Sweaty compression bras, the struggle is real … 

There is a subject many female runners can relate to. Often times we joke about it, but it’s actually something we must deal with after every run. The removal of our sweaty compression bras. Good grief. It can be a workout in and of itself.

I went to yoga last night (trust me, I am going somewhere with this). I didn’t stretch before my class started and realized that was a bad idea after my left shoulder decided it wasn’t going to work anymore. Fun.

I didn’t think much about my shoulder after class was over. It wasn’t bothering me at all. To be honest, I forgotten that I had even done something to it. HOWEVER, the memory came flooding back after my run this morning when I tried to QUICKLY get in the shower. At that moment I became VERY aware that my shoulder was still sore. AND I was trapped in my sweaty compression bra! No … REALLY! I honestly thought I might have to cut it off me, because clearly, I wasn’t going to call anyone for help. It took me a few minutes but I did eventually pry myself out … it was no easy feat!

Well, I hope you all have a day where the struggle is real!!!

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A pretzel …

I’m not sure if it’s age, activity or sleeping in a weird position, but holy moly, some mornings I’m a twisted mess. And worse, I sound crunchy when I start to move. Luckily it’s not every day, nor does it last more than a few minutes. But still. YIKES!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t look, sound and feel like a pretzel!!!

Finding peace in my pain … 

I’m still incredibly sad today but it comes in waves now. It’s not easy to lose someone so close to you. I know this. I’ve been through it a few times over now. It’s a process. And it’s tough. Grieving is a reminder of how genuinely you can love someone. And what you lost. The pain is immeasurable. The sadness, so deep. Yet to feel all of this is necessary to gain a sense of a new normal. Things will never be the same and daily we discover how things will now be without our loved one. Some days are better than others. We learn ways to remember them fondly and manage our grief. But we never forget. Not. Ever. All of this discomfort becomes part of the journey that we continue to share with the person that we lost. I find beauty and comfort in knowing this. It becomes a relationship between souls, not people. A connection more profound than one that relies on our humanness to maintain. True love transcends all of that. 

Well, I hope you all have a day where you find peace in your pain!!!

Broken-hearted … 

Last night my dear friend and sorority sister lost her battle with ovarian cancer. She was so strong and brave. She was a warrior and I couldn’t be more proud to call her my sister and friend. Yesterday I was able to see her. I sat next to her holding her precious hand and rubbing her arm. I couldn’t be more grateful to her husband for giving me that time with her. I will cherish every moment we shared and every memory we made; our college days, our long talks, our texts and our silliness and laughter. She was an incredible woman exemplifying what it means to LIVE with cancer. She enjoyed her days, sharing them with family, friends and coworkers. She faced every step of her battle with humor and grace. I miss her so deeply already and I will love her forever.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you aren’t broken-hearted!!!

Waiting for something big …

Southern California is supposed to be getting some serious rain today. So far, where I am, it’s been a little windy and somewhat rainy. It’s been quite a few years since we have had any considerable rainfall, so I’m not sure if all the “hype” is going to be realized in a Noah’s Ark size storm. Perhaps we’re all just a little shocked that it’s actually raining again. HA!

Well, I hope you all have a day where something BIG happens!!!

Cover up that hair crazy lady … 

My hair. It’s been the topic of several blog entries over the years. It’s red. It’s curly. And it gets rather large even when cut short. It has fascinated many. Even strangers who find the need to comment on it freely … and touch it. I honestly don’t get it. But I’ve lived with it my whole life so I guess I’m just used to it.

I can’t deny, however, that I’ve used the looks of my hair to get to my crew, HA! My bed-head is quite a sight and requires a hat for containment. I have, throughout the years, told my crew in the midst of our morning craziness to, “Behave or I’m taking the hat off!” This has worked especially well at school drop off. I’ll be honest, it’s fun to say it just see their reactions. GASP. Followed by a NO! It’s hysterical!

Reese being the youngest has never “chimed in” regarding my hair. I’ve found it so sweet that she loves me so much that she doesn’t care how I look. The precious innocence of a child and their unconditional love is truly priceless. This is my Reese in a nutshell. But it all ended today. HA, again!

This morning as I was running around getting her ready for school I quickly pulled my hair back into a bun. I actually made quite an effort since it’s still pretty short. But I looked in the mirror and thought it looked good enough for public viewing and opted for no hat. Until Reese saw me and said, “Mama, hat.”

My precious little pea, who still struggles with her words, was so disturbed by the looks of my hair that she made the effort to say that I needed to put a hat on. Is anyone else laughing except me?!?! I honestly thought it looked OK! All I could do was crack up … oh … and put on a hat.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you cover up!!!

I’ve given up bending … 

I’ve always done a lot of core work when I work out. It has served me well, especially these past four months. Recently I decided to add more of the same things I have been doing for years. Nothing different, just more days of what I normally do. And wow, can I feel it! I haven’t been this sore in a long time. I keep telling myself that sore is good … and that NOTHING I drop on the floor is important enough to retrieve. HA!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you can bend!!!