I never thought time could move any faster than it already did. Apparently, when you add a job to the mix, time really picks up the pace. How in the world did we already hit the first day of Fall? We are three quarters of the way through September! The kids' teachers are already talking about getting signed up for the first Parent/Teacher conferences. Have they even had enough time to get to know my kids? I feel like the first day was just yesterday!
In other news, I am LOVING my job. It is the perfect fit for me in the time department, it just right challenge wise, teaching only science has made my days teaching so much fun, and I'm finding it's a perfect balance for me as far as being a mom, wife, and teacher. So in summary: I'm praising God for His provision and goodness to me.
The Girl got a part in a local production of Beauty and the Beast. She will be playing Gaston, which we are still laughing about over a week later. My quiet, girly, peace keeping, people pleasing girl will be playing a loud, boisterous, arrogant, bossy, mean-spirited, MAN. We've decided this is a great time to learn about how to stretch ourselves. It's not called acting for nothing!
The Little Man is getting ready to run his first cross country race this weekend. He was training for the mile, but came home from practice this week and announced he signed up for the mile and a half race. Well. Okay. It should be interesting. He does love to run, though. I love that!
The Hubs and I have been moving forward with our plans for a new future business. I became a CEO this week, we got our tax stuff set up, and we bought our first property. I'm keeping the details a bit sparse on purpose. First, I would like to see some things develop before getting too attached, and also, I'm not sure exactly of all the details, the vision, etc. I'm sure you're thinking, "Well, that's kind of irresponsible!", as I'm sure it sounds that way. The truth is, from the inception of the idea to where we are now, there have been some twists and turns. The final idea and goal has remained somewhat the same, but getting there has been interesting. So, instead of firmly planting our stakes into the ground, I'm trying to be very flexible and let God lead this where He would like it to go. James 4:13-16 is rolling around in my head as I type this. "13 Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” 14 Why,
you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You
are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. 15 Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.” 16 As it is, you boast in your arrogant schemes. All such boasting is evil." (NIV)
It's a very busy season in life. I'm sure I'll look back at these days with thankfulness and fondness. I can't wait to see what we harvest!
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Saturday, September 21, 2013
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Did You Know?
Did you know, since the last time I wrote:
That's what has been going on in our tiny corner of the world!
- I've been abnormally and insanely busy. Seriously, there are days that I clock in at about 5:00 am and don't clock out again until 10:00. I have been busy volunteering at the kids' school for the most part. That and taking pictures of other people's families. People like to have that fall picture for their Christmas cards! I do love seeing people and catching up with their families after a year since their last session.
- The Girl landed the role of The White Queen in the school's production of Through the Looking Glass. It is the part that she wanted and she was over the moon with excitement when she found out. She has done a really great job at learning all of her lines, and I've enjoyed running through her script with her on occasion. Also, I might have been destined to be an acting coach. I feel like I really rock at interpreting the mood and feelings of the White Queen, and then helping The Girl make adjustments where necessary. So, I'm either going to be an acting coach or a professional bike rider when I grow up. It's hard to say.
- The Little Man had four teeth pulled, two cavities filled, and three sealants all in one dental visit. He did really well and recovered pretty quickly. It was perfect that we had all of this done so close to Halloween because he truly looks like a walking Jack-o-lantern. We recently had some family pictures taken, and The Little Man and I had a small coaching session before hand, using a mirror, so we could make sure our smiles were right. He did great.
- Our dog had a bladder infection. I don't want to discuss how the vet suggested we get a urine sample.
- On a recent field trip with The Little Man to Miller Farms, I collected so many potatoes, carrots, onions, and corn cobs that they couldn't fit in my fridge. My master plan was that I would be making all of these veggies into a wonderful soup. After making three soups and only using a third of the veggies, I gave up. Well, technically, the veggies are still on my back deck. It's been cold enough that I figured it would be just like they were in my fridge, right? I'm sure the potatoes are still good. Eventually, I'll make potato chowder.
- My nesting phase officially came to a screeching halt about 2.2 seconds after my last post. Therefore, while we may be on Fall Break this week, there will be no painting of The Little Man's room. He hasn't asked yet, so I think I'm in the clear. The only problem is that I have hung the new curtains up (because the old ones literally fell off the wall), and they match the way the new room will look, not the current room. Oh well. No one goes upstairs anyway, right?
- The Little Man reached his goal of running 40 miles this season at run club. True to The Little Man's competitive personality, as soon as he reached it, he wanted to know if I thought it was possible for him to reach 50 miles by the end of the week...I'm proud of him for reaching his goal.
- The Girl may be growing out of Halloween. We still haven't found a costume for her this year, and she isn't too concerned. When we've gone out looking, she's totally uninterested in the options. For right now, she is saying she'll just be whatever she was last year. While I'd like to buy this, because it will save me serious cash, I just don't. I go between feeling sad that she thinks she is too old for Halloween, and feeling like I'm being tricked. I feel like when Halloween actually gets here, she's going to freak out about how she, "Can't be the same thing as I was last year, MOM!" We shall see...
That's what has been going on in our tiny corner of the world!
Monday, April 4, 2011
I Would Call it Writer's Block, but...
I don't know if I really qualify as a writer. Nope. Pretty sure that someone who rambles in an unorganized fashion, sprinkles her ideas with commas and other random punctuation, is completely incompetent at spelling, and only "writes" about three or four times a month is most certainly not a "writer". However, I will say I am suffering from a severe case of "Writers Block". Life is most certainly happening all around me, I just am not sure how to put words to what I take in every day.
Good thing I am doing Scripture Memory this year. That gets me here at least twice a month.
Even if I'm not punctual about it.
So here goes the first memory verse of April 2011.
(Can I just add, that with spring springing up all over the place, and with Easter coming up in a few short weeks, I can't help but think about the "newness" of everything. New life. Doesn't it sound amazing! My prayer right now is that God would bring new life into our home this month.)
So, back with the memory verse. Since I am longing for newness, I think this is appropriate:
"Patient endurance it what you need now, so you will continue to do God's will. Then you will receive all that he has promised." -Hebrews 10:36 NLT
Patient endurance.
I can't help but relate this to running. While I am no marathoner, I have run a few races in the last five years, and in the past year, I have been able to complete a couple of half marathons. Running does not come easy for me. In fact, I find myself nursing some sort of injury quite frequently. Also, I am not fast. Not even a little. I'd like to think that I am made for distance and not for speed, however, the injury thing usually creeps in at some point and hampers those aspirations as well.
It's hard to understand why I would even enjoy running at all. There really should be no part of me that does. However, I do. It's hard, I physically shouldn't be able to do it at all, it takes a lot of effort, but, quite frankly, there is an immense satisfaction that comes from triumphing over it all and completing a distance I didn't think was even possible.
Patient endurance.
This verse wasn't chosen because I am preparing for a race. No, I chose it because I feel as though I have been in a race for the past four-ish months now. I won't tell a lie and say that I am feeling like the finish line is around the corner, and I can just sprint it out. Instead, I'm not sure where the finish line is. There is a large temptation to stop running, and maybe walk. Just a little bit. Just so I can catch my breath. Maybe take a swig or two off my water bottle.
Something I've learned while training for longer distances: Once you go a certain distance, if you stop, you won't start back up again. Even if you think you could pull out a few more miles if you just stopped, walked a little, took a little drink, you won't. You will just walk. Which actually isn't the end of the world if you are training. If you are in a race, though, especially one that you paid for, it's not ideal. There's something about walking across a finish line that doesn't sit well with me.
Unless, of course, you signed up for a walk. Then you're all good.
While I am not in an actual race, this time in my life feels like a race. I didn't sign up for it, but I am not walking across the finish line.
Trust me, the temptation is there. I've thought about it a time or two, and even slowed my stride to an almost walk. A "wog" if you will.
God has called me to this "race" to do His will. While I have said that He is my God and I am His servant in the past many times, those words have never felt heavier than during this time. I've had to actually live them out. As a servant, I have been given this portion, and I will say "Yes, Lord."
Please don't think I think that any of this is easy. It's not. I also have often thought about those who God calls to run an even harder, longer race than he has given me. There are so many, and the suffering is so great. God's will for our lives is not always easy, but it is always for our good and the good of His kingdom, and He is there with us for every step.
As I have "raced" these past few months, God has been gracious in revealing so many wonderful things to me about Himself. He has also made me more aware of His promises. They are more than I can imagine, and far more than I deserve. So, the last part of that verse is crucial.
Why would I not give into the temptations to walk, or quit altogether? "Then you will receive all that he has promised."
That kind of reward, is better than any race medal I've ever received.
Good thing I am doing Scripture Memory this year. That gets me here at least twice a month.
Even if I'm not punctual about it.
So here goes the first memory verse of April 2011.
(Can I just add, that with spring springing up all over the place, and with Easter coming up in a few short weeks, I can't help but think about the "newness" of everything. New life. Doesn't it sound amazing! My prayer right now is that God would bring new life into our home this month.)
So, back with the memory verse. Since I am longing for newness, I think this is appropriate:
"Patient endurance it what you need now, so you will continue to do God's will. Then you will receive all that he has promised." -Hebrews 10:36 NLT
Patient endurance.
I can't help but relate this to running. While I am no marathoner, I have run a few races in the last five years, and in the past year, I have been able to complete a couple of half marathons. Running does not come easy for me. In fact, I find myself nursing some sort of injury quite frequently. Also, I am not fast. Not even a little. I'd like to think that I am made for distance and not for speed, however, the injury thing usually creeps in at some point and hampers those aspirations as well.
It's hard to understand why I would even enjoy running at all. There really should be no part of me that does. However, I do. It's hard, I physically shouldn't be able to do it at all, it takes a lot of effort, but, quite frankly, there is an immense satisfaction that comes from triumphing over it all and completing a distance I didn't think was even possible.
Patient endurance.
This verse wasn't chosen because I am preparing for a race. No, I chose it because I feel as though I have been in a race for the past four-ish months now. I won't tell a lie and say that I am feeling like the finish line is around the corner, and I can just sprint it out. Instead, I'm not sure where the finish line is. There is a large temptation to stop running, and maybe walk. Just a little bit. Just so I can catch my breath. Maybe take a swig or two off my water bottle.
Something I've learned while training for longer distances: Once you go a certain distance, if you stop, you won't start back up again. Even if you think you could pull out a few more miles if you just stopped, walked a little, took a little drink, you won't. You will just walk. Which actually isn't the end of the world if you are training. If you are in a race, though, especially one that you paid for, it's not ideal. There's something about walking across a finish line that doesn't sit well with me.
Unless, of course, you signed up for a walk. Then you're all good.
While I am not in an actual race, this time in my life feels like a race. I didn't sign up for it, but I am not walking across the finish line.
Trust me, the temptation is there. I've thought about it a time or two, and even slowed my stride to an almost walk. A "wog" if you will.
God has called me to this "race" to do His will. While I have said that He is my God and I am His servant in the past many times, those words have never felt heavier than during this time. I've had to actually live them out. As a servant, I have been given this portion, and I will say "Yes, Lord."
Please don't think I think that any of this is easy. It's not. I also have often thought about those who God calls to run an even harder, longer race than he has given me. There are so many, and the suffering is so great. God's will for our lives is not always easy, but it is always for our good and the good of His kingdom, and He is there with us for every step.
As I have "raced" these past few months, God has been gracious in revealing so many wonderful things to me about Himself. He has also made me more aware of His promises. They are more than I can imagine, and far more than I deserve. So, the last part of that verse is crucial.
Why would I not give into the temptations to walk, or quit altogether? "Then you will receive all that he has promised."
That kind of reward, is better than any race medal I've ever received.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
This Time It Was On Purpose
Yup, I realize it's been a few days. I did that on purpose, though. I thought it was more important spend these last few days with the fam than it was for me to blog.
Turns out, I was right.
I have really enjoyed the last few days with everyone, despite the holiday stress.
Thursday was a wonderful Thanksgiving. I couldn't really complain about too much. First, I am thankful that I didn't have to host this year. Second, since The Hubs went and played flag football in the annual Turkey Bowl our church has, I got to do whatever I wanted to that morning.
Well, you know, with two kids in toe.
So, I popped in a movie and hopped on the treadmill for some pre-damage control. Which leads me to my next stop: Third, I am thankful for my Mom's caramel corn. It's the best stuff ever. I am also thankful for taco dip and spinach dip. I also love me a good french onion dip. Really, just give me a dip. Fourth, I am thankful that I completely avoided stuffing myself the entire day. I really hate that feeling of eating too much, and so I was trying to be very conscious of how full I was getting through out the day, and making sure I didn't over do it. I am desperately trying to live in the Land of Moderation these days. It's an interesting and eye opening place to visit, but I haven't quite settled in yet. And lastly, of course, I was very thankful to be surrounded by my family and extended family all day long.
Yesterday, I was very thankful that I decided to forgo Black Friday shopping. It just didn't seem necessary this year. Maybe it was the Land of Moderation beckoning me, or just that I didn't seem to care too much about getting out in the crowds. Whatever it was, sleeping in and going out for breakfast instead turned out to be quite wonderful. I did do a little shopping after breakfast, but nothing too crazy. I came home after a couple of hours and The Hubs had gotten out all of our Christmas decorations. That's where I lived for the rest of the day. Chest deep in Christmas decor. Our house looks like a bomb went off. Hopefully, tomorrow that will all change as I finish and clean. I thought about the Land of Moderation a few times during this whole decorating extravaganza, but the kids' excitement has kept me from packing all away.
Which leads me to today. Today, I finally got to the Family Tree (we have two trees, one that is decorated with coordinating decor, and our Family Tree). The Family Christmas Tree has ornaments either for or made by each child for each Christmas they have celebrated. It also has ornaments on it for The Hubs and I. We bought the tree the first Christmas we were married, and it holds a lot of family memories of Christmases past. It is so fun to decorate as we go through all the ornaments and remember when we got them and why we chose that ornament that year.
As we were getting ready to get started, The Hubs was fluffing the bow that goes on the top (Oh, he is SO excited I just shared that he is the bow-fluffer!), and the bow fell apart. Completely. We tried to fix it, but as I was working on it, it came to my mind that the poor bow as been stored and used for TEN years now. We decided to let the bow go to where ever bows go to when they die, and find a new tree topper.
Well, as you can imagine, this impromptu trip to buy a new topper put a little stress into my day. I was not planning on doing this, and I really wasn't sure what kind of topper I wanted. The whole fam came with so we could all choose which topper we wanted, but ultimately the final decision was going to be made by me. I'm embarrassed to share this, but I was stressed. I wanted the tree to look so special. It's our family tree! Then I got a little whisper in my ear, "This is supposed to be fun! The kids don't care what kind of topper the tree has or what ribbon goes around it, they just want to spend time going through ornaments and decorating." It was just one of those moments where you remember what you are supposed to be focusing on, and making everything look perfect, wasn't it. Today, I am thankful for remembering to be in the moment, and have fun.
Oh, and the tree? I think it looks pretty darn perfect.
Turns out, I was right.
I have really enjoyed the last few days with everyone, despite the holiday stress.
Thursday was a wonderful Thanksgiving. I couldn't really complain about too much. First, I am thankful that I didn't have to host this year. Second, since The Hubs went and played flag football in the annual Turkey Bowl our church has, I got to do whatever I wanted to that morning.
Well, you know, with two kids in toe.
So, I popped in a movie and hopped on the treadmill for some pre-damage control. Which leads me to my next stop: Third, I am thankful for my Mom's caramel corn. It's the best stuff ever. I am also thankful for taco dip and spinach dip. I also love me a good french onion dip. Really, just give me a dip. Fourth, I am thankful that I completely avoided stuffing myself the entire day. I really hate that feeling of eating too much, and so I was trying to be very conscious of how full I was getting through out the day, and making sure I didn't over do it. I am desperately trying to live in the Land of Moderation these days. It's an interesting and eye opening place to visit, but I haven't quite settled in yet. And lastly, of course, I was very thankful to be surrounded by my family and extended family all day long.
Yesterday, I was very thankful that I decided to forgo Black Friday shopping. It just didn't seem necessary this year. Maybe it was the Land of Moderation beckoning me, or just that I didn't seem to care too much about getting out in the crowds. Whatever it was, sleeping in and going out for breakfast instead turned out to be quite wonderful. I did do a little shopping after breakfast, but nothing too crazy. I came home after a couple of hours and The Hubs had gotten out all of our Christmas decorations. That's where I lived for the rest of the day. Chest deep in Christmas decor. Our house looks like a bomb went off. Hopefully, tomorrow that will all change as I finish and clean. I thought about the Land of Moderation a few times during this whole decorating extravaganza, but the kids' excitement has kept me from packing all away.
Which leads me to today. Today, I finally got to the Family Tree (we have two trees, one that is decorated with coordinating decor, and our Family Tree). The Family Christmas Tree has ornaments either for or made by each child for each Christmas they have celebrated. It also has ornaments on it for The Hubs and I. We bought the tree the first Christmas we were married, and it holds a lot of family memories of Christmases past. It is so fun to decorate as we go through all the ornaments and remember when we got them and why we chose that ornament that year.
As we were getting ready to get started, The Hubs was fluffing the bow that goes on the top (Oh, he is SO excited I just shared that he is the bow-fluffer!), and the bow fell apart. Completely. We tried to fix it, but as I was working on it, it came to my mind that the poor bow as been stored and used for TEN years now. We decided to let the bow go to where ever bows go to when they die, and find a new tree topper.
Well, as you can imagine, this impromptu trip to buy a new topper put a little stress into my day. I was not planning on doing this, and I really wasn't sure what kind of topper I wanted. The whole fam came with so we could all choose which topper we wanted, but ultimately the final decision was going to be made by me. I'm embarrassed to share this, but I was stressed. I wanted the tree to look so special. It's our family tree! Then I got a little whisper in my ear, "This is supposed to be fun! The kids don't care what kind of topper the tree has or what ribbon goes around it, they just want to spend time going through ornaments and decorating." It was just one of those moments where you remember what you are supposed to be focusing on, and making everything look perfect, wasn't it. Today, I am thankful for remembering to be in the moment, and have fun.
Oh, and the tree? I think it looks pretty darn perfect.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Friday, Running, and a Horrible Movie
There are a few things I am thankful for today. Let me count the ways:
1. Hello, Friday! I am so thankful for you! For whatever reason the last two weeks have been a little extra exhausting. I am so thankful for the week to come to a close and have the entire weekend to spend with my family. Having the chance to sleep a bit longer on Saturday mornings beckons me all week long, and finally, I've arrived!
2. I am thankful for a chance to go for a long run with my Hubby today. I am thankful that we share this common interest, and sometimes he will agree to take some time off in the middle of his work day to join me for a run. Today, he even sacrificially gave up his normal pace so that he could run beside me all six miles. It's so nice to have a running buddy, and it's even better that it's my husband.
3. I was very thankful for the movie we rented tonight to come to an end. We somehow thought that the recent Disney version of A Christmas Carol might be a good choice for a movie tonight. (Oh, that trailer seems so stinkin' innocent, doesn't it!)
WRONG!
If you have small kids don't be misled that this movie is made for kids just because it's a Disney flick. It was pretty horrible and terrifying the entire way through. There were times I turned away. Plus, the language they used was so way over the top of any child's understanding (well at least the 8 and under crowd). I know that there is a website out there that you can look movies and books up on before allowing your kids access to them. Now, if I could just remember to use it.
I'm sure tonight's sleepless night due to nightmares may just cement this fact into my mind.
1. Hello, Friday! I am so thankful for you! For whatever reason the last two weeks have been a little extra exhausting. I am so thankful for the week to come to a close and have the entire weekend to spend with my family. Having the chance to sleep a bit longer on Saturday mornings beckons me all week long, and finally, I've arrived!
2. I am thankful for a chance to go for a long run with my Hubby today. I am thankful that we share this common interest, and sometimes he will agree to take some time off in the middle of his work day to join me for a run. Today, he even sacrificially gave up his normal pace so that he could run beside me all six miles. It's so nice to have a running buddy, and it's even better that it's my husband.
3. I was very thankful for the movie we rented tonight to come to an end. We somehow thought that the recent Disney version of A Christmas Carol might be a good choice for a movie tonight. (Oh, that trailer seems so stinkin' innocent, doesn't it!)
WRONG!
If you have small kids don't be misled that this movie is made for kids just because it's a Disney flick. It was pretty horrible and terrifying the entire way through. There were times I turned away. Plus, the language they used was so way over the top of any child's understanding (well at least the 8 and under crowd). I know that there is a website out there that you can look movies and books up on before allowing your kids access to them. Now, if I could just remember to use it.
I'm sure tonight's sleepless night due to nightmares may just cement this fact into my mind.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Driving, and Luches, and Volunteer Time Oh My!
Just so we're clear, it's not for lack of material that I am not blogging very often. Oh, no. It most certainly is not. What I thought was an all time low for number of posts per month, is now going to become even lower I fear. While there is plenty to chat about here on the o'l blog, there just isn't much time to chat.
I'm sure you knew that by now. I however, am still flabbergasted day in and day out at the amount of busy that is my life. And really? There isn't too much to show for it.
Sad.
The Hubs and I started noticing something with my car lately. It seemed as though, we were constantly filling it with gas. And by constantly, I mean once a week.
Because I am quite the world traveler.
Usually, a tank will get me two to two and a half weeks. Everything I need is within a five mile radius. While some might call that boring or maybe feeling trapped in, I call it blessed. I love that everything is so close and there is little opportunity for me to have to fight off traffic to get to where I need to be. Another word I would use: convenient.
Lately, however, I have been quite the traveler. Unfortunately, it's primarily all been done in that same five mile radius. Having two kids in two different schools and on two different schedules equals more car time. Add to that errands, errands, a few activities, appointments, and then a few more errands and BOOM, there you have it. I feel like I am never out of the car some days.
I always thought that when the kids were in school I would have all this time that I would have to fill. I thought maybe I would go back to work (Doing what, I have no idea because what I wouldn't be doing is teaching. How people are able to be parents and teachers at the same time BLOWS MY MIND. That's a whole lot of "kid" in one day. The thought of picking up the ol' lesson planner gives me the willies. Of course, there is always Been Blessed (at least that is what the plan was), but WOW! Running your own business takes a TON of time. Especially when said business is run exclusively by yourself.). However, what I am finding, at least right now, is that when your kids are in school, you don't have more time, you have less time. It feels much more busy now than it ever has.
So what are we spending our time on? Well, as most mom's of school aged children will say, it's a lot of little things that add up to a whole bunch of time. Things like:
1. Driving. If your kids don't go to a neighborhood school or are attending a preschool, where there is no bus service provided, you are taking your sweet little cherubs to and from school. Everyday. Since The Girl's school is a charter school, no one takes the bus. Everyone is driven to school. That means there is a carpool lane. That wraps around the entire school and neighboring neighborhood. And you must wait your turn in it.
2. Lunches and snacks. Yes, The Girl's school does provide a hot lunch everyday, however, they are not that affordable, and the quality of food is only so-so. So while she does order lunch about once a week, there are all the other days of the week that we must pack. The Little Man's pre-school does not provide lunch at all. He must pack everyday. And don't forget the snacks and the water bottles! OH! and The Little Man? Yes, my sweet little boy. He will not touch lunch or snack if he thinks it has gotten too hot in his lunch box (honestly, I can't say I don't blame him. The thought of a warm turkey sandwich with mayo on it makes me want to gag, too). So, we have ice packs for all lunch boxes and snack packs. Once we ensure that everyone will have a lunch and snack that will both a) stay the proper temperature and b) not leak all over everything (remember the water bottles!) we are ready roll.
3. Homework. I really don't need to write too much here do I? Honestly, the amount of homework given to kids these days is a bit ridiculous. Maybe it's just me? Being a former teacher, I do understand the value of homework. Really, I do. However. The Girl is only seven, and just like all humans, she will only be seven for one year. I don't know. I just think she should be able to come home and play a few days a week. I will say a few things, though. First, the amount of homework really isn't too bad about 90% of the time. Second, we are getting into a better routine and having a better attitude about it which is about 95% of the battle.
Secondly, on Thursday, The Girl brought home an invitation she had gotten from the Math club at school. Apparently, they would like to put together Math teams from grades 2-6 and participate in a Math competition at the end of the year. She was invited to join the team. Of course, I was very proud of her and excited at the thought of her doing something extra curricular that would boost her self confidence. She didn't feel the same way. At all.
I think her exact words were, "I think this is about the dumbest thing they could have ever asked me to do! I would never want to do anything like this ever in my whole life! What are they thinking!?!"
I still have the invitation.
Clearly, I cannot (and should not) force her to do anything that she feels that strongly about, but on the other hand, I really think it would be so good for her.
I really have to start wrapping my head (and heart) around the fact that just because someone is really good at something doesn't mean that they like doing it.
4. Volunteer time. Right now, my volunteer time is at a minimum. And, yes, I feel like a major slacker. I do get into the school, though, and I will be doing more in the next few weeks ahead. For some reason, right now, an hour a week feels like I am donating half my day. And that is just for The Girl's school. When The Little Man's school even looks like they are coming after me looking for a volunteer, I panic and run. Sad, I know. I have rationalized though that it is justpre-school *ahem* Jr K, and we will only be at that school for one year.
5. Speaking of running and school, the other thing that issucking the life out of me taking up large amounts of time is running. While the kids are in school, and I am not running away from volunteering, I am still running, but for another reason. I signed up to run another half marathon in October. I know. What was I thinking? I don't really think I was thinking at all, actually. I think I went crazy for a little bit, and got all swept up in the fact that I knew quite a few people that were running the same race, the fact that it was the inaugural race for our city for this particular series of races, and that since I have already raced in this series this year, I will be getting a special medal. Because at the end of the day, it is all about the medal. *ahem* I keep telling myself that this is the last big race I am doing for a VERY long time. Of course, I think I was saying the same thing, at about the same point in training, for the last one. But this time I am SERIOUS. I mean it. Really.
I have lots of lunches, homework, driving, and volunteer time I need to be focusing on.
And maybe some more consistent blogging.
I'm sure you knew that by now. I however, am still flabbergasted day in and day out at the amount of busy that is my life. And really? There isn't too much to show for it.
Sad.
The Hubs and I started noticing something with my car lately. It seemed as though, we were constantly filling it with gas. And by constantly, I mean once a week.
Because I am quite the world traveler.
Usually, a tank will get me two to two and a half weeks. Everything I need is within a five mile radius. While some might call that boring or maybe feeling trapped in, I call it blessed. I love that everything is so close and there is little opportunity for me to have to fight off traffic to get to where I need to be. Another word I would use: convenient.
Lately, however, I have been quite the traveler. Unfortunately, it's primarily all been done in that same five mile radius. Having two kids in two different schools and on two different schedules equals more car time. Add to that errands, errands, a few activities, appointments, and then a few more errands and BOOM, there you have it. I feel like I am never out of the car some days.
I always thought that when the kids were in school I would have all this time that I would have to fill. I thought maybe I would go back to work (Doing what, I have no idea because what I wouldn't be doing is teaching. How people are able to be parents and teachers at the same time BLOWS MY MIND. That's a whole lot of "kid" in one day. The thought of picking up the ol' lesson planner gives me the willies. Of course, there is always Been Blessed (at least that is what the plan was), but WOW! Running your own business takes a TON of time. Especially when said business is run exclusively by yourself.). However, what I am finding, at least right now, is that when your kids are in school, you don't have more time, you have less time. It feels much more busy now than it ever has.
So what are we spending our time on? Well, as most mom's of school aged children will say, it's a lot of little things that add up to a whole bunch of time. Things like:
1. Driving. If your kids don't go to a neighborhood school or are attending a preschool, where there is no bus service provided, you are taking your sweet little cherubs to and from school. Everyday. Since The Girl's school is a charter school, no one takes the bus. Everyone is driven to school. That means there is a carpool lane. That wraps around the entire school and neighboring neighborhood. And you must wait your turn in it.
2. Lunches and snacks. Yes, The Girl's school does provide a hot lunch everyday, however, they are not that affordable, and the quality of food is only so-so. So while she does order lunch about once a week, there are all the other days of the week that we must pack. The Little Man's pre-school does not provide lunch at all. He must pack everyday. And don't forget the snacks and the water bottles! OH! and The Little Man? Yes, my sweet little boy. He will not touch lunch or snack if he thinks it has gotten too hot in his lunch box (honestly, I can't say I don't blame him. The thought of a warm turkey sandwich with mayo on it makes me want to gag, too). So, we have ice packs for all lunch boxes and snack packs. Once we ensure that everyone will have a lunch and snack that will both a) stay the proper temperature and b) not leak all over everything (remember the water bottles!) we are ready roll.
3. Homework. I really don't need to write too much here do I? Honestly, the amount of homework given to kids these days is a bit ridiculous. Maybe it's just me? Being a former teacher, I do understand the value of homework. Really, I do. However. The Girl is only seven, and just like all humans, she will only be seven for one year. I don't know. I just think she should be able to come home and play a few days a week. I will say a few things, though. First, the amount of homework really isn't too bad about 90% of the time. Second, we are getting into a better routine and having a better attitude about it which is about 95% of the battle.
Secondly, on Thursday, The Girl brought home an invitation she had gotten from the Math club at school. Apparently, they would like to put together Math teams from grades 2-6 and participate in a Math competition at the end of the year. She was invited to join the team. Of course, I was very proud of her and excited at the thought of her doing something extra curricular that would boost her self confidence. She didn't feel the same way. At all.
I think her exact words were, "I think this is about the dumbest thing they could have ever asked me to do! I would never want to do anything like this ever in my whole life! What are they thinking!?!"
I still have the invitation.
Clearly, I cannot (and should not) force her to do anything that she feels that strongly about, but on the other hand, I really think it would be so good for her.
I really have to start wrapping my head (and heart) around the fact that just because someone is really good at something doesn't mean that they like doing it.
4. Volunteer time. Right now, my volunteer time is at a minimum. And, yes, I feel like a major slacker. I do get into the school, though, and I will be doing more in the next few weeks ahead. For some reason, right now, an hour a week feels like I am donating half my day. And that is just for The Girl's school. When The Little Man's school even looks like they are coming after me looking for a volunteer, I panic and run. Sad, I know. I have rationalized though that it is just
5. Speaking of running and school, the other thing that is
I have lots of lunches, homework, driving, and volunteer time I need to be focusing on.
And maybe some more consistent blogging.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
And I Did it Wearing a Small Fanny Pack
Here's the deal: I realize you all are sick of hearing about the race I ran in last weekend. Also, I don't know how much more I can write about it.
Actually, truth be told, I just deleted a HUGE long post about the whole thing. I wrote this big ol' post, and then at the end, I realized that it's not the details of the race, my struggles along the way (spiritually and physically), or a daily training log I want to talk about. In fact, if I did (oh, and I tried, trust me I tried. You are thankful I deleted it), the most important message about this whole experience would be lost. In reality, most people wouldn't even have gotten to the end of the post to read what I think is the most important part of this whole experience was for me.
SO here it is:
I was able to run this race by the mercy, love, and grace of God. That's it. There is nothing more to it. It was His strength alone that carried me 13.1 miles. It was his mercy and grace that allowed me to train for over a year with little to no injury. It was His loving kindness that gently taught me during each and every run. When I would make this race bigger than what it ought to be, it was Him who tenderly and lovingly corrected me. He faithfully met me every time I hit the pavement or treadmill. He kept me safe, He encouraged me, He strengthened me, He taught me, He loved me. For this, I am am humbled and so grateful. He knew my heart's desire from the time it came to be for this race, and He freely gave it to me. I did NOTHING to deserve even one second of any of it. For those reasons alone, it is very hard for me NOT to talk or write about it. I just HAVE to tell everyone I can about how amazing God is and how much He loves us.
There have been many times, in the past month especially, that the enemy has been desperately trying to take this time away from me. In fact it still continues even today. He wants/ed nothing more than to have me quit, be discouraged, or make it about myself. When all those things failed, he still tries to do work by keeping me quiet, or if I don't keep quiet, maybe convince me to take all the credit.
He won't win.
To God's glory alone, I was able to run 13.1 miles.
Praise you Lord Jesus! Your love, grace, and mercy goes beyond all human understanding.
"However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace." -Acts 20:24
Actually, truth be told, I just deleted a HUGE long post about the whole thing. I wrote this big ol' post, and then at the end, I realized that it's not the details of the race, my struggles along the way (spiritually and physically), or a daily training log I want to talk about. In fact, if I did (oh, and I tried, trust me I tried. You are thankful I deleted it), the most important message about this whole experience would be lost. In reality, most people wouldn't even have gotten to the end of the post to read what I think is the most important part of this whole experience was for me.
SO here it is:
I was able to run this race by the mercy, love, and grace of God. That's it. There is nothing more to it. It was His strength alone that carried me 13.1 miles. It was his mercy and grace that allowed me to train for over a year with little to no injury. It was His loving kindness that gently taught me during each and every run. When I would make this race bigger than what it ought to be, it was Him who tenderly and lovingly corrected me. He faithfully met me every time I hit the pavement or treadmill. He kept me safe, He encouraged me, He strengthened me, He taught me, He loved me. For this, I am am humbled and so grateful. He knew my heart's desire from the time it came to be for this race, and He freely gave it to me. I did NOTHING to deserve even one second of any of it. For those reasons alone, it is very hard for me NOT to talk or write about it. I just HAVE to tell everyone I can about how amazing God is and how much He loves us.
There have been many times, in the past month especially, that the enemy has been desperately trying to take this time away from me. In fact it still continues even today. He wants/ed nothing more than to have me quit, be discouraged, or make it about myself. When all those things failed, he still tries to do work by keeping me quiet, or if I don't keep quiet, maybe convince me to take all the credit.
He won't win.
To God's glory alone, I was able to run 13.1 miles.
Praise you Lord Jesus! Your love, grace, and mercy goes beyond all human understanding.
"However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace." -Acts 20:24
Friday, January 15, 2010
I am Returning with Joy
I knew the day would come. I am thankful that it didn't take too long to come back to blogging because of the joy. Oh, the joy. The Doctors think that they have the shoulder thing under control, and there will be no antibiotics or craziness involved. Just a Cortisone shot and some exercises. How's that for an answer to prayer!
Right now, I am frantically trying to get everything put together/packed so I can head out of Dodge for the big race...which is totally why I am blogging. I just love to procrastinate. I am so happy at this moment. Not just to race, or get out of town, but that I have been allowed to even come this far. A half marathon may be nothing to some people, but for me it is a distance I thought was unattainable. Being riddled with injury after injury for the better part of two years, I thought I just wasn't made to run that far. Actually, I still don't think I am made to run that far, but through God's grace and mercy on me, He has allowed it.
I am so not worthy.
So today, as I was telling the kids that I was leaving for the weekend, The Little Man got upset. He was unsure who was going to sing his Baboo song to him every night. Without even skipping a beat his sister chimed in, "Don't worry buddy! While Mommy is gone, I'll come into your room and sing the Baboo song to you."
How sweet is that?
I love what a nurturing heart she has. I just hope it doesn't go away after being rejected by her brother.
The many lists are made, bags are packed, and meals organized. It's time to hit the road...running.
(I am so cheesy)
Right now, I am frantically trying to get everything put together/packed so I can head out of Dodge for the big race...which is totally why I am blogging. I just love to procrastinate. I am so happy at this moment. Not just to race, or get out of town, but that I have been allowed to even come this far. A half marathon may be nothing to some people, but for me it is a distance I thought was unattainable. Being riddled with injury after injury for the better part of two years, I thought I just wasn't made to run that far. Actually, I still don't think I am made to run that far, but through God's grace and mercy on me, He has allowed it.
I am so not worthy.
So today, as I was telling the kids that I was leaving for the weekend, The Little Man got upset. He was unsure who was going to sing his Baboo song to him every night. Without even skipping a beat his sister chimed in, "Don't worry buddy! While Mommy is gone, I'll come into your room and sing the Baboo song to you."
How sweet is that?
I love what a nurturing heart she has. I just hope it doesn't go away after being rejected by her brother.
The many lists are made, bags are packed, and meals organized. It's time to hit the road...running.
(I am so cheesy)
Monday, January 11, 2010
I Thought This Was For My Own Good **Updated at bottom**
I'm not gonna lie, I am not blogging out of guilt today, you know, since it's been a whole WEEK since I have even thought about writing anything down. No, today I am blogging out of pure nervous energy. One day, I will write out of the joy in my heart.
I promise.
Today, however, is just not that day.
Today is the day I sit and wait for a phone call from my doctor after he interprets my results from a blood test taken on Friday. Normally, I probably wouldn't be so nervous, but today is different. Depending on the results of this blood test, I will or will not get to run in a race I have been training for for close to a YEAR. I haven't mentioned this race because, well, I just didn't want to talk about it. I just wanted to train, run my best, then come back to the Ol' Blawg, and THEN tell you all about it, and how wonderful it was.
Back in September, when the media and people in general, were in mass hysterics over the H1N1 Flu and the Seasonal Flu season that was upon us I thought it might be a good idea to get our flu shots done and over with. Regardless of the hysteria this year, we (the kids and I) get our flu shots every year. Since flu season would be in the middle of a lot of training for the upcoming race and also during race time, I thought it would be a good idea to get the shot a bit earlier than normal so I wouldn't have to put off training or possibly miss the race due to being ill. So the kids and I marched off to a flu clinic that The Girl's school held.
(NOTE: The Girl? She HATES needles. So while you are reading what happens next, keep in mind that I was trying, with all my might, to keep her calm and from running away from me and the clinic being held. Therefore, I could not stop what I knew in my head seemed wrong at the time.)
In my attempts to show the kids how flu shots were no big deal, and that there was nothing to be afraid of, I opted to go first. As the nurse wiped down what felt like close to the top of my shoulder, instead of the meaty part of my upper arm, I didn't correct her because The Girl, at that moment, decided to start screaming hysterically. So as the needle went into my arm, and caused a pain like I have never felt before during a shot, instead of turning to the nurse and asking her what the heck she was doing and screaming out in pain myself, I had to turn to The Girl and The Little Man and show them how brave I was and how shots don't hurt at all. See, they had nothing to be afraid of. Meanwhile, I was enduring quite a bit of pain, you know, for a shot.
That pain? It has never ended. Still to this day, January 11th, close to FOUR MONTHS later my shoulder still hurts. I have had to give up some things that I like because of the pain and the decreased range of motion. Things like yoga, lifting weights, and oh, SLEEP. Why didn't I go to the doctor right away? Well, because I thought that there was nothing they could do. I thought that they would just say that sometimes it just takes a while for the soreness to go away from a flu shot. And then after the pain lasted a while longer, I thought they would think I was crazy, and honestly, I thought I was going crazy.
Long story short, after a few doctor visits from a few different doctors, and a MRI, they have found that my bone is inflamed meaning that it is possibly infected. Meaning I may not get to run my race. Bone infections are pretty rare and also pretty serious. Instead of running, I would be at home having IV antibiotic treatments that will last for six weeks.
Can you guess which I would rather?
After training for so long, and doing everything I can to be ready for this race, this is a hard pill to swallow. Of course, my health is my number one priority, but I can't help but think that 1) I feel fine 2) I have been training with this infection for close to four months now and 3) What's six more days? Really? It's been close to four months now. I'm not a doctor, but I would think that six more days wouldn't make too much of a difference especially since the only symptom I have is a sore shoulder.
I hate the way this has consumed my every thought, and how I walk around anxiously awaiting this phone call.
I hate that I have made this race so big.
I guess you can say, I am a bit embarrassed.
I would like to say that I am sitting comfortably and peacefully at rest under the wing of God, trusting Him with all this craziness. However, sometimes things like this reveal to you just what you lack.
***UPDATE***
The doctor called this afternoon (after my last long run before the race), and said my blood looks normal! I have a mix of emotions right now. I am elated I have been cleared to run this race, but I am confused, concerned, and annoyed that now they (the doctors) are not sure what is going on. All they know is that there is an abnormality in my bone that is of concern to them. I will see a bone specialist on Wednesday and hopefully learn more.
I am asking for prayers for the doctors I see on Wednesday. I would like prayer for clarity and understanding as to what is going on. I would also like prayer for complete healing of whatever this is.
If you have made it this far, thanks for reading my ramblings. I realize this is a bit more out of control than normal...
I promise.
Today, however, is just not that day.
Today is the day I sit and wait for a phone call from my doctor after he interprets my results from a blood test taken on Friday. Normally, I probably wouldn't be so nervous, but today is different. Depending on the results of this blood test, I will or will not get to run in a race I have been training for for close to a YEAR. I haven't mentioned this race because, well, I just didn't want to talk about it. I just wanted to train, run my best, then come back to the Ol' Blawg, and THEN tell you all about it, and how wonderful it was.
Back in September, when the media and people in general, were in mass hysterics over the H1N1 Flu and the Seasonal Flu season that was upon us I thought it might be a good idea to get our flu shots done and over with. Regardless of the hysteria this year, we (the kids and I) get our flu shots every year. Since flu season would be in the middle of a lot of training for the upcoming race and also during race time, I thought it would be a good idea to get the shot a bit earlier than normal so I wouldn't have to put off training or possibly miss the race due to being ill. So the kids and I marched off to a flu clinic that The Girl's school held.
(NOTE: The Girl? She HATES needles. So while you are reading what happens next, keep in mind that I was trying, with all my might, to keep her calm and from running away from me and the clinic being held. Therefore, I could not stop what I knew in my head seemed wrong at the time.)
In my attempts to show the kids how flu shots were no big deal, and that there was nothing to be afraid of, I opted to go first. As the nurse wiped down what felt like close to the top of my shoulder, instead of the meaty part of my upper arm, I didn't correct her because The Girl, at that moment, decided to start screaming hysterically. So as the needle went into my arm, and caused a pain like I have never felt before during a shot, instead of turning to the nurse and asking her what the heck she was doing and screaming out in pain myself, I had to turn to The Girl and The Little Man and show them how brave I was and how shots don't hurt at all. See, they had nothing to be afraid of. Meanwhile, I was enduring quite a bit of pain, you know, for a shot.
That pain? It has never ended. Still to this day, January 11th, close to FOUR MONTHS later my shoulder still hurts. I have had to give up some things that I like because of the pain and the decreased range of motion. Things like yoga, lifting weights, and oh, SLEEP. Why didn't I go to the doctor right away? Well, because I thought that there was nothing they could do. I thought that they would just say that sometimes it just takes a while for the soreness to go away from a flu shot. And then after the pain lasted a while longer, I thought they would think I was crazy, and honestly, I thought I was going crazy.
Long story short, after a few doctor visits from a few different doctors, and a MRI, they have found that my bone is inflamed meaning that it is possibly infected. Meaning I may not get to run my race. Bone infections are pretty rare and also pretty serious. Instead of running, I would be at home having IV antibiotic treatments that will last for six weeks.
Can you guess which I would rather?
After training for so long, and doing everything I can to be ready for this race, this is a hard pill to swallow. Of course, my health is my number one priority, but I can't help but think that 1) I feel fine 2) I have been training with this infection for close to four months now and 3) What's six more days? Really? It's been close to four months now. I'm not a doctor, but I would think that six more days wouldn't make too much of a difference especially since the only symptom I have is a sore shoulder.
I hate the way this has consumed my every thought, and how I walk around anxiously awaiting this phone call.
I hate that I have made this race so big.
I guess you can say, I am a bit embarrassed.
I would like to say that I am sitting comfortably and peacefully at rest under the wing of God, trusting Him with all this craziness. However, sometimes things like this reveal to you just what you lack.
***UPDATE***
The doctor called this afternoon (after my last long run before the race), and said my blood looks normal! I have a mix of emotions right now. I am elated I have been cleared to run this race, but I am confused, concerned, and annoyed that now they (the doctors) are not sure what is going on. All they know is that there is an abnormality in my bone that is of concern to them. I will see a bone specialist on Wednesday and hopefully learn more.
I am asking for prayers for the doctors I see on Wednesday. I would like prayer for clarity and understanding as to what is going on. I would also like prayer for complete healing of whatever this is.
If you have made it this far, thanks for reading my ramblings. I realize this is a bit more out of control than normal...
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Organization, Teeth, Running, and Laziness. Do you follow me?
It was a full day, and we didn't even get out of our PJ's.
I love those kind of days.
The Girl has a weird week of school (or lack there of) due to conferences, so no school for her today. The Little Man is feeling a bit under the weather, so I felt it necessary to declare a day of rest.
Which means that the kids got to watch TV, stay in their PJ's, and goof around in the house while I cleaned and organized like mad. I have found that the best time to re-organize and clean is when you don't have it on the calendar to do so. Somehow, you can really get things accomplished and keep yourself motivated to get the job done. Besides cleaning up around the living spaces, we re-organized the playroom. And when I say "we" I mean "I" cleaned up, and the kids helped me decide what went into the garbage.
Mercy.
They actually did a pretty good job of helping. Neither one of them played in the playroom for the rest of the day after that. I think they got their fill. So it remains gloriously picked up and organized even now as I type this, and they are snuggled up in their beds for the night.
The Girl's second tooth fell out today as well. As much as I still hate the fact that her teeth are out, I am glad it finally came out. It was all loose and dangly looking. Loose teeth are nauseating to me. I don't know why. When she ran up to show me that it fell out, I literally let out a smallish scream. It freaked me out for a second, and I was caught off-guard.
I need proper warning when it comes to that kind of thing.
She, of course, was ecstatic. She can hardly wait for the Tooth Fairy to make another visit tonight. She even wrote a note to her. In the note she told the Tooth Fairy that she knew when she came the last time because she could "feel her".
That is some serious bond they have after only one meeting.
After the kids went down for a rest, I got a chance to go out for a run. It was a bit cold, but so good. The sky was bright blue, the sun was shining, and the air was fresh. It just so happens that the Sister-In-Law was able to join me on this run, which aided in the joy that it brought to me. Although I ran my fastest 10k to date, Sister-In-Law was still itching for me to move it a bit faster. She is so far out of my league it isn't even funny.
After returning home and hitting a very warm shower, I decided that my PJ's had served me right all day up to this point, so why change a good thing? Back on they went.
Cozy. So very cozy.
Tomorrow it's back to the real world. No more PJ's, two Valentines parties, errands, the WORKS.
I am so thankful for my un-lazy "Lazy Day".
I love those kind of days.
The Girl has a weird week of school (or lack there of) due to conferences, so no school for her today. The Little Man is feeling a bit under the weather, so I felt it necessary to declare a day of rest.
Which means that the kids got to watch TV, stay in their PJ's, and goof around in the house while I cleaned and organized like mad. I have found that the best time to re-organize and clean is when you don't have it on the calendar to do so. Somehow, you can really get things accomplished and keep yourself motivated to get the job done. Besides cleaning up around the living spaces, we re-organized the playroom. And when I say "we" I mean "I" cleaned up, and the kids helped me decide what went into the garbage.
Mercy.
They actually did a pretty good job of helping. Neither one of them played in the playroom for the rest of the day after that. I think they got their fill. So it remains gloriously picked up and organized even now as I type this, and they are snuggled up in their beds for the night.
The Girl's second tooth fell out today as well. As much as I still hate the fact that her teeth are out, I am glad it finally came out. It was all loose and dangly looking. Loose teeth are nauseating to me. I don't know why. When she ran up to show me that it fell out, I literally let out a smallish scream. It freaked me out for a second, and I was caught off-guard.
I need proper warning when it comes to that kind of thing.
She, of course, was ecstatic. She can hardly wait for the Tooth Fairy to make another visit tonight. She even wrote a note to her. In the note she told the Tooth Fairy that she knew when she came the last time because she could "feel her".
That is some serious bond they have after only one meeting.
After the kids went down for a rest, I got a chance to go out for a run. It was a bit cold, but so good. The sky was bright blue, the sun was shining, and the air was fresh. It just so happens that the Sister-In-Law was able to join me on this run, which aided in the joy that it brought to me. Although I ran my fastest 10k to date, Sister-In-Law was still itching for me to move it a bit faster. She is so far out of my league it isn't even funny.
After returning home and hitting a very warm shower, I decided that my PJ's had served me right all day up to this point, so why change a good thing? Back on they went.
Cozy. So very cozy.
Tomorrow it's back to the real world. No more PJ's, two Valentines parties, errands, the WORKS.
I am so thankful for my un-lazy "Lazy Day".
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
My New Favorite Thing
It's only happened twice, but I have a new favorite thing.
If the weather cooperates and it is either a Tuesday or a Thursday and Hubs doesn't have any meetings/phone calls and if the moon aligns perfectly with Saturn (OK that last one is just a joke), then Hubs and I get to run together.
I run, he jogs.
I love it.
The first time we went out, he wondered why I only had one ear phone from my iPod in. I told him it was so I could hear him when we talked.
He just looked at me funny.
I should have gotten the clue right then and there. About three fourths of the way through the run, I had both of my ear buds in.
I didn't even bother today.
It doesn't bother me though. He's got his own way of running that makes conversation unnecessary. He pushes me to run harder without saying a word. The way he gives "high fives" to all high branches, stop signs, and any random pole as we go along the way, reminds me that we are having fun. Today, he even chased a flock of rabid Canadian Geese off the path in front of us because he knows my total dislike for all birds.
I didn't have to say a word.
He just saw the wicked look in their eyes, and like a Knight, burst off full speed and fought them off single-handedly.
(They might not have had rabies. But I thought that I saw one had foam around it's beak, and I definitely saw one of them looking for the veins in my neck so he/she could peck it out.)
And even though he totally could, he doesn't gloat when we get home about how he "could have gone so much faster" or "that was just a warm-up run". He just says it was fun to run with me.
Even though he only jogged.
Thanks for the run, Hubs.
If the weather cooperates and it is either a Tuesday or a Thursday and Hubs doesn't have any meetings/phone calls and if the moon aligns perfectly with Saturn (OK that last one is just a joke), then Hubs and I get to run together.
I run, he jogs.
I love it.
The first time we went out, he wondered why I only had one ear phone from my iPod in. I told him it was so I could hear him when we talked.
He just looked at me funny.
I should have gotten the clue right then and there. About three fourths of the way through the run, I had both of my ear buds in.
I didn't even bother today.
It doesn't bother me though. He's got his own way of running that makes conversation unnecessary. He pushes me to run harder without saying a word. The way he gives "high fives" to all high branches, stop signs, and any random pole as we go along the way, reminds me that we are having fun. Today, he even chased a flock of rabid Canadian Geese off the path in front of us because he knows my total dislike for all birds.
I didn't have to say a word.
He just saw the wicked look in their eyes, and like a Knight, burst off full speed and fought them off single-handedly.
(They might not have had rabies. But I thought that I saw one had foam around it's beak, and I definitely saw one of them looking for the veins in my neck so he/she could peck it out.)
And even though he totally could, he doesn't gloat when we get home about how he "could have gone so much faster" or "that was just a warm-up run". He just says it was fun to run with me.
Even though he only jogged.
Thanks for the run, Hubs.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sometimes it Takes a Good Run to Get Your Head Screwed on Right
Life is full of struggles. Some are huge, while others just seem huge at first, then with twenty- twenty-hind-sight, they seem pretty small. Some struggles you will never forget. They grow you into who you are today. Other struggles you totally forget, and something will trigger a memory from that time. During that recollection you'll think to yourself, "Wow! I totally forgot all about that. I really thought it was the end of the world when "xyz" was going on." I never want to struggle in vain, I always want to grow from pain, but I hope this time of struggle is one I can wipe clean from my memory slate.
As I ran today, I spent time trying to figure out why I continue to stumble over a very small rock in my road. I came to realize that I have been holding onto this situation with a white knuckle grip. I kept asking God to please help me. I want to move on so badly. He pressed upon my heart that I have never let go of the situation. He can't fix something I won't surrender to Him completely. All this time I have been feeling like, "Well, if I just do this one thing," and, "I won't let this happen again," and, "I'll just not say this type of thing anymore."
While I don't think that God wants me to sit back and do absolutely nothing about this particular stumbling block, I also know he can't do anything at all until I fully trust and am at peace with the fact that He is in control. Ultimately, I can only do so much. After that it's up to Him. No matter how much I want a particular result to come about, I HAVE to be OK with it not turning out the way I want it to. I have to trust that if God says "No" to me, that it's because He is planning a bigger "Yes" for me later on down the road.
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."--Romans 8:28
Each day when I surrender my life to serve Him for the day, I have to do just that: Surrender. I know that this doesn't sound like rocket science here, but I think I say I would like to work and serve according to God's will, but then I still want to complete my agenda too. There is absolutely no way my agenda can be as wonderful as the one He has already planned out for me way in advance.
"For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." --Ephesians 2:10
As I finished my run, I felt such a sense of peace. I feel like I have finally let go of this situation, and I know whatever comes about it is for my good. I know that I have a God that can conquer anything that is set before me. Struggling through something doesn't mean that He isn't there or doesn't care. Quite the opposite. It means He loves me enough to grow me. I can't complete the works He has for me without this growth. I've gotten so used to giving up when things get difficult. I use the excuse that, "It wasn't in His will for this to happen. It's just too hard." I am learning daily that hard work doesn't equal "not meant to be". It means simply, work harder! He's got something for me, but it's going to take some effort, a little sweat, maybe some tears, and a whole bunch of being on my knees before Him.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you."--Jeremiah 29:11-14
I am comforted in the fact that regardless of what happens in this particular situation, He has plans for me, and they are good.
Glory.
As I ran today, I spent time trying to figure out why I continue to stumble over a very small rock in my road. I came to realize that I have been holding onto this situation with a white knuckle grip. I kept asking God to please help me. I want to move on so badly. He pressed upon my heart that I have never let go of the situation. He can't fix something I won't surrender to Him completely. All this time I have been feeling like, "Well, if I just do this one thing," and, "I won't let this happen again," and, "I'll just not say this type of thing anymore."
While I don't think that God wants me to sit back and do absolutely nothing about this particular stumbling block, I also know he can't do anything at all until I fully trust and am at peace with the fact that He is in control. Ultimately, I can only do so much. After that it's up to Him. No matter how much I want a particular result to come about, I HAVE to be OK with it not turning out the way I want it to. I have to trust that if God says "No" to me, that it's because He is planning a bigger "Yes" for me later on down the road.
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."--Romans 8:28
Each day when I surrender my life to serve Him for the day, I have to do just that: Surrender. I know that this doesn't sound like rocket science here, but I think I say I would like to work and serve according to God's will, but then I still want to complete my agenda too. There is absolutely no way my agenda can be as wonderful as the one He has already planned out for me way in advance.
"For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." --Ephesians 2:10
As I finished my run, I felt such a sense of peace. I feel like I have finally let go of this situation, and I know whatever comes about it is for my good. I know that I have a God that can conquer anything that is set before me. Struggling through something doesn't mean that He isn't there or doesn't care. Quite the opposite. It means He loves me enough to grow me. I can't complete the works He has for me without this growth. I've gotten so used to giving up when things get difficult. I use the excuse that, "It wasn't in His will for this to happen. It's just too hard." I am learning daily that hard work doesn't equal "not meant to be". It means simply, work harder! He's got something for me, but it's going to take some effort, a little sweat, maybe some tears, and a whole bunch of being on my knees before Him.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you."--Jeremiah 29:11-14
I am comforted in the fact that regardless of what happens in this particular situation, He has plans for me, and they are good.
Glory.
Monday, October 6, 2008
I Love the Shuffle Option on my iPod
Thankfully, I was able to get out of bed on Sunday morning, and finally get back into running. It was wonderful. I had debated whether or not I should just run on the treadmill, in order to avoid the chill in the air that might push me further into hibernation mode, but I decided I would get tough and face the chill head on. I decided if I just dressed correctly, I would be just fine, and the chill might be refreshing.
I put on my running tights (full length), a long sleeve shirt with an undershirt-with-a-built-in-bra-type-thing underneath, and my headband that is wide enough to cover my ears. I was dressed for the weather. The only problem was "the weather" didn't really exist. It was actually quite nice. Some might say that it was "perfect running weather".
Oh well, I was out there, and I got it done. I am so glad that I didn't run on my treadmill. I saw some of the most beautiful scenery which was perfectly paired up with the best praise music.
I could not have chosen a better match between the gorgeous mountains, which were covered in big fluffy clouds, except for their peaks which poked out at the top, and the leaves that have changed colors (almost completely), but haven't fallen off the trees yet. All that beauty combined with lyrics like: "How great is your love? So much higher than the Heavens with faithfulness that reaches the skies" from Mercy Me. Followed by "Every time I breath I feel a little bit closer. I never want to leave I want to stay in your warm embrace. Oh basking in the glory shining off your face." by Big Daddy Weave. The best were these lyrics from Third Day: "Lord of all creation, of the water, earth, and sky The Heavens are your Tabernacle. Glory to the Lord on high. God of wonders beyond our galaxy, you are holy, holy. The universe declares your majesty you are holy, holy. Early in the morning I will celebrate the light. And when I stumble in to darkness, I will call your name by night."
It was the perfect sound track.
I barely noticed that I was running uphill for a large portion of the run...against the wind.
OK, I might have noticed just a little bit.
Even though it (the run) was tough at times, it was a good reminder that great things aren't always easy. Just because you have to work at something doesn't mean it shouldn't be. Sometimes life's biggest and best blessings cost us something. Sometimes the price is pretty small, and other times the price is unbearably big.
Sunday morning I paid the price of bearing the cooler weather, running uphill, against the wind, and a bit of exhaustion from the laziness that was the week before, but I was blessed with God's beauty and presence. A VERY small price to pay for such a huge blessing.
It's a blessing that will keep me moving, and resisting the temptations of hibernation, all week.
On a side note, and not so coincidentally, I have been working with the kids through a book that helps them to memorize Bible verses. This is the verse we memorized last week.
(I video taped it because the kids LOVE to watch themselves over and over. I thought it would be a great way for them to teach themselves, and keep them motivated.)
((In case you thought I was crazy or something.))
(((Seeing that video, though, was not what tipped you off to the craziness, was it?)))
I put on my running tights (full length), a long sleeve shirt with an undershirt-with-a-built-in-bra-type-thing underneath, and my headband that is wide enough to cover my ears. I was dressed for the weather. The only problem was "the weather" didn't really exist. It was actually quite nice. Some might say that it was "perfect running weather".
Oh well, I was out there, and I got it done. I am so glad that I didn't run on my treadmill. I saw some of the most beautiful scenery which was perfectly paired up with the best praise music.
I could not have chosen a better match between the gorgeous mountains, which were covered in big fluffy clouds, except for their peaks which poked out at the top, and the leaves that have changed colors (almost completely), but haven't fallen off the trees yet. All that beauty combined with lyrics like: "How great is your love? So much higher than the Heavens with faithfulness that reaches the skies" from Mercy Me. Followed by "Every time I breath I feel a little bit closer. I never want to leave I want to stay in your warm embrace. Oh basking in the glory shining off your face." by Big Daddy Weave. The best were these lyrics from Third Day: "Lord of all creation, of the water, earth, and sky The Heavens are your Tabernacle. Glory to the Lord on high. God of wonders beyond our galaxy, you are holy, holy. The universe declares your majesty you are holy, holy. Early in the morning I will celebrate the light. And when I stumble in to darkness, I will call your name by night."
It was the perfect sound track.
I barely noticed that I was running uphill for a large portion of the run...against the wind.
OK, I might have noticed just a little bit.
Even though it (the run) was tough at times, it was a good reminder that great things aren't always easy. Just because you have to work at something doesn't mean it shouldn't be. Sometimes life's biggest and best blessings cost us something. Sometimes the price is pretty small, and other times the price is unbearably big.
Sunday morning I paid the price of bearing the cooler weather, running uphill, against the wind, and a bit of exhaustion from the laziness that was the week before, but I was blessed with God's beauty and presence. A VERY small price to pay for such a huge blessing.
It's a blessing that will keep me moving, and resisting the temptations of hibernation, all week.
On a side note, and not so coincidentally, I have been working with the kids through a book that helps them to memorize Bible verses. This is the verse we memorized last week.
(I video taped it because the kids LOVE to watch themselves over and over. I thought it would be a great way for them to teach themselves, and keep them motivated.)
((In case you thought I was crazy or something.))
(((Seeing that video, though, was not what tipped you off to the craziness, was it?)))
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Also, I Got in a Decent Workout
It's been a busy weekend, but fun none-the-less. Memorial Day weekend always brings on a feeling of excitement that, I guess, goes back to childhood. It's the official kick-off to summer, which if you didn't know by now, is my most favorite season, the pools open, school gets out, and it's a three day weekend to-boot. Even though the weather disappointed this weekend, we still had a great time.
One of our newest traditions is Scott and I running in the BolderBoulder. It's a race that is totally do-able, yet you do need to do some training for. Although, I have heard some people run it cold. That's the beauty of that race though, it can be totally serious, and you might be running for your own Personal Best, or it could just be a day you spend having a good time running. I loved the way my friend, who joined us this year (along with a bunch of others),wrote about it. Since she did a fantabulous job, I won't re-hash some of what she wrote about. I will talk about something that I learned, though.
I know I have mentioned it before, but I had hurt my hamstring about 3 months ago. When it happened, I was a little bit concerned because I would have to take a break from training. I had decided last summer that I would be going for a personal best at this particular race, so to take a break from training was not really in the cards. Since it was February though, I thought I had plenty of time.
Not so much.
Apparently, hamstring injuries can take a REALLY long time to heal. Even better yet, once you have one, they are very easily re-injured, which is something I learned the hard way. As race day crept up on me, I very sadly realized that I wasn't going to be able to accomplish a Personal Best at the race I had trained almost a year for.
I'll admit it, I was a bit angry and bitter as well.
It turns out, I had no reason what-so-ever to be upset. Something I have learned in the past year is that when God says, "No" to something, it's because he has a bigger "Yes" waiting for you instead.
What he had waiting for me instead was a wonderful day full of fun. A day that was completely free of any sort of pressure to perform. A day where I could enjoy running. Even though I hadn't run for about 3 months, the week before the race, my Physical Therapist cleared me to run minimally and encouraged me to do some running in the race as long as I took it easy. So, it was a day that I was able to run. I ran all but just a few steps of the 6.2 mile course. It was a euphoric feeling.
Just to add a cherry on top, I was also blessed to be able to run with a friend and my Sister-In-Law the whole way. This was the first time I was able to run a race with someone for the entire distance. It was such a blast! I had so much fun having people by my side the whole way encouraging each other. We also talked about silly stuff and laughed a little.
Laughed.
During a race.
Thank you, Lord, for knowing right where I am at, and knowing just what I need.
"It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees." --Psalm 119:71
One of our newest traditions is Scott and I running in the BolderBoulder. It's a race that is totally do-able, yet you do need to do some training for. Although, I have heard some people run it cold. That's the beauty of that race though, it can be totally serious, and you might be running for your own Personal Best, or it could just be a day you spend having a good time running. I loved the way my friend, who joined us this year (along with a bunch of others),wrote about it. Since she did a fantabulous job, I won't re-hash some of what she wrote about. I will talk about something that I learned, though.
I know I have mentioned it before, but I had hurt my hamstring about 3 months ago. When it happened, I was a little bit concerned because I would have to take a break from training. I had decided last summer that I would be going for a personal best at this particular race, so to take a break from training was not really in the cards. Since it was February though, I thought I had plenty of time.
Not so much.
Apparently, hamstring injuries can take a REALLY long time to heal. Even better yet, once you have one, they are very easily re-injured, which is something I learned the hard way. As race day crept up on me, I very sadly realized that I wasn't going to be able to accomplish a Personal Best at the race I had trained almost a year for.
I'll admit it, I was a bit angry and bitter as well.
It turns out, I had no reason what-so-ever to be upset. Something I have learned in the past year is that when God says, "No" to something, it's because he has a bigger "Yes" waiting for you instead.
What he had waiting for me instead was a wonderful day full of fun. A day that was completely free of any sort of pressure to perform. A day where I could enjoy running. Even though I hadn't run for about 3 months, the week before the race, my Physical Therapist cleared me to run minimally and encouraged me to do some running in the race as long as I took it easy. So, it was a day that I was able to run. I ran all but just a few steps of the 6.2 mile course. It was a euphoric feeling.
Just to add a cherry on top, I was also blessed to be able to run with a friend and my Sister-In-Law the whole way. This was the first time I was able to run a race with someone for the entire distance. It was such a blast! I had so much fun having people by my side the whole way encouraging each other. We also talked about silly stuff and laughed a little.
Laughed.
During a race.
Thank you, Lord, for knowing right where I am at, and knowing just what I need.
"It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees." --Psalm 119:71
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