Highly caffeinated …

I woke up at 3 a.m. AGAIN. After putting up a good fight, I eventually gave into my insomnia and got up and worked at my computer for a little while. Then I did a few things around the house before I headed out for my 5-miler. It’s insane to think that I had to kill time before I left. But trust me. It is WAY LESS weird to run at 5 a.m. than it is at 3:30a.m. HA! When I got back from my run I made myself some coffee and I got ready for my day. I got my girls off to school and then I met a friend for breakfast (which included a whole lot more of coffee). Afterward, I ran a TON of errands. Iced tea in tow. Then I did some more Christmas shopping. I’m sure at some point, when all that coffee and tea wear off, that I will just collapse from exhaustion. But until then, I’ll be thankful that I had a little help (OK, HUGE AMOUNTS) to get through my day.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are highly caffeinated!!!

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Merry and Bright …

I’ve mentioned before that I love running early in the morning. And by “early” I mean at UNDEAD hours when only me and the vampires are out. HA! As much as I love running early, I REALLY REALLY love running early this time of year. Why? Because of all the people who forget to turn their Christmas lights off. It’s beautiful being out there. Like my own private Christmas Light show. So quiet. So festive. This is another one of those unexpected gifts that God has given me through running. There are too many to count! And I find that this particular gift stays with me all day changing my thoughts and feelings into Christmas treasures.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you feel MERRY and BRIGHT!!!

A paper cut …

I am not generally a wimp. I tend to have a pretty high pain threshold. A broken back at age 15, childbirth (four times and let’s not forget that emergency Caesarean section), multiple foot fractures, and two bouts of viral meningitis have put me to the test. Oh and let’s not forget running. That hurts … and marathoning, REALLY hurts. So needless to say, life and my passion have caused me a lot of pain. And I’ve survived all of it. But every once in a while I am subjected to something seemingly minor that I CANNOT handle … and I become a raging whiner.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t get a paper cut!!!

Windchill …

There is something that I don’t think that I completely understood until I started running seriously again in my 30s. When my runs became longer and earlier. I think living in Southern California also seemed to lessen its’ impact so it wasn’t really an issue. But I am definitely aware of it now. And days like today, it courses right through me!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you avoid the windchill!!!

Pink skies and an easy run …

Some mornings are ROUGH getting out there to get my miles in. And let’s not talk about how hard even a short run can be on those days. UGH.

Then there are mornings like today.

I woke up before my alarm, I hopped out of bed and I took off. I didn’t have a long run scheduled but my miles just seemed to fly by. They weren’t forced. It was wonderful being IN that zone when running feels to come naturally for me. This certainly DOES NOT happen every day. But it happens enough.

My morning gifts didn’t end there. As I was finishing my run I was rewarded with an breathtakingly beautiful sky. This is usually when the tears flow. I can’t help it. How can I? There is something that overwhelms me at the break of dawn, when the clouds make a perfect filter for the spectacular colors changing behind them. Maybe it’s the feeling of hope. Or perhaps it’s an appreciation for second chances and new beginnings. I’m not really sure. But I can say, that for this runner, mornings don’t get much better than this.

Well, I hope you all have a day that easy going and decorated with pink skies!!!

The sound of rain …

I should be irritated. It woke me earlier than I normally wake up. And it immediately made me think of 10 things that I needed to do because it finally showed up. Thank God I took the trash cans out to the curb last night! I also resentfully decided that I wasn’t running in it either. I cursed it’s unpredictability.

But not for long and definitely not like I used to.

As I have grown older I don’t mind it. Before I saw it as an indicator of a more difficult day. ESPECIALLY when my crew was really little. But now, not so much. It’s nice. It makes me feel cozy. And a whole lot LAZY. A friend recently described me as the busiest person that they knew. So maybe a HAULT in my normal routine is something that I have come to appreciate. Trust me, it doesn’t disrupt my day to the point where I turn into a NOT busy person. But it’s enough to slow me down and it allows me enjoy a few peaceful moments that I would have missed otherwise.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you enjoy the sound of the rain!!!

A hand to hold …

As of yesterday afternoon my world finally calmed down. Yay! It’s honestly been a whirlwind. A wave of relaxation literally washed over me after my last meeting yesterday. Last night I realized that I’ve been so busy that I hadn’t really even given much thought to my favorite holiday fast approaching. Even after decorating, confirming with George when he would head home and after booking Sid’s flight it still hadn’t hit me. Talk about distracted!

I had big plans today. Plans to nurture myself. THIS is so important. Seriously, we all need to do more of it. But that’s a topic for another day. My day started early with a wonderful carefree run. I prayed. I thought about Thanksgiving. I thought about how blessed we are and how thankful I am. And then it hit me! ALL of my babies will be home. SOON. I was instantly overcome with emotions. I have not been with all four of my kids at the same time since early August. That’s a first. Again, I don’t like it but I wouldn’t want it any other way. They are off living their lives and becoming who they are meant to be. It’s beautiful.

The picture I posted with this blog is quite a few years old but it’s one of my favorites. I’d be lying if I said that I don’t miss those days. I do. They were days when we were all a bit younger and life wasn’t pulling us in so many different directions. I’m not one to want to turn back time, but I do like to look back. It makes me appreciate our togetherness even more now. I love our family history and the memories that we have made. They are, after all, what paved the way to what is our now. Again, it is beautiful. I know that our NOW might not look like our THEN but it still takes my breath away. These incredible souls are my WHY. I am blessed to be their mom. So so so blessed. And I am grateful that regardless of how much time passes or the distance between them, that they will always have each other to walk through life with. As an only child I wanted this for them. No. I needed this for them. And knowing that they have each other fills this mama’s heart with immeasurable peace and joy.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you have a hand to hold!!!