Exciting things are happening round the circus parts this week and it’s only Tuesday!!

Sunday, I ran a half marathon with my FIL.  My friend, who had to run a h2011-03-06 BandA 1-2 Marathon 1alf marathon in order to see me in real life, also ran but she was so stinking fast that I am glad I caught her in line for the potty before the race, b/c there was no seeing her after that.   Dad and I ran at our own pace and I felt much, much better about this race than my last race.  This time, I felt prepared and when I finished I didn’t feel like I was going to die.  Last time I knew I wasn’t prepared and it felt AWFUL!   As an added treat a friend of mine surprised me and ran the last 3 miles of the race with me.  She was a true cheerleader and burst of enthusiasm and I was touched that she went to so much effort to surprise and encourage me.   Joc, you rock!

Monday, I could barely walk…see above…but I did get a night out with my friend Megh.  We grabbed dinner and went shopping for jeans…in a size I haven’t worn in YEARS!!  That’s right folks, I am happy to share I am now at the size I was before I got pregnant with my son, over 7 years ago!!  Wahoo… I am super psyched about that!  And I truly appreciate the time to catch up with Megh as well as her help in answering such baffling questions as “What is boot cut?”  and “Do I want dark jeans or light?”  These are the things I am clueless about and I always appreciate her insight.  She willingly comes along with me when I need a night out of shopping sans kiddos and I love that we can just pick up where we left off, filling each other in on our lives and chatting about movies and TV shows.  We’ve never really been in the same stage of life ever in our friendship, but I truly appreciate how she just sorta rolls with my crazy chaotic life and accepts me for what I am. 

While out with Megh, I got a text from Scott which read “Looks like someone has his first loose toothSmile  I was so happy for him b/c he’s been waiting for a loose tooth since early Kindergarten.  When I got home a few hours later and went in to peek on all the kids, he was still up and was super excited to show me how it wiggles!  Here’s a picture of his smile before it changes.  IMG_9448

Races, New Jeans, Great Friends and Loose Teeth… Oh My… the excitement here at the circus is mounting and we haven’t even reached Hump Day yet! 

How’s your week been?


Back on the Wagon

February 2, 2011

in running

A few weeks ago my FIL approached me about running in a local half marathon with him at the beginning of March.  Because I seem to require a race to motivate me to run, I was eager to accept.  However, it only left me about 7 weeks to prepare and I was not in running shape, having only run a handful of times since my son’s birth last June. 

I found some training guides online (both of which suggested 12 weeks to prepare) and spent a good amount of time face booking and e-mailing with a friend about my strategy.  I’ve pretty much settled into 2 short runs a week and one long run on the weekend, with the distances for both increasing each week.  This week my short runs are 4.5 miles and my long run will be 7 miles.  By the week prior to the race I will be up to 10 miles for my long run and I believe 5 miles for my short runs.  

This is the first time I have trained for a race using a treadmill.  I know it isn’t exactly like running on the road, but I do believe it is pushing me to run faster.  And let me set the record straight, my fast is a mere 5.0mph, which equals a 12 mm. 

Last week however, I sorta fell off the wagon, or the treadmill and managed to skip all 3 runs… I could list for you my many excuses for why, but they all boil down to just that, excuses,  so I will spare you.

Tuesday, it was time to get the sneakers back on and get back on track… after completing my 4.5 mile run, I was left with a few thoughts…

1.  Why have I not run using the TV on the treadmill before?  I can’t believe how much more enjoyable the run was thanks to Gilmore Girls on DVD…especially compared to merely staring at the numbers on my treadmill. 

2.  Skipping a week of running was a big mistake.  My legs were jelly when I finished.  Jelly

3.  Is there any chance I can bring Gilmore Girls with me for the 1/2 marathon? (any volunteers to run ahead of me with a portable dvd player strapped to their back) 

4.  I wish the race was the beg of April instead of the beg of March.

I have 4 weeks left to go… I hope to be better prepared than my last big run and at least finish knowing I did my best.


Last week I survived the Annapolis 10 Mile Run.  I’d like to say that I raced it or ran it, but in actuality I just survived it.

While one might wonder why I am not more excited and proud of such an accomplishment, it is because the year prior, I ran it well.  I trained for it all summer and come race day I did my best.  Now my best is only about 15 min faster than my survival pace, but the feeling I had when crossing the finish line was worlds different. (It’s quite telling to read both accounts of the run).

This year, I let busyness, laziness, and a lack of determination get in the way of my training.  So, come race day, I was really banking on the training from last summer.  And a summer’s worth of running can only carry a girl so far. 

It got me thinking about the other race I’m running.  Ya now the race of life. 

Hebrews 12: 1-2 states,

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. 2Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.”

As we go through this life, I want to run the race God has marked for me with perseverance.  I don’t want to merely survive.  I don’t want to reach my finished line and say, “Well God, I made it.”  Instead I want to finish strong and have my heavenly father say to me, “Well done my good and faithful servant.” 

In order for this to happen, I need to be disciplined, and intentional.   I need to tap into the strength God provides through his Word and his Holy Spirit.  I also need to continue in doing his work.  I can’t become complacent and let others to the work of his kingdom.  I need to actively serve my King, all the days of my life.  Keep in mind, I am not doing these things so that I can earn my way to heaven.  I know right now where I am going when I die and it has nothing to do with anything I’ve done.   I will spend eternity in heaven b/c Jesus endured the cross on my behalf.  Nothing I do or don’t do can change that.  But, like I said, I don’t want to just live my life and then die.  I want to run the race.  I want to serve the Lord actively with my life. 

As I mentioned yesterday, I’m trying to play more with my kids.  I want to actively engage them and savor up these moments I have with them while they are young.  This fall, the kids and I will be attending BSF on Thursdays.  I am looking forward to the accountability that Bible Study provides for me to get in the word daily.  And now that we’re home schooling, we’re in a new phase of life here at the circus.  One where mom can’t wait till the kids wake up for the day to get started.  I gotta set my alarm and get up first to ensure we start the day on the right foot.  One thing I hope to incorporate with that is some time spent alone in His word in the quiet of the morning.  I’d also like to squeeze a run in there as well. 

I am not a morning person though, so I now this shift change is going to be difficult for me.  I’m great at coming up with new ideals for how I’m going to change, but not so good on the follow through.  I’m so thankful that as I run this race, I have someone running along side me the entire way.  God doesn’t leave us here alone.  He’s with us, encouraging us, pushing us forward, and even picking us up when we fall on our face. 

I learned a valuable lesson last week.  One I hope to take with me as I run this much more important race. 

1 Corinthians 9:24

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.

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I saw this line on a tee shirt this weekend at the Annapolis 10 Mile and loved it.  But, it cost $27 so I decided instead of buying the tee shirt, I’d make it my blog title. 

Yea, I was so excited when I signed up back in June to run this race with my high school friends. 

And somehow 3 months came and went and I ummm didn’t really train adequately for it.   But, they did.

So, I ran/walk/ran/walk/ran 10 miles this morning. 

And I finished.

But, ummm that’s really about all I can say about that. 

Though I wrote two weekend thought blog posts in my head as I plodded along, one foot in front of the other, which I will share with you all the next 2 Fridays.   Because deep thoughts are born in adversity, right?

Before:  (minus Jami who was peeing at the time of this picture)


After: (minus Jen and Jake who left right after they finished so they could go and do nursery duty at church…amazing, huh, I went home and slept, they went to church and worked in the nursery).


The best part?

Hanging out at the park that evening enjoying fellowship, crabs, and steak)


…plus that fact that in just 4 days we’ll all be hanging out again (plus 2 other families) for our annual Labor Day Weekend Getaway together.



I am not an athlete.  Those of you blog readers who knew me in high school can vouch for me on this.  My position on the HS sport team was bench warmer, my role, “team encourager.” 

When my recent blog friend turned IRL friend accompanied me this weekend to pick up my runners pack for the Pittsburgh Half Marathon and called me athletic, I almost laughed in her face.

Me athletic?

Just because I ran 13.1 miles yesterday, does not make me athletic.  If you heard me whining all afternoon and saw my crazy/gimpy/80 year woman hobble today, you would understand that I am no athlete.

I started running a few years ago b/c I wanted to try to get in shape, lose some of that baby weight, and to feel good about myself.  And while part of me dreams of being able to call myself “a runner” I don’t feel I have yet obtained that status. 

Runners run All.The.Time.  As in up everyday at the butt crack of dawn running.

I run in spurts.  As in, “Oh no that race I signed up for is coming up soon, I better go running this week”. 

Last summer I was pretty good about sticking to my training guide.  I had this goal of running with a local runners club by the end of the summer.  I finally got to the point where I felt I could run with them and then chickened out b/c I didn’t know any of them and didn’t feel like a real runner. 

I am thinking about joining them this month (once I can walk again without wincing) and maybe, maybe after running with them for a few months, I will feel comfortable calling myself a runner.

Scott hates running with a passion.  He does not understand why anyone would want to run just for the sake of running.  He would rather run to hit the racquet ball or catch the Frisbee or throw the football.  He likes to run with a purpose.

Not me.

I do not like any added pressure of catching or throwing anything while I run, thankyouverymuch.  Just let me put one foot in front of the other and count down the miles till my run is done.  No added stunts or tricks please.  No team mates counting on me to perform those added stunts.  No pressure, pressure, pressure. 

Running is all about me.  I set goals for myself and only I can achieve them.  If I fail, I let down only myself.  No team members involved. 

Or at least, so I thought.


But as I ran yesterday, I realized that I do in fact have a team.  Without Scott and the kids willingly supporting me as I take my practice runs, and then coming out and cheering me on for the big race, I couldn’t do it.  I am not in this alone. 

Yesterday as I ran alone in the cool, rainy weather I kept looking forward to the next point in the race when I knew I would see my husband, 3 kids, and my parents cheering for me.  I literally counted down the miles till the next spot where I knew they’d be waiting.  They spurred me on, gave me something to aim for, and helped me run a little faster.  They were my team.  I didn’t want to stop and walk because I wanted to make them proud.  I wanted to finish strong for them. 


I forgot to mention the other reason I run…I really like to get the free tee shirt!  Shallow I know, but I do really love those race day shirts they give you even more so than the finishers medals.


Day One of Training

February 3, 2009

in Goals,running

Well, January came and went and I exercised one day in 2009.  This is why I have to set goals for myself.  Without a race in my future, I lack the discipline to get off my butt.

So, I’ve set my sights on a Half Marathon in May in one of my favorite cities…Pittsburgh.  I am really excited.  I checked out the route online and it looks great…we cross two bridges, run downtown a bit, run along the river overlooking the city and my highlight, we run by Heinz Field (home of the Superbowl Champs)! 

I went here and found a training routine.  It’s the same one I used last summer to prep for the Annapolis 10 Mile.  Although last summer I pretty much skipped the cross training, stretching, and strength training days and just ran 3 days a week.  I did ok, but I’d really like to try to follow the schedule this time and see if I can improve my race.

Monday was day one and it called for strength and stretch.  So, I got out a DVD and did some yoga and ballet.  This of course looked like a ton of fun to the kiddos, so they joined me.  It was the most fun I have had stretching, ever!


Hmm, it appears none of us are keeping up with the video, myself included. 




This week I tackled day one of my new training schedule.  From past experience day one is the hardest in that you have to get out of the rut and get started again.  I hope to stick with the plan and run the half marathon this May in a faster time than I did it last October.   To see what others are tackling this week, check out 5 Minutes for Mom.