Living, loving and laughing … 

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: 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 🙂

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 🙂

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

Get your mind out of the gutter …

IT started out pretty small and easy to handle. But the more I messed with it, the BIGGER it got … and the HARDER it became … REAL HARD. I wasn’t sure if I could handle it … but in the end, I DID IT.

… darn those TO DO LISTS, they can really get out of hand.


Well, I hope you all have a day where your mind isn’t in the gutter!!!