Day One: Sorry Debs, I started without you. Today was a not-good day in Mothering Land what with teeth coming in from all directions and children. It didn't help that the past few days have been a part of Party Weekend (Brian's birthday!). And today i was very tired.
By the time Brian got home, I had just had up to my eyeballs and was done. So as soon as the kids were shut in their rooms, I knew I needed to get Out to Anywhere. I then dressed down, swiped his phone, put on some tunes (WEEZER is Awesome) and got Out with my Couch to 5K lady. (I think the lady voice is Australian. She sounds just like you, Sel. Which is probably the best part of the experience.)
And now I'm home, cooled down (Running Terminology) and stretched. My left big toe hurts as well as my head and my chest feels like it's full of cement (my sports bra might be a little too small - did any of you see THAT coming? I mean really).
All I can think of in my head is: I Hate Running. And I only "ran" 8 minutes out of 32. I do not like it here or there, I do not like it anywhere. My last minute I was just hoping that death would or would not come (not sure I knew which would be preferable) and I was glad that there were families around playing with their kids just in case I collapsed onto the ground. Because, you know, they were totally watching me. . . because I'm awesome. . . and stuff. (If they were watching me, it was because I was trying to pace myself by singing along to the Weezer, trying to get out "We .. ah... al.*wheeze& ..hon... drugssss, yeah *gasp*" Awesome.)
Maybe tomorrow I will be glad I ran tonight.
And no, family, I don't think the Turkey Trot is an option this year - I believe we're down in AZ for Christmas again, but who really knows with how life goes? If I'll be there, I'll let you know.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Say what?
The weather is getting nice and we're finally not sick anymore! (knock on wood) So guess what that means. . .
I am beginning my training for a 5K.
What, you ask. Tay? Doing an event that requires effort and physical exertion? And running?!
Yes, I know. It's hugely shocking even to myself. Especially since I am very very self-conscious about my running abilities. I am very slow. It happens when you have slow reflexes and short legs. So I'm not training to do at all well at a 5K, just going for it because I know it will be good for me. And of course to show my two-year old that mommy meets her goals.
Plus I made Brian buy the Couch to 5K app on his phone and it would be a complete waste of money not to use it. And, quite frankly, I don't want to hear any griping or whatnot from him if I don't use it. :) (love you honey)
I am beginning my training for a 5K.
What, you ask. Tay? Doing an event that requires effort and physical exertion? And running?!
Yes, I know. It's hugely shocking even to myself. Especially since I am very very self-conscious about my running abilities. I am very slow. It happens when you have slow reflexes and short legs. So I'm not training to do at all well at a 5K, just going for it because I know it will be good for me. And of course to show my two-year old that mommy meets her goals.
Plus I made Brian buy the Couch to 5K app on his phone and it would be a complete waste of money not to use it. And, quite frankly, I don't want to hear any griping or whatnot from him if I don't use it. :) (love you honey)
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Lift
So, if you're wanting to see pictures of the boys, they are on my facebook page under photos. If we aren't facebook friends and you want to see them, let me know and we'll work something out. :)
On Friday, Brian had corrective eye surgery, otherwise known as Lasik. So this weekend has been full of eye drops and resting (for him). I am still so grateful that we were able to drop the kids off with Brian's brother's family and that they were even willing to help out for the rest of the day. It was a huge stress relief and the reason why I survived this weekend. Sean is in a very needy stage of life and so is Alan, and to not have Brian able to help out like he usually does has been difficult. (I for sure try not to take his help for granted - I know how lucky and blessed I am.)
And I wish I could say that I was lovely and delightful about it all weekend, dutifully fulfilling every wish and need Brian had or could have without a single complaint or bitter-ish thought. But I can't. Well, I could lie, but what a pointless thing to lie about. We've all (except Brian) been sick with something nasty that just won't go away. So with coughing and whiny-ness and general waking up all night with the baby, I hit my breaking point a couple of times. Even my anxieties started rearing their ugly head despite my effective medication.
Then today during General Conference there was a talk about trials. And how this life is about how well we meet our challenges and that when we are trying to meet them in a way to bring us closer to God, that he will not leave us to do it alone. When we turn to Him and rely on the Atonement of Jesus Christ, we can make it through anything we encounter in this life.
I already knew this, but it was a very good time to have that reminder. And I was thankful that the boys were actually contented during this talk - I must have really needed to hear it. :) It was a good thing I had it to reference later because my patience continued to be worn thin.
I just love the Gospel of Jesus Christ, for the hope it brings to my life, for the truth it speaks. And that it helps with the mundane trivialities of life, making the small and hard things, as well as the huge and very difficult things, easier to bear.
On Friday, Brian had corrective eye surgery, otherwise known as Lasik. So this weekend has been full of eye drops and resting (for him). I am still so grateful that we were able to drop the kids off with Brian's brother's family and that they were even willing to help out for the rest of the day. It was a huge stress relief and the reason why I survived this weekend. Sean is in a very needy stage of life and so is Alan, and to not have Brian able to help out like he usually does has been difficult. (I for sure try not to take his help for granted - I know how lucky and blessed I am.)
And I wish I could say that I was lovely and delightful about it all weekend, dutifully fulfilling every wish and need Brian had or could have without a single complaint or bitter-ish thought. But I can't. Well, I could lie, but what a pointless thing to lie about. We've all (except Brian) been sick with something nasty that just won't go away. So with coughing and whiny-ness and general waking up all night with the baby, I hit my breaking point a couple of times. Even my anxieties started rearing their ugly head despite my effective medication.
Then today during General Conference there was a talk about trials. And how this life is about how well we meet our challenges and that when we are trying to meet them in a way to bring us closer to God, that he will not leave us to do it alone. When we turn to Him and rely on the Atonement of Jesus Christ, we can make it through anything we encounter in this life.
I already knew this, but it was a very good time to have that reminder. And I was thankful that the boys were actually contented during this talk - I must have really needed to hear it. :) It was a good thing I had it to reference later because my patience continued to be worn thin.
I just love the Gospel of Jesus Christ, for the hope it brings to my life, for the truth it speaks. And that it helps with the mundane trivialities of life, making the small and hard things, as well as the huge and very difficult things, easier to bear.
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