then said that I always make the best of every day. Wow!! What a great perception!!! It made me want to prove him right every single day

It’s been a busy week. Busy in a good way – work has picked up a bit and it’s good for me to not sit around.  Kids have been busy as well which I don’t mind.  With our 7 birthdays in 4 weeks, school testing, upcoming proms, etc..  they always keep me on my toes.

My running schedule has changed a little.  You wouldn’t think trading a day would mess things up so much, but every time I make a change in my schedule it takes me a little bit to adjust.  I need to get more mileage in per week and I’m trying to figure out a way to make that happen without compromising anything else.

My team running. Love this shot.  I'm 5th from the front, 3rd from the back

My team running. Love this shot. I’m 5th from the front, 3rd from the back

I was asked a couple days ago why I work out.  Is it for my husband or everyone else.  Well, neither actually.  It’s for me.  It’s always been for me.  I exercise, eat well and stay in decent shape because it makes me feel good.  If my husband appreciates it, that’s an extra bonus.  I’m not sure who “everyone else” is and I suppose I don’t really care because again, it’s for me.  I want to live longer, live a more fulfilling, rich life, to stay healthy, to be an example to my kids but in no way do I stay fit for other people…..

Yes!!

Yes!!

Couple side notes.  My 14 year old son has a book on World Facts which is pretty cool.  He asked me to incorporate them into my blog so my readers learn something. As if my brilliant posts don’t make you want to pull out a pad and pen already!!  So I will start.  Not today because today I have a tidbit (my other side note) that I always have in the back of my mind:

Probably almost 20 years ago a lovely older gentleman told me that I can’t expect a man to treat me like a lady if I don’t act like one.  Instead of fuming and walking away, I asked for clarification.  He said he planned on opening a door for me, but I just stormed right on up and did it myself.  True.  In a world of women’s equality – which I appreciate – some lines have been blurred.  I do want the door opened for me, I enjoy being treated with respect, I like it when men (even if I don’t know them) open the door, step aside, etc… It makes me feel just a little bit cherished as a woman.  From that moment on, I’ve tried to act like a lady.  To give the opportunity for a man to treat me that way.  Do I need it?  No.  I can do nearly everything alone.  But I want it.  In my opinion, that should mean more.

Amen and the end to my soapbox

Amen and the end to my soapbox

 

Track Star!!!!

True story!

True story!

I am not the fastest runner. I don’t tend to gain a ton of speed running sprints compared to my average time in a longer race. I could get frustrated, but instead I’m trying to learn, to push myself, to be better tomorrow than I was today. Maybe, just maybe, that tenacity will pay off. In the meantime I’m pleased with where I’m at, what I’m doing, how my body feels. Wednesday night track workouts scare the crap out of me in a good way. I know the mileage will be less but the workout will be intense.  My Garmin “best time” read 4:28. For a nano-second!!!!  But I’ll take it!

In my mind I look like a gazelle.....

In my mind I look like a gazelle…..

Working the track

Working the track

Jenn's Phone 507

One of my favorite people!!  Olivia back from the tragedy in Boston and ready to run Big Sur this Sunday.  I heart this woman!!!!!

One of my favorite people!! Olivia back from the tragedy in Boston and ready to run Big Sur this Sunday. I heart this woman!!!!!

Tuesday Run

Last night was our team run. Warmer temperatures are fantastic!!!  My coach took pictures and video and compiled them.  I’m in there.  We ran on trails doing mile repeats and had a blast!! Hopefully I got my tech on and these post correctly – they’re short and sweet and action packed!!!  Thanks coach!!

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Spicy!!

I’m feeling particularly spicy today. In a mood. Ornery. Piss and vinegar. Funny. (or so I’d like to think)….  Here are things that make me laugh… Hard.  By myself.  I need more hobbies.

My daughter is struggling in school.  Not because she isn't smart, she just isn't motivated.  I saw this, saved it and showed it to her.  Then reminded her to get her grades up.  I'm mother of the year.

My daughter is struggling in school. Not because she isn’t smart, she just isn’t motivated. 9th grade does suck. I saw this, saved it and showed it to her. Then reminded her to get her grades up. I’m mother of the year. At least she noticed school is spelled wrong.

13 kids.  7 adopted.  Sometimes when they were little - years ago now - I felt a little like this...

13 kids. 7 adopted. Sometimes when they were little – years ago now – I felt a little like this…  3 kids in diapers for years, breastfeeding for 11 years, pregnant 7 times.  I didn’t mind at the time at all, but I must have walked around like a zombie.

I also felt a little like this....

I also felt a little like this….  Doesn’t everyone get their kids by the dozen??

Yes, if I were single....

Yes, if I were single….  OK, even though I’m not.  Bring it!!

I really don't know what to say...  Although I would like to be standing in this aisle with my camera handy when someone breaks this rule....  I'm slightly demented that way

I really don’t know what to say… Although I would like to be standing in this aisle with my camera handy when someone breaks this rule…. I’m slightly demented that way

Having A Case Of The Runs

Yesterday was gorgeous. Nearly 70*, sunny albeit windy. I finished my clients at work and knew I had to run to the store – you know the trip, a bunch of random stuff that doesn’t go together. My daughter Bri was working at Reno Running Company and asked me to stop by as well. That got me thinking…. I iPhone mapped the distance to RRC and it was 3 miles.  So I ran there.  Literally.  I figured I’d get a 6 miler in with a break in the middle – how perfect is that??!!

Since I'm from New England....  This is how I talk in my head!!

Since I’m from New England…. This is how I talk in my head!!

Problem:  When it’s been a long time since you’ve run from work, your bag of running goodies isn’t so hot.  I had shorts, socks, shoes, sports bra but everything else was for winter running.  Hat, gloves, long sleeve, jacket, etc…  Fortunately, I borrowed a T-shirt from one of my lovely co-workers.  I also carry a spare ID from RoadID.  Safety, people.  On my running shoes that I wear regularly, I have an ID, but I also have a couple bracelets for other times.  Do it.  Seriously.

I geared up and took off.  When I’m running alone I also always bring my phone.  Safety, safety, safety.  I did listen to music in one ear on the very busy street and the time just flew by.  I learned a couple things.  Before getting a wild hair to run, check your bag.  When using old running shoes don’t go 6 miles.  Mine were so beyond shot that me feet still hurt today and on the way back I could feel it in my legs.  Not good.  What is good is that it taught me how to change things up.  I now have clothes for every weather ready to bring in and put in the bag.  I also packed a pair of running shoes I can actually run in without hurting.  Since it’s a good distance and relatively flat, I’ll probably do it more now that we have better weather.  I also decided to store my Garmin and arm band for my phone in my daily bag – can’t tell you how many times I’ve forgotten to grab them in the morning when I have an evening run.  If I can manage to keep them there, I’ll have them for spontaneous work runs and my team runs.  Perfect.  Oh, I packed a handheld water bottle as well.  It’s starting to warm up out there!!

My sister sent me this.  True.  Not gonna lie...

My sister sent me this. True. Not gonna lie…

 

 

Working The Track

Speed workouts don’t feel particularly fast to me yet. At one point this past week, I was running all out but felt like I was standing still. Literally as if my entire body was leaden.  I glanced at my watch and I was running at 6:40 minute mile. Weird. At other times I felt like I was pushing and wanting to keel over and I was running an 8 minute mile….  I’m certain there is rhyme and reason to this but with so little track practice – as in since Jr High School which was 27 long years ago – I can’t seem to decipher the logic.

Coach took this shot of me on the track Wednesday night.  It was cold and very windy and I might have complained about the cold and wind.  Both.  Equally.

Coach took this shot of me on the track Wednesday night. It was cold and very windy and I might have complained about the cold and wind. Both. Equally.

I tend to feel more tense at track workouts and I look it in this picture.  I’m trying so hard to move faster, beat my time, complete the workout. I’m not entirely sure that I allow myself to just enjoy the process. I am learning though and I am grateful that I have the opportunity to run, to  be on a team, to have a coach that cares. I get to be out in the cold and wind pushing my body, improving, continuing to learn.  That is a great blessing.

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