I am having a good day. Relaxing and enjoying the sun. Had a nice run today and felt great. Other than losing a follower I am doing...
For an internship at a music festival in Chicago! Which I really want!
with my boys (8 year old and 5 year old). It was the best run I’ve had in a long, long time. As we were running, I could see us doing this on and off for years to come, them growing taller, me growing shorter, but always together.
Always together. How cool is that.
I’m sick as a dog, so I brought two tissues with me. I’ve learned the hard way that my sick snot rockets don’t launch. Instead, they stick to the inside of my nose and then stretch out ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE.
TMI? But we’re runners! And as runners, we’ve had to cope with all sorts of bodily functions out on the road (dirt or concrete).
Well, I was foolish to 1) think that two tissues would be enough and 2) to think I could last four miles with this cold.
So at about mile 3.5 I hit a wall and my body shut down. I stopped to blow my nose one last time into my totally decimated tissues — it was even more pathetic than it sounds.
Then I ran home.
I’m a bad ass.
I just hope it turns out I don’t develop walking pneumonia or something similar. Then my bad ass will feel more like a stupid ass.
We shall see.
I was going to run tonight, but I’ve caught another cold, so I think I will sit this one out. I haven’t fully convinced myself that I’m sitting it out yet. *denial*
Been worried about my friend and her fiance. Her fiance is on life support right now. I’m hoping with all my heart he pulls through.
These past few years have been difficult. We’ve lost a lot of good friends and family members. Death sometimes feels so close. Too close.
The only thing I can do at this point is love on the people around me and be thankful for the life that I have. And maybe live my life a little more, a little harder, in honor of those that can’t.
And on that note, I think I’ve made up my mind about the run. Laters.
My husband is turning 40 in June, so I decided to take him on a vacation to celebrate.
We are going to Rome and Florence this June!!!
I have traveled abroad a few times — France, England, Russia, Uzbekistan, Finland… but my husband hasn’t traveled out of the country… EVER. (I don’t count Mexico.)
He was beyond BEYOND B-E-Y-O-N-D excited when he found out about the trip. And surprised, because I am a money saver, not a money spender, and certainly not a BIG MONEY spender!!!
But this was the right thing to do.
It’s a ton of work — but I already purchased the airline tickets and booked the hotels. I’ve researched and made a flexible schedule (with the exception of the opera that I booked for Florence). I’m working on updating our passports and sorting out how to convert money.
I also researched which are the best running routes in both cities.
Oh, this was a tough one. I’m back to pushing past my comfort zone, getting back my mental toughness. It’s hard and it’s awesome.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned it yet, but my husband mentioned that he wanted to train for a marathon. He asked me to put together a training schedule and so I wrote out a six-month program for him to follow.
Tonight, as I was fading fast, I reminded myself that I will never make progress until I get past being comfortable. I also reminded myself that I need to set a good example, because if I start skipping workouts or shaving off a mile here and there, it may affect his training, as well. Laziness is contagious.
And so, I sit here, so tired I could lay my head on this desk and fall asleep instantly. I love it.