So I have a problem. For the last 3 weeks or so, Gideon won't take naps. He's learned how to climb out of his crib (yes, the mattress is lowered as far as it can go. It has been for months.) So nap time has become a ritual of me lying him down and then listening to him move his furniture around for about 15 minutes until I go in and lay him down again. We do this for an hour to an hour and a half a day. (And yes, I'm serious about the furniture moving. I need to get his room carpeted so he'll quit scratching the hard wood floors.) Once or twice he's given up and fallen asleep. Even more rarely he'll fall asleep playing or watching cartoons (as was the case yesterday.) Please don't suggest to me putting him in the car, because he's got some sort of built in radar that feels when the car begins to slow, so he's usually awake as we pull back into the garage and generally won't go back to sleep. On my third trip to lay him down today, this is what I found:
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sleep Deprived Munchkins don't mix well with Baby Powder
Monday, November 9, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Training Blog
So for those of my friends who are interested, my sisters & I have set up a training blog to help motivate & support one another as we get ready for the Teton Dam Marathon next summer. There will be training plans for beginners as well as nutrition information & product discussion. Check it out if you're interested.
www.7galsintraining.blogspot.com
FYI- For those who are wanting to start running, or considering running, there's a fantastic beginning training program on there right now! Enjoy!
Monday, November 2, 2009
I'm still in shock!
I'm still shocked. In complete disbelief!
I was sitting around this morning and finally decided that I couldn't take it anymore. I'm on such a low calorie intake that I'm not supposed to exercise, but I had to at least do something. So I decided to go for an easy mile run. I left munchkin with Nana and told her I'd be back in 2o minutes. I figured having not run in over 3 months, and having been on a very low calorie diet for so long that I'd probably not be able to run very far and I'd have to just walk most of the way.
I got in the car and set the trip odometer. I went a mile, taking careful notice of where a half mile and three quarters of a mile were, so I'd be able to time myself.
I started out at a nice easy pace. Afterall, this was my first attempt back, so no rush. I was careful to pay attention to my body trying to focus more on my core than my arms and legs. I had my music going, but surprisingly, I wasn't really paying attention to it. I was focusing more on trying to run with proper form and just get back into the rythym of running.
I had fully intended to turn around at the half mile mark, but I felt pretty good, so I decided just to keep going. I was still running at an easy relaxed pace when I hit the 3/4 mile mark and decided to turn back, only because I knew how long it had been since I'd gone for a run. I made it back to the house and hit my stop watch. I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd gone a mile and a half in 15:18. That's a 10 minute mile!
To put this into perspective for you, when I ran my first 5K in July my mile pace was 13:31. I had wanted to break a 10 minute mile, but I couldn't even come close. Three weeks later in my second 5K my mile pace was slightly better, 13:07.
But even better than turning in a surprisingly fast time, was the fact that I felt so great at the end of it. I really think I could have gone two miles if I'd wanted to. Instead of feeling relief at the end and gratitude that my daily torture was finally over, I felt surprised that I had a desire to keep going. My foot didn't hurt at all, and when the run was over it wasn't throbbing or swelling or anything. For the first time EVER both of my feet felt fantastic! (Further proof that surgery was long overdue!) And although my breathing was somewhat labored and I definitely felt the effects of not having worked out in three months, I felt exhilarated.
In all my running before I forced myself through mile after mile. Slogging along, feeling like I was dragging my entire body.
I don't know if it was the fact that I was focusing on my core and my breathing or my form. Or the 22.6 lbs I've recently shed, but somehow today was different. I felt light, almost weightless at times. And although I could feel my muscles and my heart and lungs working, it didn't feel like I was dying.
Even now, several hours later I'm still in shock. And perhaps the most surprising fact of all is that I actually can't wait to go out and do it again tomorrow.
The Best Week EVER!!!!!!
So next week was already going to be awesome for multiple reasons:
1. I'll be off my diet & able to start running again after a more than 3 month hiatus. (YES!)
2. College basketball season tips off next week & my boys in blue in are action on Monday the 9th against Florida International University.
and this morning I got the third reason why next week will be the best week ever. See this paper chain: That's how many days until Travis gets home! (HALLAH-FREAKIN'-LUJAH!)
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Who knew church could be so dangerous!
So after Sunday School, I went to pick up Gideon from the nursery. One of the nursery workers told me that he had some small scratches on his face from one of the other kids. But she said he didn't cry for very long so that's why they didn't come and get me. Somehow I think she was downplaying the damages to make me feel better. He has scratches from his eye all the way down the front of his face along his chin, down his neck and back behind his ear. (The picture really doesn't do it justice.) I don't know what child did this or what the adults were doing while said child was clawing my son's face off, but let's just say this has awakened some maternal instincts I didn't know I had. I think the reason they didn't come and get me when it happened is because they were afraid to. I mean seriously it looks so much worse in person than you can see in the pictures. There's no way this should have been allowed to happen. I understand that kids this young sometimes bite and hit and pinch and scratch, but what I take issue with is the adults. What were they doing while this was happening?
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Happy Haunting
"MMMMMMM...Chocoloate dipped carmel corn on a stick for breakfast! I love Halloween!"
Ryan....er....that is, random Morracan dude with a knife came home for the weekend to be with Skye, so they came trick-or-treating with us. I've decided that next year, I'm going as Princess Jasmine. Last year Jesse & this year Skye, so next year, me. It was cute, all of the little girls on the street kept coming up to her, "Hello, Princess Jasmine." The same thing happened to Jesse last year. So maybe they'll recognize me if I do that next year. Hmmm...I'll have to locate the long black wig from the witch costume of '04.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Our Halloween Eve
Wow it's been a busy day and it's not even Halloween yet! First we had to go to a funeral for Travis's uncle. That was sad, but Gideon is turning out to be quite the little lady killer. At the luncheon he had an entourage of five little girls (ranging in age from 4 to 10) following him as he ran circles around the gym. He had them totally wrapped around his little finger. But it was after the funeral that the real fun started.