A little snippity, snip, snip...
a lot of bits and scraps,
eventually leads to this:
Fingers crossed that all future homework is this much fun.
a lot of bits and scraps,
eventually leads to this:
Sometimes you pause to take in the fact that your steel cut oats are dripping down the front of your fridge and you are now short one purple Fiesta bowl. Oops. On the upside, you learn that steel cut oats are not as goopy as regular cooked oatmeal and are relieved it was not one of the retired chartreuse bowls (i.e. more $$$).
Sometimes you take a moment to reflect on the change happening for our country.
Sometimes you discover a new addiction. As if you need another one, of course.
Sometimes you stop for a moment to soak up the little girlness that surrounds you. Even as she eats her taco soup for lunch.
I've known for a while that I've been, oh...shall we say lax with the strength training/target area type workouts. And several of my areas need targeting.
So carpe diem and all that. I tried 30 Day Shred with Jillian Michaels (AKA The Biggest Loser trainer) first.
And here I am a few minutes later sucking wind.
Yeah, it's a good workout. Level 1, that is.
Scott and I commemorated our 13 years of marriage yesterday (our anniversary was in June) by running 13.1 miles. Except not really together, because he runs much faster than I do. And there were approximately 18,000 other people running around us. Well, go big or go home, right?
Late Friday afternoon we braved the traffic and managed to get downtown to pick up our race packets. Remember our anniversary present? Well, the day of reckoning is fast approaching, less than 24 hours. Eeek!
Getting our packets was rather exciting because it was Scott's first time to get his very own. Doesn't he look thrilled? Or perhaps slightly scared?
Wasn't that what Debbie Reynolds sang in Singing in the Rain? Our morning routine isn't always that perky and peppy, but we muddle through.
A. usually wakes up happy and raring to go. Me, not so much. Once A. does her morning routine (play, potty, play, brush teeth, flip through some books, get dressed, dawdle, make her bed), which can take anywhere from 10-30+ minutes, punctuated by my gentle reminders softly whispered up the stairs (oh how I kid!), she eats a quick breakfast.
Yes, she still eats at the kitchen counter standing on her little step stool. It works for us and she doesn't seem to mind. Sadie doesn't mind either because there is always the chance A. will drop something.
I usually have one cup of coffee before taking her to school, and oh my, it is DELICIOUS. Look how happy I am:
I resolve to take more self-portraits with those that I love.
After supper, after splashing in a bath and once PJs were donned we had a little time for a game with our Little Pet Shop friends.
I am also trying to remember that no matter what, "I am fearfully and wonderfully made" Psalm 139:14
However. My good friend Vanity wants me to sign up for Weight Watchers again, this time with a clear goal set, say 3-4 months. Last spring WW worked well for me and I lost 20+ pounds (most of which I'm sure have returned). My other friend, Penny Pincher Cheapmeister wants me to give it a go on my own. I'm still on the fence, and the fence is hurting my larger heiny.
What to do, what to do...
This past week my little girl was all about having two ponytails.
Every. Single. Day.
Surprisingly, I was okay with that since few things say little girl to me like two little ponytails. I'm sure there will come a day, in the not so distant future, when she will no longer let me fix her hair or she may even want her hair cut (Gasp!).
Problem solving by a five year old. Love that.
The chair was living upstairs but has now rotated to our family room. The beige couch is new to us too, a benefit of trickle-down economics (it's my dad's old couch).
Yesterday, as I pulled into our garage, I glanced over at this antique fan that had been hanging out in our garage for a while. It was high time to do something with it. See the maker? Diehl? Well, that's actually my maiden name. Pretty cool, huh? My dad and uncles started collecting these from flea markets and antique fairs a few years back and he let me have one. I cleaned it up just a bit and set it up on our mantel.
The mantel area is still a work in progress, not quite sure what type of progress yet, but it definitely needs something. Any ideas? The antique pitchers might need some tall grasses or sticks. I want to bring in soft neutrals (cream, off-white, ecru--it's fun to say ecru), browns and blues to off set all the green we have going on around the room. I'd like to collect white or cream plates and do a wall arrangement too.
Oh. I might as well admit this as well, I have a hankering for some animal print somewhere, maybe a pillow. Possibly just a touch of well heeled giraffe. Are we still friends?
Moving right along...
Our little geese family has migrated to the top of our TV armoire. They make me happy too.
I don't want to buy anything, or at least not big things if I can help it. I tried rummaging around our local Goodwill, certain that amazing treasures were just waiting for me to find them. Nope. The only productive thing was A. had to visit the loo for a poo. Nice.
I've been piling pine cones in bowls and vases this winter (A. is my hunter-gatherer) and that's been one of my favorite decorative touches. You can't beat free and natural!
I am almost motivated to borrow my dad's sander and tackle two pieces of furniture that have been living in our garage for, oh, ever. Almost. My plan is to sand them down a bit and then paint them black and distress them. Soon after I'll be making those silhouettes and finishing my quilt too.
(Did you catch my eye-roll?)
I'll keep you posted.
That's a mighty clever title, no?
I had a lot of fun reading your guesses about my playlist. Thanks everyone for playing along! Before the race I updated my playlist and added several songs. Some were old school like ABBA and The Cars, some were heavier like Van Halen's Running with the Devil and a new favorite from Beyonce, Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It). One of the best ones I moved up to the front is Get'cha Head in the Game from, yes, High School Musical. It's saccharine peppiness perks my feet right up.
Anyway, back to the point.
My legs have been a little sore these last few days which has served to remind me I need to stretch more regularly and use my foam roller. Foam rolling helps as a form of self-massage to work out tightness and sore spots.
Professional sport massages are wonderful, but can be expensive to schedule regularly. A high-density foam roller can help fill in the gaps between appointments and maybe even save you some money.
In my last running post I mentioned taking an ice bath which aids in muscle recovery after longer runs. I think the key is to take your ice bath as close to the end of your run as you can, the sooner the better. Everyone has his or her way that works best for them, I have finally figured out what works for me. On your way home from your long run or race stop by the convenience store and buy two bags of ice (last week I only used what was in our ice maker, it was okay but not quite enough). Start filling your tub with cold water with the sealed bags of ice in there as well. You only need enough water to cover your legs. Grab a big mug of hot coffee or cocoa and climb on in. Once you are in, open the bags of ice and try to sit at least 10-15 minutes. It's terribly shocking at first, but works miracles on sore muscles.
What new songs are playing in your ears? Do you use a foam roller or take an ice bath? What muscle remedy works best for you?
Scott is back at work.
Annelise is at school for the next 3 hours.
Christmas has been put away.
It's raining, dreary and cold.
There is nothing remotely urgent that needs to be done right now, so...
Can you guess what I did this morning?
You are right! I ran the Half in the 10th annual Texas Marathon in Kingwood Texas. I had heard positive things about this New Year's Day event and when a friend mentioned giving it a try, I was all over it.
It is a smaller race, about 400 runners between the full and half, with plenty of friendly support and great organization.
One section of the looped course was filled with everyone's names stapled to the trees. I may never have my name in lights, but it's been stapled to a tree. Isn't that nice?
Our goody bags were filled to the rim with coffee mugs, a hat, nice gloves, a sport bottle and a nice long sleeved shirt. There still might be other goodies in there, I haven't dug to the bottom yet. After the race there were stacks and stacks of hot pizza, sodas and cookies. I never thought I would cross the finish line and immediately go for a slice of za, but apparently if it's available I'm all over it.
Since it was the 10th year for this event, and we are of course in Texas where everything is bigger and better, this is the medal...