Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Being Tested

This upcoming half marathon in March is one that will be a test for me. I don't remember it being so hard last time. In the two years since I last did this I have had a few set backs (like adding on some good old poundage and just in general not feeling well). I signed up to give myself a jump start on getting back to a healthier-happier life, praying that I didn't get drawn in the lottery. Needless to say I did. Excitement runs through my veins at the thought of doing it again and dread for the lack of running over the last year and a half.

Come January first I jump all in and am determined to make it happen. I feel like a rock star being able to go from no running to four miles by the end of the week, even if it is slow (11 min miles). The next week I rock out another five. I am on fire! The distraction of having to head to Utah once again for my Father-in-law to undergo draining blood off the brain (for a second time) doesn't stop me. I make sure to get my running in early that week. The blisters are already forming and testing my resolve to battle through the pain of constant blisters on my arches. I know I can do it, but I really don't want to, but I will. I also am starting to chaff a little, but no big deal.

Last Monday I came down with a nasty cold/flu/cough. By Wednesday I could hardly talk. By Thursday I knew I had laryngitis. Great a week of training lost. By Sunday I am feeling slightly better and hopefully that on Monday I can run a little or at least walk some. Yeah right, I get a stomach bug. Tuesday I feel better, but decide to give my body one more day.  Today I went right out the door, dropped the kids off at school  and headed to the treadmill at Mom's. I hoped to get a mile or two in before a coughing fit overcame me. I made it three. It felt great. I didn't realize how much pent up stress/anger had built over the past week and a half without running. I walked a quarter of a mile to warm up and cool down. I feel pretty good, but can tell that I am getting over being sick. The worst part of it all. I rubbed a descent amount of skin off from my sports bra and it is killing me. I guess this one is not going to come easy, but I will prevail!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A Sweet Phone Call

Today I get a call from the owner of the Dance studio that the kids take classes from. She wanted to check and see if things were OK. Noah has missed the past two classes of Break dancing class. One week were went up to see Jon after getting blood drained off of his brain and the next we were all sick. Noah's instructor was worried about him and wanted to make sure everything was OK and wanted to make sure he hadn't quit. I told them that he hadn't and about our crazy life. The owner said, "Oh good."..." Noah is one of his favorite in the group and is on the front row for the performance." I know Pride is bad, but it sure makes a Mom proud to hear that (even if we are constantly trying to harness all that energy into a stronger break dancer and not so much spazziness).

Friday, January 21, 2011

It's Getting Old

It  is getting old being sick. I started to come down with a cough over the weekend and I hoped it was just a little bug. We got back in town late Sunday and it went down hill from there. I pretty much just layed around and got little accomplished this week and I'm sick of it. The cough got worse, the body aches came, my throat got sore and then I lost my voice. I am slowly getting it back, thankfully. I told Scott that most men would be happy to have their wives loose their voice but not him. He wanted to ask twenty questions on everything. It was hard to squeak the answers out and I tried to get him to ask yes or no questions so I could just shake my head. Instead I got multiple choice. I am sick of drowning in water and eating endless supplies of oatmeal and chicken noodle soup, but that is all I've been able to handle. Hopefully it will be over soon.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

I can't believe I won something!!

I joined a site Scrapbooking Challenges to help give me inspiration and fun with my scrapbooking. Over the weekend you had to do a layout and go to everyone's blog and check theirs out. I thought it would be fun , so I did it. Today I found out I won one of the prizes. I am so excited, I could use a pick me up and it is super cute . Check it out
You can check out my page I made here.
It's fun to win something and get some scrapbooking done at the same time.


Thursday, January 6, 2011

One of my goals this year


I am not a big New Year's Resolution person, but I do have goals I set every so often. One I am hoping to accomplish this year is getting my scrapbooks done for 2004 and 2005. I am only doing two complete year because I realized 2004 was a little slim on pictures. I wondered why I was such a slacker, I know we all have those years, and then I remembered that it was the year we moved to Farmington. The first part of the year was filled with Scott starting back to school online and me getting the house ready to sell (painting, fixing, cleaning out, and all that fun stuff). We had decided to move and didn't tell  anyone for a long time, we were worried about Scott keeping his job until we were prepared to move. So, needless to say, it was a crazy year. I probably still have a ton of pictures when I get right down to it, just not the usual 1000 or so of each kid ;) I know a lot of people think I am crazy doing this being so far behind, but I just can't resist the walk down memory lane and these cute faces.
They are classic Harley and Noah faces that are made to this day.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Just thought I'd let you know

I am freaking out right now about getting into the Moab Half! I really don't know how I am going to do it. I feel like my mind is defeating me without even trying! I need a serious and quick attitude adjustment! I hope to prove myself wrong in the end, but right now it all just seems impossible. I just need to adopt the I can do this mantra. Only time will tell at this point. It will be a to finish and not for time on this one I'm afraid.