Keeping my cool, parenting and IKEA …

In the past I have described parenting as a cross between two professions. The first, an air traffic controller and, the second, a hostage negotiator. After 20 years of parenting experience I am pretty sure I could do both those jobs simultaneously. My proof? Not just anyone can get a HANGRY 8 year old to stop alternating between laying on the floor, climbing the walls (literally) and throwing stuffed animals into the high ceilings of IKEA … without breaking a sweat.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you keep your cool!!!

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Fabio the Fitbit is alive and well …

Let’s go back a year. Last summer a friend of mine, Kim, and I ran the Napa to Sonoma Half Marathon. It was an absolutely fantastic race put on by Destination Races. It was coordinated so well. Honestly, it is one of the best races I’ve ever had the privilege to be a part of. From the expo to the finish line activities, it was an incredible race experience. And the course was beautiful!

Anyway, one of the race sponsors was Fitbit. So runners were given a discount on Fitbit purchases. I decided to buy myself the Fitbit HR I had my eye on. And I immediately fell in LOVE! The day after the race Kim and I decided my Fitbit needed a name. I name everything, so why not? HA! Kim came up with the name Fabio. Of course I thought that name was perfect! And just like that, Fabio the Fitbit came into existence.

OK, back to now. Well, sorta. For weeks now I haven’t been able to sync Fabio the Fitbit with the app on my phone. I wasn’t sure why. I thought that perhaps I somehow managed to damage Fabio’s Bluetooth thingy. OK, that totally made me laugh! Anyway, I just hoped Fabio would fix himself. That’s how I roll with electronics. Delusional grandiose ideas of miraculous repairs. Totally rational. OY! But then, when we were in Las Vegas, I swam with Fabio. Oooops. He was submerged in water for a good 15-20 minutes before I realized what I had done. Needless to say I thought I had officially drowned Fabio. NOPE. He never stopped working! NOT. ONCE. I was utterly shocked! And totally impressed with Fitbit! WOW!

But despite not dying in an accidental watery submersion, I still couldn’t get Fabio to sync to my app. UNTIL TODAY! Yep, you read that right! After weeks of not working properly and almost drowning, Fabio the Fitbit is working perfectly again! YAY!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are alive and well!!!

Living, loving and laughing …Β 

It never fails. At some point in every day silliness rears its head. It can even be a horrible day, but then there is that moment where one (or all) of us “starts up”. Within seconds the rest of us are sucked into “the silly” and we are laughing hysterically. We literally can’t resist it. I think that we are pretty lucky to have moments like these that come as frequently as we do. It certainly puts life in perspective and keep things real. I love it!

Well, I hope you all had a day where you lived, loved and laughed!!!

Wine and running (um, OK) …

Tomorrow one of my friends and I will be going to a wine fun run. I honestly have no idea how running and wine go together, but since I like the effects of both, I am totally up for the challenge, HA!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are looking forward to feeling fabulous!!!

22 miles full of laughter …

This morning I ran my final long run for my training for the Ventura Marathon. Training doesn’t end, it just tapers over the next three weeks. Miles go down, so your body has time to recover from what you just did to it, HA!

I don’t care who you are, running 22 miles is never easy … not for anyone. That saying, “If it were easy, everyone would do it” is driven home for me on days like this. Distance running is hard … that kind of distance is brutal. Add in the summer heat and it’s hell.

But. I love it. All of it. The good. The bad. And the ugly. And my 22-miler today was ugly … and rather funny.

There is not much more to say about my run this morning than I already did on my personal page on Facebook. So I guess I’ll just share what I posted here too. No candy coating, I promise. Just some raw honesty. Here goes:

22 miles, on weary legs, a questionable foot, in the dead heat of summer. This is how it all went down:

Mile 1: I feel great, nothing hurts! You got this girl!

Mile 2: Nice pace … don’t be stupid.

Mile 5: Left foot says, “Hey lady, remember me?” … SHUT UP FOOT!

Mile 7: Snot drips into my mouth and an RV with a very hot and smelly exhaust passes me … I die … just a little.

Mile 9: weather.com was wrong. Very.

Mile 10: I ate a whole quarter cup
of pumpkin seeds without gagging. Go me.

Mile 11: Side cramp and a little gagging. Damn pumpkin seeds.

Mile 13.1: Half marathoner … again … WOOT! Singing and happy πŸ™‚

Mile 15: The emotional mile. I love my family and my friends. I cry. Good lord woman, hold it together.

Mile 16: In your face haters! I am #bitchen

Mile 17: Blisters and I am going to lose at least two toenails.

Mile 18: Simple math is lost to me. I am pretty sure 18 is close to 22.

Mile 19: I am down to two pieces of clothing. If I remove any more I will go to jail … is jail air conditoned? Doesn’t sound so bad. #ihatesummer

Mile 21: Everything hurts. I am pretty sure I’m bleeding but I can’t figure out where. There is no joy in this mile. None.

Mile 22: Finished. I am thankful for all the loving and supportive people in my life, for the cold wet grass that is my front lawn, for neighbors who have learned not to call 911 and for running. Running: that amazing thing that shreds me physically and emotionally, but always seems to put me back together just a little bit better than I was before.

22 miles … DONE.

Well, there you have it. My 22-miler in a silly nutshell. There were many times I really didn’t think I was going to make it this far into my training. So many people are responsible for helping me get here. It truly humbles me. So so so many lessons I got to experience along these training miles. Again, I am humbled. I am grateful to still be leaning and growing as a runner. But most of all, I’m thankful to see the humor in all the mishaps. Yes, I love running THAT much. Even the awfulness I have come to appreciate. My mom taught me how to do that. She told me that life is not fair or predictable. That I will face some nasty situations (and people) in life. That things will not go my way. But I have a choice. I can quit and become bitter or … I can be happy and move forward. Yep, I blame my mom … and I would have my life no other way. Thanks mom πŸ™‚

Well, I hope you a have a day where you choose keep on laughing!!!