Distractions: The good and the ugly.
Day Four of Clint’s Unemployment: It’s just a normal Saturday. It struck me this morning how today seemed totally normal. Clint was home, but he was supposed to be home, since it’s Saturday. Our family dynamic was the same as it usually is on Saturday. It all seemed comfortingly normal. It helped that we had distractions all day long. Mine started first thing. Jenny, Renee, and I had planned to run 9.5 miles on a route that I did... Read More
190 Miles of Running Awesomeness {Photoblog}
‘Scuze me a sec, but can I get a pause button? I don’t know where life has gone, but I know that I have a backlog of blogs that I want to write SO badly. I still have so much to tell you about BlogHer, I have stories from my crazy spontaneous road trip to Arizona, and I have more reviews and giveaways coming up, too. Aaah! Today, though, I have to tell you about a relay that I did at the end of July. This thing was by FAR the craziest,... Read More
The nail polish doesn’t make the man…
Ack! Almost a week with no post?! Sadly, my blog isn’t the only thing that’s been neglected. Mount Foldmore has reached record-breaking proportions and I’m pretty sure the crockpot I used to make dinner on Monday is still dirty in the sink. Read More Read More
Where I bid you adieu. {Final Post for Write the Weight Off}
Now, it’s time To say goodbye To all our company. Through the years, we’ll all be friends Wherever we may be… Awww, that Mickey Mouse. Such a sap. Did that song leave anyone else totally depressed at the end of it? Not necessarily the best way to get small, emotionally vulnerable children to want to tune in again, in my opinion. Okay, I need to cut the small talk. Here it is: I’m leaving you. {Read more here…} (P.S.... Read More
And… I puked. {Weight loss post}
Fear not, my regular blog readers, for I am not going to regale you with a three-part saga of my most recent half marathon experience. I am actually grateful of that fact. My first half marathon was much more difficult, both physically and mentally, than I had imagined it would be and if every race was going to make me that nutty, I’m not sure I’d want to keep this up. Saturday morning, Jenny and I laced up for a local half marathon.... Read More
The Vicious Cycle
Sleep. It’s my most treasured getaway and my biggest enemy. Lately, sleep and I have been having issues. We’ve always had a tumultuous relationship, but lately it seems to be even more so. Case in point: I’m writing this, on my phone, in bed, while my husband snores lightly beside me. It’s 12:45am. My alarm is set to go off in 4 hours and 25 minutes. Read More Read More
It’s official. {Weight loss post}
I am a runner. So many times over the past several months, I have wondered when I can officially call myself a “runner.” Even after completing the Seattle Half Marathon, I didn’t think I could quite call myself a runner yet. Why, you ask? Because training for two months for one race and then completing the race is awesome. But it’s what happens after the race that separates the runners from the pack. {more…} Read More
Seattle Half Marathon & My Ugly Mind {Finale}
(Here are Part I and Part 2 of this story.) The Race: Words As a writer, it’s no wonder that words affect me so deeply. After all, my own words put me into that funk at the beginning of the race. But it was the words of others that helped to bring me out of it. Finally, at mile 9, I remembered those encouraging words. On one of our runs, Jenny said that she finds her stride and sticks with it. “…like the tortoise and the hair,”... Read More
Seattle Half Marathon & My Ugly Mind {Part II}
(If you didn’t catch the beginning of this saga, you can find it here.) The Race: And they’re… shuffling? Starting line for the Seattle Half Marathon The mass of people surrounding me was overwhelming. I didn’t know at the time, but this insane number of people would prove to be both comforting and discouraging as I spent the next 13.1 miles with them. Read More Read More
Seattle Half Marathon & My Ugly Mind {Part I}
Two months ago today, I struggled through my first two mile run. Sunday, I ran and finished the Seattle Half Marathon. Even typing those words, I can’t fully wrap my mind around it. I have a little secret, though: I hated it a little bit. I realized where my thoughts can go when I’m struggling and lemme tell ya, it wasn’t pretty. Read More Read More
So I’m a… runner?
If you’ve been following along with my weight loss posts at Write the Weight Off, you’ll know that I’m training for the Seattle Half-Marathon thanks to a challenge from my run-aholic friend, Jenny. And, if you’ve been my reader for a little while now, you’ll also remember that I put on my bucket list that I wanted to run a half-marathon. It’s like it was just meant to be or something… So, on September 29th,... Read More
What A Difference 6 Months Makes!
Remember, back in late March, when I signed on to be a part of a co-ed indoor soccer team? Remember how nervous I was and how sure I was that I was going to do miserably? Well, we started up a new season of soccer last night, with the same core group of people. Wow. What a difference it was for me mentally and physically. Looking back, it wasn’t as much the actual soccer playing that I was intimidated by. Read More Read More
Not Ready.
This week wraps up Colby’s first soccer debut. It has been… interesting. I love soccer. I know Colby enjoys kicking the ball around and being with his friends, so I figured it’d be fun to sign him up. How often do kids get to be on a team where they know everyone from the get-go? Pretty lucky, if you ask me. The first two games occurred while I was in New York for the BlogHer Conference, but I have been to every game since, twice... Read More
A whole lotta scorin’ going on…
After my last blog, I have a feeling I know where your mind is headed with the title of this post. Don’t deny it, if you’re my reader, you’re probably gutter-brained too… (That’s why I like you.) After a week of stuffing myself silly at the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop (dessert after two meals = awesome) I was more than a little leery of playing soccer last night. Less than a minute into the game, I realized I... Read More
…at least I didn’t die.
Whew. There’s always a silver lining, right? I am, of course, talking about our soccer game last night where, with only one woman sub, I got my booty kicked. On a positive note, I didn’t feel like puking this time despite playing a lot more than the previous game. On a not-so-positive note, I did end up falling on my ass. It was in the heat of battle for a ball, though, so I don’t feel so bad about it. Oh, and I took a wicked shot... Read More
