I really need to come up with a schedule for blogging. Because left to my own devices, I won't. And who cares about a blog that is only updated once a month. Certainly not you. Yes you - looking at you!
So, a lot has changed in the past month. It's actually somewhat sad to read my last post. I was running 4 miles. I had gotten my pace down to about 54 minutes for 4 miles. But my knees were KILLING me when I was done. Like, I could barely bend them, and I couldn't put weight on them.
I took Alex to the Lowes Build N Grow - where they build, well, its mostly the parents build the item and the kids gets all the praise. But isn't that how it is for everything?? Anyway, I had to bend down on the floor to hammer a nail in, because it just wasn't working on the table, and I was actually concerned about being able to stand back up. the pain was unbearable. So, I talked to the running coach at the Y, and she told me to stop running so much.
What do you mean? That - kind of- sounded like she was telling me to stop eating. I mean, I have gotten into a routine - MWF I run, and once on the weekend. I was running 4 miles at a great pace. What the F are you talking about crazy lady? I explained to her that my knee felt like it had a big bag of water on it when I was done running, and for most of the next day as well. And apparently, there is a thing called.....can you guess..... water on the knee. It basically means you need to slow down and take it easy crazy lady. So, I've cut my runs somewhat in half. Now I run about 2.4 miles - which takes about 30 minutes. And I ice my knee after every run. I store a bag of ice in the Y kitchen. And you know what - no more hurt knee.
It's demoralizing tho. Really it is. I was on the fast track to running a 10K, and now I'm not. I also realize I need to lose weight as well. That will be the best thing to help my knee. So, I started weight watchers again. I thought I was eating perfectly fine before, and watching what I ate, but then when you start to track everything, you realize you were eating too much. Even with as much as I exercise and sweat, eating too much is my downfall.
I've decided not to try the Marine Corps Half Marathon in May. I think trying to get to 6.6 miles is just not going to happen. They have a 5K as well, and I'll probably do that. My next 5K is next Sunday. My neighbor is racing - she's 13. And she'll probably beat me by 15 minutes. But that's ok. My goal is to beat my own time, not hers. Tho, not coming in last is my real goal.
We had some roadblocks also in the past month with me exercising - Alex had some medical issues, Alex and I came down with strep as well, and just with it being winter and cold - running is so much harder. But, I was still out there in my scarf, hat and gloves.
Alex has two loose teeth. His bottom two. First ones in, first ones out. I want to pull them out, but he won't let me. He one adult tooth is already coming in, so I think it is moving the process along. I read on someone's page that they sprayed glitter on the tooth fairy money. I think that is a cool idea. I'm also going to try and hide teeth better than my parents did. Because I found the jar. And I was devastated.
E still has no desire to potty train, and I have no desire to spend the day in the bathroom with her. Alex trained so easy - of course, he was 3. I just think she is somewhat ready, but she still could care less if she was in a diaper all day. I'm just tired of lugging the diaper bag around. I want a cool purse. When she potty trains, I'm buying myself a present. She can have stickers, I'm getting an expensive purse! Haha.
So, that's kind of it with what's going on in the land of here. I got my passport a few weeks ago. Jeff's new job has some international travel, so if he goes somewhere cool, I'm going to. Tho, it'll probably be like his last job when he went to Detroit every month. He'll go to some place I have no desire to visit. Like the north pole! Haha.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
So I changed the title.
I feel like it was time. Or something. And that more accurately reflects my life at the moment. Or maybe it should be running sweating and breathing heavy. But, that doesn't quite roll off the tongue as well.
I've been following a few blogs that are solely about running. One is a woman who lives in my town that is training for a marathon. She seems like me, about 2 years in the future. She wanted to run a half marathon to prove to herself she could do it. She ran a few, and now wants to tackle a marathon. I'm not sure I'll get there, but I did say I was never running again after my first 5K. So, who knows.
I'm somewhat sad I missed the marathon trials for the olympics that were on the other day. I catch myself watching runners on tv, and reading about them in the newspaper. All to gain something, anything, that will help me.
At the Y, the running coach posted an article about helpful running tips. They were from a guy who runs 100 mile races. He suggests buying good reflective great and a headlamp for running in the dark. And putting screws in your shoes for running on ice. Um... yeah. Not really the advice I wanted. I kind of want to know do I need to down a bottle of gatorade after every run or is water enough? Or perhaps, do I need fancy running socks, or do my cotton specials do the trick?
My running partner and I bought some fancy new running pants at Target the other day. Because they were on sale of course! I'm afraid as I run, the seams will rip, and I will be frozen as I stand there wondering what part of me do I cover up first? One of the things in that crazy article was about compression, and does it really work to help runners. Your parts aren't jiggling so much, so the blood flow is quicker, helping you maintain your speed or some such nonsense. These pants sure do compress my legs, so we'll see. The best part - is they are size large. Just as is everything else i buy these days. At the concert Jeff and I went to in December, I bought a tshirt at it. A size large. And it fit perfectly. I was too happy. The guy who sold it to us probably thought I had a mental disorder.
So, I'm solidly in 4 mile runs now. I've done 3. I plotted a new route at the Y, so I'm not running the same old road. Well, I am, just in an different order.
I tried to potty train E this week - to horrible failure. I want her to be ready, but she just isn't. So, I bought another box of diapers, and as soon as they are gone - about 1.5 months- I'll try again. I spent a lot of time in the bathroom floor trying to get her to pee. She was just not having any of it. She had no cues. And I know that is the real thing. She will be in a wet diaper all day. Until she cares, she's not going to care to go potty. Even if full size reeses peanut butter cups are her reward.
I made a photo book for Jeff of his grandfather that passed away back in October. I put in it pics of the kids with his grandfather, and of us with him. Some of the pics of me, truly make me shake my head. Was I really that heavy? Were my arms really that big? Did my face look like a tomato? It's just amazing to see the transformation in just 16 months.
I was talking to someone about what sparked this transformation - and why I run. I basically had one answer - I run because I shouldn't be able to. I almost cry every time I get done with a run. Seriously. Because I shouldn't be able to do it. Today my knees are killing me. The last thing I want to do is go run tomorrow. It's supposed to be cold and windy - AGAIN! But I do it. Because I look at the pictures of me in that book, and of what I looked like 16 months ago, and I never want to look like that again.
Never.
I've been following a few blogs that are solely about running. One is a woman who lives in my town that is training for a marathon. She seems like me, about 2 years in the future. She wanted to run a half marathon to prove to herself she could do it. She ran a few, and now wants to tackle a marathon. I'm not sure I'll get there, but I did say I was never running again after my first 5K. So, who knows.
I'm somewhat sad I missed the marathon trials for the olympics that were on the other day. I catch myself watching runners on tv, and reading about them in the newspaper. All to gain something, anything, that will help me.
At the Y, the running coach posted an article about helpful running tips. They were from a guy who runs 100 mile races. He suggests buying good reflective great and a headlamp for running in the dark. And putting screws in your shoes for running on ice. Um... yeah. Not really the advice I wanted. I kind of want to know do I need to down a bottle of gatorade after every run or is water enough? Or perhaps, do I need fancy running socks, or do my cotton specials do the trick?
My running partner and I bought some fancy new running pants at Target the other day. Because they were on sale of course! I'm afraid as I run, the seams will rip, and I will be frozen as I stand there wondering what part of me do I cover up first? One of the things in that crazy article was about compression, and does it really work to help runners. Your parts aren't jiggling so much, so the blood flow is quicker, helping you maintain your speed or some such nonsense. These pants sure do compress my legs, so we'll see. The best part - is they are size large. Just as is everything else i buy these days. At the concert Jeff and I went to in December, I bought a tshirt at it. A size large. And it fit perfectly. I was too happy. The guy who sold it to us probably thought I had a mental disorder.
So, I'm solidly in 4 mile runs now. I've done 3. I plotted a new route at the Y, so I'm not running the same old road. Well, I am, just in an different order.
I tried to potty train E this week - to horrible failure. I want her to be ready, but she just isn't. So, I bought another box of diapers, and as soon as they are gone - about 1.5 months- I'll try again. I spent a lot of time in the bathroom floor trying to get her to pee. She was just not having any of it. She had no cues. And I know that is the real thing. She will be in a wet diaper all day. Until she cares, she's not going to care to go potty. Even if full size reeses peanut butter cups are her reward.
I made a photo book for Jeff of his grandfather that passed away back in October. I put in it pics of the kids with his grandfather, and of us with him. Some of the pics of me, truly make me shake my head. Was I really that heavy? Were my arms really that big? Did my face look like a tomato? It's just amazing to see the transformation in just 16 months.
I was talking to someone about what sparked this transformation - and why I run. I basically had one answer - I run because I shouldn't be able to. I almost cry every time I get done with a run. Seriously. Because I shouldn't be able to do it. Today my knees are killing me. The last thing I want to do is go run tomorrow. It's supposed to be cold and windy - AGAIN! But I do it. Because I look at the pictures of me in that book, and of what I looked like 16 months ago, and I never want to look like that again.
Never.
Monday, January 09, 2012
I am still alive, and running - probably kicking too.
I was told by my friend Gisela - who lives half a world away- that I need to keep up with my blog more. I also know that some people don't have Facebook - *gasp* and have to keep up with us this way. I think I might have a nervous breakdown if I had to go without Facebook for a month. Whenever we go into WV, we lose data coverage, so it's like a weekend away from technology. But Jeff and I know the exact spots that data comes back as we drive down the road, and its like we can sing a tune to the beeps and music that our phones make as we gets texts, emails and Word Feud plays.
So, what the heck has happened in the past two months? Heather will remind me - very often- that just a week before the Turkey Trot, that I said I was never running again. I wanted to run the 5K to scratch it off my bucket list, and to prove to myself that I could do it. But, it's like I've gotten the bug. I'll admit to watching running on tv, and looking at people running marathons, and wondering if I'll ever run one. Now, 6 months ago, I just wondered if I wouldn't die running to get the mail.
I ran my second 5K on December 11th. It was 27 degrees, and this one was pretty serious. It was a half marathon, and a 5K. The half marathoners were were some serious running gear and stretching and looking very focused. The 5Kers were just wondering when we would be done so we could get our free beer. Haha. That was the best part of the race, when you were done, you got beer. And a solar blanket thing to keep you warm - since it was 27 degrees outside!
I ran a great pace at this 5K, tho my final time was only 4 seconds slower than my turkey trot time. The hills were steeper, so that's what I'm going with! But, I ran the entire thing - something I didn't do at the Turkey Trot, and I felt like overall my run and pace were improved. It's hard to compare the two races, as they weren't on the same course, and the temp change was about 35 degrees. But it's hard not to compare. I am disappointed in my time, but not in my run.
After that race, I tried to keep training with my friend Heather - who was running a 5K on NYE. But my heart just wasn't into it. I was kind of finished with running - disillusioned with my time at my last race, and just not feeling it. Then, we caught the stomach flu, and Christmas, and visiting, and blah blah. But, like most things, you get out of your funk, and you train harder. So, after we got back from WV after New Years, I started training again. I know a whole bunch of people who are just starting C25K, and I am their motivation. I've been told that. Me, fat old lady, has motivated someone to run. That is the oddest sentence I have ever written.
I want to work on my 5K time to get it down. The next 5K I want to run is on March 4th. I want to beat my time by more than 4 seconds. Maybe 10 seconds this time! But, I'm moving on to bigger and loftier goals. The Fredericksburg Historic Half Marathon is May 24th. There is NO way - I think- I can train to go from 3 miles to 13 in just five months. But, there is a relay part - you run half, and your partner runs half, so basically you each run a little more than 10K - 6.6 miles, to equal 13.2 miles. 6.6 is doable. Finding a partner is not however. Haha. Everyone I have asked looks at me like I have 4 heads.
So, now I'm doing Bridge to 10K. Which is like level two of C25K. I need to run 3 days a week. Run a 5K, then run a 5K plus more - whatever I can do, then run a challenge course - like hills, or sprints, or trails, or something. This past weekend, I ran my neighborhood, which is the land of 60 degree hills. I ran 2.4 miles in a course Jeff and I have laid out. I ran it all. Something I've never done before when running in my neighborhood.
It's just amazing to me the progress. Today was my runday, so I decided I was just going to run the 5K. But then my friend got called back to the Y for a diaper change, so I kept running without her. By the time she got back to me, I was about a quarter mile ahead. So, at the end she still needed to run that quarter mile, and I went with her. And then I just kept going. She stopped and said I was crazy and went in to shower. Haha. But I kept going, and ran an additional mile. So, today I ran 4.1 miles. In 60:01. Horrible time. And I thought my legs might fall off. But I ran it. ALL OF IT. 4.1 freaking miles. Seriously? I will admit I started crying when I finished. Luckily I was far away from people and I was able to get myself under control before I went back into the building. But, running is such a mental and emotional sport. You have to force yourself to keep going. Mentally challenge yourself. Your legs really won't fall off if you keep running, but if you give up in your mind - which I've done on many training runs- then your run is pretty much over.
So, for right now, I'm working toward the Historic Half. And finding a partner. If not, I might just sign up for the half anyway. You can walk it. So, I might just run to the halfway point - where the relay corral is, and then walk the rest. I have until March or so to try and figure out what I want to do.
In other news, Jeff turned 40 in December. We had a huge party for him, and it was so great to see so many people who love him and who came to the party. I had it catered with his favorite food - Famous Dave's and Sushi from our favorite sushi place. I made a ton of desserts and other stuff, and everyone had a great time. For his birthday present, I got him tickets to see the Mighty Mighty Bosstones - his favorite band - at their hometown concert in Boston after Christmas. My brother was taking the kids for 3 days while we went up there, so we went kidless for the first time ever overnight. We rented a car, drove to Boston - uh... next time we might fly- we ate at a Diners, Drive Ins and Dives in CT, and had a great time. The concert was awesome, we bought shirts, and a poster, and other random stuff. We had great sushi and froze our butts off in the Boston cold. But it was well worth it to bring Jeff into his 40s in style.
So, as I sit here, I'm afraid I won't be able to get up. My knees are killing me. But, I plan to put the kids to bed, and then relax with a piece of cake. Jeff got me the next Wilton Cake Decorating class for Christmas, so we'll have lots of cake and decorations to eat in the next 4 weeks. Not that I mind too much. Running burns a lot of calories!
So, anyone want to run 6.6 miles with me in May???
So, what the heck has happened in the past two months? Heather will remind me - very often- that just a week before the Turkey Trot, that I said I was never running again. I wanted to run the 5K to scratch it off my bucket list, and to prove to myself that I could do it. But, it's like I've gotten the bug. I'll admit to watching running on tv, and looking at people running marathons, and wondering if I'll ever run one. Now, 6 months ago, I just wondered if I wouldn't die running to get the mail.
I ran my second 5K on December 11th. It was 27 degrees, and this one was pretty serious. It was a half marathon, and a 5K. The half marathoners were were some serious running gear and stretching and looking very focused. The 5Kers were just wondering when we would be done so we could get our free beer. Haha. That was the best part of the race, when you were done, you got beer. And a solar blanket thing to keep you warm - since it was 27 degrees outside!
I ran a great pace at this 5K, tho my final time was only 4 seconds slower than my turkey trot time. The hills were steeper, so that's what I'm going with! But, I ran the entire thing - something I didn't do at the Turkey Trot, and I felt like overall my run and pace were improved. It's hard to compare the two races, as they weren't on the same course, and the temp change was about 35 degrees. But it's hard not to compare. I am disappointed in my time, but not in my run.
After that race, I tried to keep training with my friend Heather - who was running a 5K on NYE. But my heart just wasn't into it. I was kind of finished with running - disillusioned with my time at my last race, and just not feeling it. Then, we caught the stomach flu, and Christmas, and visiting, and blah blah. But, like most things, you get out of your funk, and you train harder. So, after we got back from WV after New Years, I started training again. I know a whole bunch of people who are just starting C25K, and I am their motivation. I've been told that. Me, fat old lady, has motivated someone to run. That is the oddest sentence I have ever written.
I want to work on my 5K time to get it down. The next 5K I want to run is on March 4th. I want to beat my time by more than 4 seconds. Maybe 10 seconds this time! But, I'm moving on to bigger and loftier goals. The Fredericksburg Historic Half Marathon is May 24th. There is NO way - I think- I can train to go from 3 miles to 13 in just five months. But, there is a relay part - you run half, and your partner runs half, so basically you each run a little more than 10K - 6.6 miles, to equal 13.2 miles. 6.6 is doable. Finding a partner is not however. Haha. Everyone I have asked looks at me like I have 4 heads.
So, now I'm doing Bridge to 10K. Which is like level two of C25K. I need to run 3 days a week. Run a 5K, then run a 5K plus more - whatever I can do, then run a challenge course - like hills, or sprints, or trails, or something. This past weekend, I ran my neighborhood, which is the land of 60 degree hills. I ran 2.4 miles in a course Jeff and I have laid out. I ran it all. Something I've never done before when running in my neighborhood.
It's just amazing to me the progress. Today was my runday, so I decided I was just going to run the 5K. But then my friend got called back to the Y for a diaper change, so I kept running without her. By the time she got back to me, I was about a quarter mile ahead. So, at the end she still needed to run that quarter mile, and I went with her. And then I just kept going. She stopped and said I was crazy and went in to shower. Haha. But I kept going, and ran an additional mile. So, today I ran 4.1 miles. In 60:01. Horrible time. And I thought my legs might fall off. But I ran it. ALL OF IT. 4.1 freaking miles. Seriously? I will admit I started crying when I finished. Luckily I was far away from people and I was able to get myself under control before I went back into the building. But, running is such a mental and emotional sport. You have to force yourself to keep going. Mentally challenge yourself. Your legs really won't fall off if you keep running, but if you give up in your mind - which I've done on many training runs- then your run is pretty much over.
So, for right now, I'm working toward the Historic Half. And finding a partner. If not, I might just sign up for the half anyway. You can walk it. So, I might just run to the halfway point - where the relay corral is, and then walk the rest. I have until March or so to try and figure out what I want to do.
In other news, Jeff turned 40 in December. We had a huge party for him, and it was so great to see so many people who love him and who came to the party. I had it catered with his favorite food - Famous Dave's and Sushi from our favorite sushi place. I made a ton of desserts and other stuff, and everyone had a great time. For his birthday present, I got him tickets to see the Mighty Mighty Bosstones - his favorite band - at their hometown concert in Boston after Christmas. My brother was taking the kids for 3 days while we went up there, so we went kidless for the first time ever overnight. We rented a car, drove to Boston - uh... next time we might fly- we ate at a Diners, Drive Ins and Dives in CT, and had a great time. The concert was awesome, we bought shirts, and a poster, and other random stuff. We had great sushi and froze our butts off in the Boston cold. But it was well worth it to bring Jeff into his 40s in style.
So, as I sit here, I'm afraid I won't be able to get up. My knees are killing me. But, I plan to put the kids to bed, and then relax with a piece of cake. Jeff got me the next Wilton Cake Decorating class for Christmas, so we'll have lots of cake and decorations to eat in the next 4 weeks. Not that I mind too much. Running burns a lot of calories!
So, anyone want to run 6.6 miles with me in May???
Thursday, November 24, 2011
I did it. And now I want to do it again.
My official time- 39:01. I wanted to complete it in under 40 minutes. Tho, I had a "wow" time of under 35 minutes, but it's ok that I didn't make that. I am so happy with my time. I did stop for water. It's not like what you see on tv - kind of like how childbirth isn't all roses and clean babies. The kids dishing out the water were slow and only doing one cup at a time. I grabbed a cup and tried to drink while running and spilled half of it down my shirt, so I stopped, drank, and then continued on. So, note for next time - no drink. I probably could have been in 37-38 minutes.
This 5K was no joke. Hills, people everywhere. But running in a crowd was amazing. When I first started, I was passing people left and right, to get to my pace. Then people started passing me, old people, kids, people pushing triple strollers. But, I kept on, and when I saw the 3 mile marker, something in my head just clicked, and I took off. I sprinted the last part and ran across the finish line. I passed probably 30 people. I wanted to finish strong, and my legs - tired- felt like they could do it.
I really thought I might cry. Or vomit. But I did neither, and went to greet Alex and E and Jeff. Alex was screaming for me as I crossed the finish line.
Honestly, this is something I never thought I would be able to do. I'm old, fat, not a runner, and sweet like a crazy lady when I run. And already, I'm contemplating doing another one in just 2 weeks. I want to beat my time.
I am so thankful for my running partners. We all started the race together, and cheered each other on as we passed by one another. We are all on different fitness levels, but we all did great - beat what we wanted to beat for ourselves.
I'm not a runner, but I've definitely got the bug.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
I'm too tired to blog.
This blogging thing is just not working out. I guess I think my life is just not interesting enough. Or something. But some interesting things have happened to me in the past few weeks.
I've run 3.2 miles three times in the past two weeks. I did not die. I wanted to see what my time was, so I could know what my realistic time should be at the turkey trot. My third time was almost 3 minutes slower than my first time, which seems odd. I talked to the running coach at the Y, and I'm overtraining. I'm taking classes, running - too much. So, I cut out cycling. I'm not running every other day like you should in the couch to 5k program. I'm running sprints one day a week instead of a full run. I'm done with the 9 week program anyway - where you are running for 30 minutes. So, she wanted me to do some other stuff. Still run, but just not for 30 minutes. I was exhausting myself. And my legs feel it. My butt too. It jiggles when I run. Baby Got Back came on my music mix one day as I was running and I thought it was my theme song.
But, today is one week until the turkey trot. So, I'm taking it easy on the hard runs, and just trying to keep up. Honestly, I just want to quit until the race, but I know that isn't good. I'm not sure me and running are a good fix. I'm absolutely drenched in sweat by the time I'm done, and I'm breathing like I'm having a heart attack. But, I'm running. And it's something that 3 months ago I never thought I would be able to do.
Jeff's grandfather was very ill a few weeks ago, and we drove into WV to visit with him. On the way home, we hit a deer. I hit a deer. We're amazed we made it home - as we were still 3 hours from home and the van had substantial damage. I've had more than one person ask me if I kept the deer. Um... no. Tho venison is nice, I don't know how to field dress a deer. A guy who lived in the house beside where it happened came running out to help when he heard the collision. He offered to help put it in our van to take it home. I can only imagine what the kids would have thought of that! Jeff offered to put it in his truck, but he refused. It was somewhat odd.
But, my car is now fixed, and has a new grill with chrome on it! It's an upgrade from our old grill. Bling bling. When we went into WV the next weekend to visit Jeff's family - his grandfather passed away on 10/30- I went thru that section of road at about 40mph. I was scanning the road constantly. My heart was beating faster. It was like I had PTSD. But, we're traveled those roads for years, and never hit anything. And likely, will never hit anything again, so I've just got to come to terms with it.
I've run 3.2 miles three times in the past two weeks. I did not die. I wanted to see what my time was, so I could know what my realistic time should be at the turkey trot. My third time was almost 3 minutes slower than my first time, which seems odd. I talked to the running coach at the Y, and I'm overtraining. I'm taking classes, running - too much. So, I cut out cycling. I'm not running every other day like you should in the couch to 5k program. I'm running sprints one day a week instead of a full run. I'm done with the 9 week program anyway - where you are running for 30 minutes. So, she wanted me to do some other stuff. Still run, but just not for 30 minutes. I was exhausting myself. And my legs feel it. My butt too. It jiggles when I run. Baby Got Back came on my music mix one day as I was running and I thought it was my theme song.
But, today is one week until the turkey trot. So, I'm taking it easy on the hard runs, and just trying to keep up. Honestly, I just want to quit until the race, but I know that isn't good. I'm not sure me and running are a good fix. I'm absolutely drenched in sweat by the time I'm done, and I'm breathing like I'm having a heart attack. But, I'm running. And it's something that 3 months ago I never thought I would be able to do.
Jeff's grandfather was very ill a few weeks ago, and we drove into WV to visit with him. On the way home, we hit a deer. I hit a deer. We're amazed we made it home - as we were still 3 hours from home and the van had substantial damage. I've had more than one person ask me if I kept the deer. Um... no. Tho venison is nice, I don't know how to field dress a deer. A guy who lived in the house beside where it happened came running out to help when he heard the collision. He offered to help put it in our van to take it home. I can only imagine what the kids would have thought of that! Jeff offered to put it in his truck, but he refused. It was somewhat odd.
But, my car is now fixed, and has a new grill with chrome on it! It's an upgrade from our old grill. Bling bling. When we went into WV the next weekend to visit Jeff's family - his grandfather passed away on 10/30- I went thru that section of road at about 40mph. I was scanning the road constantly. My heart was beating faster. It was like I had PTSD. But, we're traveled those roads for years, and never hit anything. And likely, will never hit anything again, so I've just got to come to terms with it.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Blah.
Been feeling blah lately. Jeff's grandfather is doing very poorly, and think its just a matter of days before he passes. Tho, we thought that two weeks ago, and he made it two weeks.
On the way home from WV for the visit, I hit a deer. Completely messed up my car, and scared me to death. We're all ok, tho it's all Alex talked about for the next day. Not sure how we made it home, but we did. Had to get the van towed to the shop, and they'll have it for about 1.5 weeks to fix it. Until then, I'm driving around in my Jetson mobile. It's as big as a space ship, and sounds like the Jetson's cars.
I'm sick. And I'm still trying to run. I get the runner's high when I'm done, but then I get exhausted and just want to sleep all day. Today we ran for 25 minutes. And about 2.25 miles. So, we're getting there. I want to run 3.1 in under 35 minutes, so I still need to work on it. but today was the first time we went for distance and not just time. So, I'll go with it.
Jeff is on another trip tonight, and the kids are really dragging me down. My throat is killing me, so it hurts to yell, and I feel like that is all I do lately.
So blah.
On the way home from WV for the visit, I hit a deer. Completely messed up my car, and scared me to death. We're all ok, tho it's all Alex talked about for the next day. Not sure how we made it home, but we did. Had to get the van towed to the shop, and they'll have it for about 1.5 weeks to fix it. Until then, I'm driving around in my Jetson mobile. It's as big as a space ship, and sounds like the Jetson's cars.
I'm sick. And I'm still trying to run. I get the runner's high when I'm done, but then I get exhausted and just want to sleep all day. Today we ran for 25 minutes. And about 2.25 miles. So, we're getting there. I want to run 3.1 in under 35 minutes, so I still need to work on it. but today was the first time we went for distance and not just time. So, I'll go with it.
Jeff is on another trip tonight, and the kids are really dragging me down. My throat is killing me, so it hurts to yell, and I feel like that is all I do lately.
So blah.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
I think I can... I think I can.
So, today I am officially signing up for the 5K on Thanksgiving. I am very excited about it. Tho, I feel kind of weird getting all excited about 3 miles. I mean, didn't our parents walk 3 miles up hill everyday to school? But we are talking about old, overweight Cindy running 3 miles. Something I never thought would ever happen.
I'm training with 2 friends. We meet MWF and run. Yesterday we warmed up, then ran for 8 minutes, walked for 5, then ran for 8 - tho it was probably closer to 10 because somehow I hit the pause button on my phone! Can you believe it? Me... running for 8 minutes, and being ok. Yes, toward the end I was more shuffling than running, but I never walked. I kept going. And it felt amazing. Runners high maybe?
I just feel.... I don't know. I am just feeling good about myself. And that doesn't happen very often.
Alex is amazing me with the things he is learning in school. Homework started this week. He was a list of things to do for the week, and we have from Monday until Friday to get them done. So, when he gets home from school, he can play/watch tv, then we have dinner and then we do homework after dinner. He is working on the letter S, so we had to color a picture of S words, cut out pictures that start with S in the newspaper - He cut out a Steeler! HaHa. He had to count as high as he could, and then we did heads/tails with a coin and counted which had more, which had less. He knows how to tally - where you draw 4 lines and then cross them to make the 5th line. I just am amazed at what he is learning.
And I still wish I could be in his room all day. I just want to see what he does. At dinner we talk about his school day and what he learned, but I know I am missing out on fun stuff he is doing. I told the teacher at his conference that I would love to volunteer in his class. So I need to make some time to do that.
On Thursday, we met Paula Deen! I love her, and her southern accent. Her hair was as big as it is on tv, and she was just as sweet. She played high five with Alex and kept saying - you're missing sugah! It was so cute. But since she was playing with him, I didn't really get to talk to her. But, now I have a signed book from her. It's probably the first non-Star Trek person I've gotten a real autograph from. Except Barry Williams when I was in college. :)
I'm training with 2 friends. We meet MWF and run. Yesterday we warmed up, then ran for 8 minutes, walked for 5, then ran for 8 - tho it was probably closer to 10 because somehow I hit the pause button on my phone! Can you believe it? Me... running for 8 minutes, and being ok. Yes, toward the end I was more shuffling than running, but I never walked. I kept going. And it felt amazing. Runners high maybe?
I just feel.... I don't know. I am just feeling good about myself. And that doesn't happen very often.
Alex is amazing me with the things he is learning in school. Homework started this week. He was a list of things to do for the week, and we have from Monday until Friday to get them done. So, when he gets home from school, he can play/watch tv, then we have dinner and then we do homework after dinner. He is working on the letter S, so we had to color a picture of S words, cut out pictures that start with S in the newspaper - He cut out a Steeler! HaHa. He had to count as high as he could, and then we did heads/tails with a coin and counted which had more, which had less. He knows how to tally - where you draw 4 lines and then cross them to make the 5th line. I just am amazed at what he is learning.
And I still wish I could be in his room all day. I just want to see what he does. At dinner we talk about his school day and what he learned, but I know I am missing out on fun stuff he is doing. I told the teacher at his conference that I would love to volunteer in his class. So I need to make some time to do that.
On Thursday, we met Paula Deen! I love her, and her southern accent. Her hair was as big as it is on tv, and she was just as sweet. She played high five with Alex and kept saying - you're missing sugah! It was so cute. But since she was playing with him, I didn't really get to talk to her. But, now I have a signed book from her. It's probably the first non-Star Trek person I've gotten a real autograph from. Except Barry Williams when I was in college. :)
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