Monday, May 13, 2013
I finished another half marathon this weekend. This is one I have never done but had heard lots of good feedback on. What could be better than running on Mother's day weekend with a bunch of other awesome women?? I love running races because I somehow feel a connection with other runners. I know how hard they have worked to be there because I myself have worked hard to be there. I was worried going into it because when we woke up the morning of the race it was already 62 degrees out and calling for a high of 85. I ran with my friends Tammy and Alexis. I loved being with them. It made the time fly by. The race itself was one of the very best races I have ever ran. Not in terms of getting a PR, but just because I felt great. I never felt like I was running out of gas (which is usually how I feel by mile 10.)Tammy has been training for a marathon and so I have been running 12's and 13's with her for the past month and I believe that is what made this run so much more enjoyable. I coulda/shoulda pushed myself harder but I just felt so good that I wanted to savor it. I finished in 1:56:32. An 8:53 pace. I will run this again in a heart beat. Thanks girls for making the time fly by. You both inspire me.
I think being a mom means loving it even when you hate it. I used to hate smelly diapers. I changed them day in and day out. Year after year, day after day. Now I have no babies in diapers, and what do you know? I miss it terribly. I miss silly things. Just this very night my kids asked why we never drink Vitamin D milk. I told them because it's disgusting and creamy and not okay. But then I remembered that the only time I ever had it in the house was for my 1 year olds. Again, I missed it. I have determined that I will never stop missing it. But this is good news. This means that I absolutely and positively love being a mother. I love the good. I love the bad. I love the ugly. I have a loving Heavenly father that guides me as I try to teach them. I couldn't do it on my own. I rely on him in every step I make, and ask him to help me be more patient when I am not. Mother's day was a good day for me. Thank you husband. Thank you children. You make my life beautiful.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
This is hypothetical before and after. *Mel happy* is me before I decided to run the scary grueling tough mudder race, and the *mel scared* is me ever since I signed up (which was a year ago.) I'm surprised I don't have an ulcer from all this worry. I knew going into it that fear would be my biggest opponent. I get scared of lots of strange things. I don't like tight spaces, I don't like having my feet off the ground (especially above water) and I don't like getting cold or shocked. Ooops...all of the above is what tough mudder race series is all about. Crap. Still trying to figure out why I decided to do this in the 1st place and now I have only one month before the race. Crap again. If you pass me on the street and see the *mel scared* please reassure me with lots of lies that everything will be just fine and have absolutely no need to be afraid. That will help a bunch. Crap, crap, crap, crap.....okay I'll stop.
Dearest little Grace Elisabeth. I thought after having 3 precious boys that dad and I no longer knew how to create girls. I really wanted to experience that again, so when we went in for an unltrasound while pregnant with you, and I was told you were a girl...I cried. On the way home that day (in December 2006) the radio was playing "It's the most wonderful time of the year." That felt so true for me at that moment. When you decided to enter this world, you came out crying your sweet little heart out. You seemed scared and unhappy with the whole thing. You cried all night long. I started to think you were going to be a very naughty baby. But to my surprise, we brought you home from the hospital and you didn't cry anymore. In fact you hardly ever cried about anything, ever. You were always happy and content. To this day, you are happy and content, and loveable beyond words. We love you for everything you are Grace. Happy birthday to our sweet 6 year old.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
I followed Chris to his continuing ed courses in Redmond. I haven't done this in a long time. It was a short and sweet trip, but we had a blast. Chris was gone most of the time, but during the day, we did racquetball, volleyball, swimming, and hot tubbing. They even had a game room for pool and air hockey. I loved spending a getaway with the kids. Chris would come home in the evening and spend time with us. We took the kids out to eat, and now that they are all getting older...going out is soooo much more enjoyable. I love my sweet family. Time with them is my favorite kind of time.
I love ricecakes. I don't remember tons of health foods being inforced at our hosue, but something we had often, was ricecakes. I picked some up from the store the other day, covered it in pb and j, and I gotta tell ya...it was delicious. Scarlett ate every last bite. Yes, I know...I'm making a healthy snack unhealthy, but boy was it worth it.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
So, we had gamenight at our house the other night where a bunch of friends get together for games. My friend had the idea to do a hoola hoop contest. I haven't tried a hoola hoop in I don't even know how many years. I tried it and realized I may just have a hidden talent. I kept it up for one minute at gamenight and everyone said "Ok, ok, we get the picture"..so I put it away. But then later I started asking myself "How long could I keep this thing up?" So, the kids and I decided to turn on some music, turn on a timer and let me hoola away. 5 minutes went by and I got pretty excited. 15 went by and I couldn't believe it. (I don't have very many talents, so you can imagine my excitement." by 20 minutes the kids started asking "can we be done with this?" I of course said no way! And here's the thing...the longer I kept it up the more
invested obsessed I became in the whole thing. Finally at 55 minutes of still going, I told the kids I would stop at one hour. One hour came and I kept to my promise and stopped. I left foot imprints in my carpet and I was sweating like a crazy person. I then said to myself "yes, I have a new talent, but too bad it's completelyand utterly useless in every possible way to me." Oh well...you take what you can get.