photo dump 2-9-15 edition

I may not be writing much lately but I am taking pictures.

There is that at least.

Colds and flu season…sigh!

Bridesmaid gown acquired. Little sister will be pleased.

So apparently Starbucks and Match have joined together to help me meet someone? Um…no one tell my husband?

I might have a problem. Then again, most runners I know have a similar problem…worse even. By the way, I crushed that long run this past weekend and then I ate all the Chicken Alfredo Baked Ziti.

Actually I did save some for the family including Hazel who declared it all to be delicious…except the mushroom.

Meanwhile, not even her favorite, Queen Elsa, could wake up Fallon to come join the family for dinner.

Cavity inducing bedtime moments like these are truly the best.

And this. A Sunday well spent brings a week of content.

I sure do hope so!

Happy Monday y’all!

 

resting can be hard

Moms, remember when our babies were brand new and the well-meaning, but not asked, advice givers would tell us to rest when the baby sleeps and we might have ignored that advice in the beginning?

Remember?!

The baby is FINALLY asleep!!! OMG! I can take a shower and maybe shave my legs and armpits and blow-dry my hair I might put on makeup and I am definitely putting on clothes, real clothes and then I will take care of that sink full of dishes oh and the laundry who knew an 10lb baby could create so much laundry and I will watch all the tv and write thank-you notes and…

WAAAAAHHHH!!!!

There you are, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. 

Damn!

And after changing the baby and feeding the baby and changing the baby again and rocking the baby, you realize that you might have slept 30 minutes in the last 24 hours and it dawns on you…

You should have taken the time to rest/sleep when that little baby was down for maybe an hour…that same hour that you made plans to do all kinds of stuff that really didn’t need to be done because this tiny new baby never sleeps.

Oh what a blessed hour it would have been too.

You learn…eventually…hopefully…perhaps after the third baby. Then the well-meaning, but not solicited, advice givers will judge you as lazy.

Resting, when we should, can be hard. There’s so much to do. So little time.

About 5 weeks now into my formal half marathon training, which by the way is going GREAT, I come upon an extra rest day. A rest day on a night that I am working in the NICU.

Hmmm…

I always run a quick 3-4 miles before work because I do. It’s part of my getting ready for 12 hours of taking care of tiny humans all night long routine. Last Friday I ran 3½ miles before work and then ran 7½ miles Saturday afternoon with no problem at all. I need to run before work, I tell myself. There is no way I can get through my night with out a little run before.

Then the rational part of me, the part of me that actually listens (sometimes) to well-meaning, good advice reminds me of what Hal Higdon says about rest:

The most important day in any beginning or intermediate running program is rest. Rest days are as vital as training days. They give your muscles time to recover so you can run again. Actually, your muscles will build in strength as you rest. Without recovery days, you will not improve.

But it’s hard!

I need the before work run!

It’s a Friday night.

The census is up.

The acuity is high.

I really need to run.

SIGH!

I need the rest day too. My body needs the rest day. My mind probably does too. Resting IS fitness training.

Fine, I’ll rest.

Apologies to my colleagues if I get all twitchy.

Resting can sometimes be so hard.

comeback

My comeback begins today.

Aw, yeah!

It’s only four years in the making, four years since I earned a DNF in what would have been my 7th endurance event and, well, I am kind of excited. Some might be concerned over whether or not I am able to do this to which I remind them that this isn’t my first endurance race and considering the fact I ran over 100 miles last month I have a pretty solid base to begin officially training.

March 29 here I come!

I’m ready bitches!

Hopefully on race day I won’t have food from my pre-run fueling stuck in my teeth because that would be very awkward.

Fabulous running tank from the fabulous, always inspiring PavementRunner.

photo dump: the thankful edition

It’s Thanksgiving Day so I’m going to give thanks, as one should on Thanksgiving Day…and every other day.

For Thing 1 and Thing 2, generously provided by my employer and a co-worker who has no use for the 12 pound turkey they handed him as we left work early in the morning last week. Yes, I named them, as I do every year. Deal with it! Meanwhile, Thing 1 and Thing 2 are currently soaking in an icy cold, brine-y bath waiting to be properly roasted.

For bringing sexy back in the way that only Personal Protective Equipment can. This look is hot. No. It really is hot.

The perfect pick-me-up after running 4 miles before you work your 4th 12 hour night shift in a week. Hurray for Snickers and for running and for a busy, busy full NICU which means work!

For kick-ass looking compression socks to wear after running a few miles before working hard on your feet for 12 hours all night long. Oh, and, give thanks for the break relief RN who makes the moment where you get to put your feet up for 20 minutes.

Be thankful for the 2 hour nap you had after working all night before you take the time to drive your favorite Princess 125 miles in the rain and wind and fog across a couple bridges during drive time Bay Area traffic so that she can attend two hours of Princess training.

It’s totally worth it when she sends you this picture of her being fitted for the wig of her favorite princess, one of a few who she will be portraying. Yes, you can almost hear her squeeing with delight from the only open cafe in the area where you sat and waited during those two hours. Worth it. Totally. So was her telling you how much she loved you and was glad you were driving as you drove across the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge in the 0.25 mile visibility fog.

This card with this name on it which we waited for for 12 years because no matter what the social workers tell you, it isn’t as easy as it should be to get your child’s social security card with his name on it after the adoption is finalized because government agencies can be so frustratingly dumb sometimes. But not Maria at the Manteca Social Security Administration office. Sure it took her several hours to figure a way around the bureaucratic walls but she did it because, as she humbly put it, “there’s always a way around walls.”

Remembering when you said you couldn’t wait for your kid to outgrow his shoes and clothes before they wear out when you see that the shoes that you just got him are too small. Human Growth Hormones, we are so thankful especially when you see your son’s height and weight plotted at <1%ile on the growth chart because look at that, the kid is almost finally plotting on the normal growth chart!

Pretty scarves and jewelry and makeup and clothes that flatter what your mama gave you, no matter what your age is, that you wear for no other reason than because you want to; which has nothing to do with completely unwanted attention from any stranger who imagines that you got all dressed up because you want their attention.

Yeah.

No.

Taking the time to catch part 3 of the 4 part Hunger Games Trilogy with this child of yours because that is what the two of you do together after the husbands and kids are asleep.

Running this for the third holiday season because otherwise you might just murder someone…or at least given them a really big hug with your hands around their neck because it is the holidays and because you like to eat and to drink because it is the holidays and because you like to run…a lot.

Moments of relaxation and the cat who makes you sit still and enjoy them. I plan to do just that today after I run a 10K and get Thing 1 and Thing 2 into the oven.

Happy Thanksgiving y’all!

 

and this guy, this guy wins ALL the marathons

Running the San Jose Rock and Roll Half in 2010, I totally remember running through this neighborhood…the same neighborhood where bacon and donuts was offered by cheering bystanders. God I wish that I had stopped because, hello, bacon! Meanwhile, Joe Bell definitely wins all the marathons without ever running a single step.

Meanwhile, I took a gulp, swallowed and signed up for the Modesto Half Marathon…you know, the one I did not finish back in 2011 because stupid pneumonia!

Definitely going to need something to display all the race medals earned from all the half marathons ran in the past and this one because I am running it this time.