Watching my husband play with our grandchildren
Hearing my grandson, Adam say, "Love you Newma"
Holding my grandson, Keaton while he sleeps in my arms on the porch swing.
Having my granddaughter,Carissa, run toward me saying "Can I sit on your lap Grandma"
Having my 11 year old grandson, Tyson , hug me..because soon he will be at an age that he will not want to hug Grandma.
Hearing my Mom say "I worked really hard at the Y today"
Running in the early morning hours with my friends, while the rest of the world sleeps.
Biking Sunday afternoons on county roads.
The smell of a campfire.
New loaded music on my MP3 player.
Road Trips
Old country songs
The smell of leaves in the fall.
Fall Festivals
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT
I CAN NOT BELIEVE THAT I FORGOT HOW HARD IT WAS TO TRAIN FOR A HALF.
Last Friday I was checking out the calendar to see how many weeks before Christmas (I know I know it is a little insane) and discovered not only was it time to start listening to Christmas music (cause it takes a while to build myself up to my Christmas frenzy) but I have a half marathon in 14 weeks.EGADS I had not even begun to train! I have been taking lazy daisy plods around Lafayette with not a thought of plodding an inch more then 6 miles. Poor Jill almost fell over when her Garmin gave its little ting a ling for mile 6 and I stopped dead in my tracks.
This weekend Jeff agreed to accompany me on my Saturday plod of pain. As we started I casually asked if he was doing the half in November. He affirmed that yes he to would be participating in the 13 mile death shuffle. So once again (casually) I state "Well we better start training...oh yeah we gotta start today" So off we went on our pain of plod. 7 miles of ups and down ( I might add that right at the start we had hills).. in the humidity ( I should not complain because Runner Susan runs in the depths of Hell a/k/a Texas in the summer), and in the early morning with NO COFFEE (the world is an ugly brutual place without coffee), with legs that have not gone more then 6 miles in over a year (and stop instantly upon mile 6 all on their own), with my fat little belly (compliments of Magnifco Pizza), and a brain that has been conditioned to think of 6 miles as a "Long Run". So with all those things against me...you know its gonna be brutal...who knew that 1 tiny little mile would make such a big difference. Mile 7, I was crying on the inside and whining on the outside. Once again I was doubting my sanity...WHO IN THE WORLD DOES THIS FOR FUN...WHY AM I DOING THIS? IT HURTS!
I still don't know the answer to that. After all my family will love me whether I do a half marathon or not(my husband might even love me more if I don't cause then the housework MIGHT get done). It's not going to get me a promotion or raise at work...I am not going to earn a million dollars for it (okay not even one dollar)and it certainly (this has been proven in the past) will not make me look like Shakira. So why why why do I torture myself?
Perhaps I am trying to make myself suffer to pay back for the wrongs I have committed in my past life....like making my baby sister take a bite of the tomato worm (which I might add she has never forgoten and still randomly brings up..I am pretty sure she has NOT forgiven me)or perhaps it is the time I beat the little mouse to death that had the nerve to nest in my Halloween decorations ( I was pretty proud of myself that I was fast enough to chase it down and then KILL it...Mom if you reading this...know that IF the mouse had not crossed into my domain and was merely wondering around in the back yard then he would still be alive today)
So for my wrongs on Saturday I plodded 7 miles and then walked almost 2 miles. Sunday afternoon biked 25 miles with my Y friends and one mother of a Y friend (Chloe you ROCK)...
Result of Half Marathon Training Week One: if you have the following totals 17 miles plodding, walk 5 miles and bike 50 miles..do not eat Magnifco Pizza, do not indulge in Frosty consumption, do not repeatedly raid husband's stash of snicker bars, cookies and doughnuts then you will be rewarded with a loss of three pounds (despite eating lunch Saturday at Dog and Suds and having an honest to goodness rootbeer laden with sugar)
Family Update:
Adam: is doing his business in the potty....well most of his business...
Keaton: has two teeth and is cutting three more all at once...and he is still pretty happy...I think he is happy cause he knows the teeth mean COOKIES!
Denise: Needs poker intervention
The Slug: GOING TO THE Y AND WORKING ON BECOMING UNSLUGIFIED
Last Friday I was checking out the calendar to see how many weeks before Christmas (I know I know it is a little insane) and discovered not only was it time to start listening to Christmas music (cause it takes a while to build myself up to my Christmas frenzy) but I have a half marathon in 14 weeks.EGADS I had not even begun to train! I have been taking lazy daisy plods around Lafayette with not a thought of plodding an inch more then 6 miles. Poor Jill almost fell over when her Garmin gave its little ting a ling for mile 6 and I stopped dead in my tracks.
This weekend Jeff agreed to accompany me on my Saturday plod of pain. As we started I casually asked if he was doing the half in November. He affirmed that yes he to would be participating in the 13 mile death shuffle. So once again (casually) I state "Well we better start training...oh yeah we gotta start today" So off we went on our pain of plod. 7 miles of ups and down ( I might add that right at the start we had hills).. in the humidity ( I should not complain because Runner Susan runs in the depths of Hell a/k/a Texas in the summer), and in the early morning with NO COFFEE (the world is an ugly brutual place without coffee), with legs that have not gone more then 6 miles in over a year (and stop instantly upon mile 6 all on their own), with my fat little belly (compliments of Magnifco Pizza), and a brain that has been conditioned to think of 6 miles as a "Long Run". So with all those things against me...you know its gonna be brutal...who knew that 1 tiny little mile would make such a big difference. Mile 7, I was crying on the inside and whining on the outside. Once again I was doubting my sanity...WHO IN THE WORLD DOES THIS FOR FUN...WHY AM I DOING THIS? IT HURTS!
I still don't know the answer to that. After all my family will love me whether I do a half marathon or not(my husband might even love me more if I don't cause then the housework MIGHT get done). It's not going to get me a promotion or raise at work...I am not going to earn a million dollars for it (okay not even one dollar)and it certainly (this has been proven in the past) will not make me look like Shakira. So why why why do I torture myself?
Perhaps I am trying to make myself suffer to pay back for the wrongs I have committed in my past life....like making my baby sister take a bite of the tomato worm (which I might add she has never forgoten and still randomly brings up..I am pretty sure she has NOT forgiven me)or perhaps it is the time I beat the little mouse to death that had the nerve to nest in my Halloween decorations ( I was pretty proud of myself that I was fast enough to chase it down and then KILL it...Mom if you reading this...know that IF the mouse had not crossed into my domain and was merely wondering around in the back yard then he would still be alive today)
So for my wrongs on Saturday I plodded 7 miles and then walked almost 2 miles. Sunday afternoon biked 25 miles with my Y friends and one mother of a Y friend (Chloe you ROCK)...
Result of Half Marathon Training Week One: if you have the following totals 17 miles plodding, walk 5 miles and bike 50 miles..do not eat Magnifco Pizza, do not indulge in Frosty consumption, do not repeatedly raid husband's stash of snicker bars, cookies and doughnuts then you will be rewarded with a loss of three pounds (despite eating lunch Saturday at Dog and Suds and having an honest to goodness rootbeer laden with sugar)
Family Update:
Adam: is doing his business in the potty....well most of his business...
Keaton: has two teeth and is cutting three more all at once...and he is still pretty happy...I think he is happy cause he knows the teeth mean COOKIES!
Denise: Needs poker intervention
The Slug: GOING TO THE Y AND WORKING ON BECOMING UNSLUGIFIED
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