Monday, March 26, 2012
one hour entertainment.
Mom—Stay upstairs doing whatever needs done. Find a little area to be called, "The Mailbox."
Daughter—Go downstairs armed with used junk mail envelopes, a pencil, a random stuff from your room.
Son—Pretend to be the mailman, delivering items between mom and your sister. Making sure to announce your presence with, "The mailman is here!!!!"
Repeat several hundred times.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Details.
Then, along came Brennan, and that want kept nagging at me. I spent nights playing out ways we could make it work. Trying to discount what I wanted to do because there was no easy way to do it. And now, we have baby Barrett in the mix, too. And it’s happening. Somehow. Some way. We are making it work. School starts in less than two weeks. No matter how long it takes. It’s not how long it takes to get there. {Although, let's hope for my family's sake that it's not TOO many years down the road.} It’s that I GET THERE. This is what I’m supposed to be doing. I can feel it.
It’s going to be hard. But I have years of motivation and want driving me. And when those feel like not enough … I have three amazing kids and the best husband in the world to remind me. I have a Dad that's still here and stronger than ever {no matter how he sees it in his own eyes}, and a Mom that's been through everything with him and is an inspiration by her own right, a sister going into the medical field because she's inspired, too. Another Mom, Dad, and Brother that are eternally supportive. And another sister that let me in the room during my beautifully hysterical niece's birth—hammering the final nail in my coffin as a Technical Writer. What can I say, I'm so lucky to have the people I do in my life. Finally, it's time to make it happen!
Friday, March 23, 2012
why i run.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Born. To. Run.
Unfortunately, my body doesn't agree with this notion. For example, here is my body's response to my most recent jaunt, “Sprint? Go for it. You run your little heart out! I’ll support you 110%! Wait, what? You want to run more?! … like, more than three miles ... AGAIN!? WTF, crazy-lady!”
{Insert IT Band and Hip Flexor bis-natches.}
What’s more frustrating than knowing you can do something, having the motivation to do it, and having a body that won’t cooperate?
N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
{Insert me reading Born to Run, by Christopher McDougall in three days. Followed by two afternoons of highlighting the text, re-reading, and bouncing around my house with hopeful glee.}
I have off and on trusted my instincts when it comes to my knees and running. And over the years, I've made teeny bits of progress. I always thought there was something to running without super-cushioned shoes.
Running with shoes = IT Band being a bitch.
Running with no shoes = IT Band pain non-existent, ankle soreness prevalent, with a side of left foot metatarsal pain.
But, I never trusted myself enough to follow through for very long. I always assumed I was doing more damage than good. And every PT, doctor, or ortho made me feel like that was the truth. They pushed orthotics, better shoes, more physical therapy, blah, blah, blah ...
I now have hope that previously I was simply doing too much, too soon—that barefoot, or cushion-less really IS my solution. I just need to put more time into my training. I need to step back and understand that it’s not about the shoes. It’s about form, stride, and how those cushioned shoes force me to run. In my case—not how I should.
So, as I said, I’m hopeful. I’m scared it won’t work, too. But, it’s either this, or I continue on my already-begun journey of finding something that both physically and emotionally makes me feel the way running does. And that’s no easy feat … pun intended.
Everyone cross your fingers (and your barefoot toes) for me!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Changes are a comin ...
Change is the only thing that keeps us moving forward. Sadly, I don’t think we’re creatures that enjoy change. Well, I take that back. I, personally, am not one of those creatures that enjoy change. It makes me nervous. Anxious. Cranky. Emotional. I can’t sleep, and things begin to consume me. Not healthy, I know. Trust me, I’m well aware.
But, when I look back at my life, all the great things that have happened—were during a time of change. When our lives stop changing, we stop progressing. And I’m much more NOT ok with that than I am of being a bit clammy-handed for a bit.
But, when it comes to the security of my family, I am a fan of my comfort zone. We have this happy little routine together that keeps everything running smoothly. Except there’s just one problem … when you and your comfort zone are only together for one reason—the threat of change. That’s when it’s time to kick Mr. Comfort Zone to the curb. Currently, I am ninja-kicking and monster-jamming that guy out the window. Hardcore.