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!!!

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Up and at it at undead hours …

I woke up at 4 a.m. today. I was WIDE awake but I decided to stay in bed until it was an acceptable hour to run. I’ve mentioned before that my neighborhood wakes fairly early. I am often the first one out there, but it’s usually within a few minutes of running that “Good Mornings” are exchanged with neighbors who are also out starting their day. Four in the morning, however, is pushing it. As understanding and supportive my neighbors may be of my running and training, no one wants their light sensors triggered and dogs barking that early. Unless of course it was a real threat of vampires and werewolves in the area, HA!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are up and at it at undead hours!!!

Home for the holidays …

There is a term that is used around this time of year that I didn’t quite understand until I had older kids who left home. I thought I understood the words, but I didn’t. At least not on a mom level. Now it is a term I use as frequently as life allows. And they are words that fill my heart with a joy I have never known.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you get to go HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS!!!

Enjoying life to the fullest …

I spent a lot of my 48th year recovering from an illness that I never thought I’d have to deal with again. I was wrong. Very, very wrong. And it really made me think.

I have always treasured life’s simple pleasures. I have made sure I have remained appreciative of both the large and small moments in my life. I hold on very loosely to material things as I know they are not what really matters. I believe that love and the people I share it with are the most important things in the world. I felt like I was doing life right. Then disaster hit. Again.

I really think that getting sick can be a way that God gets our attention. And I also believe that age old saying, ” What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger”. So I felt the need to look long and hard at how both those things related to my second bout with meningitis. I’m not sure I have all the answers yet, or if I ever will. I’ve made peace with that. But I am very sure of one thing. God had more time planned for me and I’m not going to waste one second of it.

Well, I hope you all have a life that you enjoy to the fullest!!!

Runners are fickle …

I came in from my run this morning and announced, “I hate running.” Sid said that this statement can only be fully understood if you are a runner. A runner who hates running. Yep, it sounds odd but Sid is right. Running is hard. And it sucks. Yet runners keep doing it anyway. Even after the worst run imaginable we almost immediately start planning the next. Which is exactly what I started doing. Excitedly.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you aren’t fickle!!!

Salting your waffles …

It’s been just over three months since I got sick and the peace of mind I have over the whole experience couldn’t be more rooted in hope … and in humor.

We can spend a lot of time trying to figure out all the WHYS to our unpleasant situations. And even longer being resentful of them. I try to learn from every experience I have. Good or bad, I see them all as lessons. But I’ll be honest, sometimes I just don’t get the point in the lesson in the first place. It can be frustrating to say the least. But it’s at that point when I usually tell myself that WHATEVER the lesson was, it all had a part in shaping me into the woman I’m meant to be. Which in the bigger picture, is kinda cool.

Once I get to this point I can begin to truly appreciate the experience. I can even begin to laugh about it. Which is always good. I know that when I can find humor in an otherwise unpleasant memory, I have achieved my ultimate peace in it. I begin to feel like a warrior and survivor … and not an out-of-control victim.

When I first came home from the hospital my family made me breakfast and Libs brought it to me so I could eat in my bed. She sat with me. I remember being surprised by this. She didn’t just bring it to me and leave, she settled herself on my bed and began talking to me. At the time this seemed so benign. But it became one of the happiest and funniest memories that came out of the whole meningitis (Part 2) experience. I really can’t remember anything Libs and I began talking about, I was still pretty out of it. But I do remember Libs calling my name over and over again. She was saying something and I just was too detached to catch the importance of it. I’m not sure what finally kicked my brain back into reality but I finally heard what she was saying. “Mom, you’re salting your waffles!” Well, we got a pretty good chuckle out of that one! And it’s continued to be a staple comment in our family when someone does something loopy.

It’s been a long three months. They have NOT been easy. I am still not myself physically. The fatigue is down right depressing at times. But I know that I am doing everything I can to get stronger. And thankfully, it’s working. Slowly but surely, it IS working. And I couldn’t be more grateful. But I still don’t have an understanding of the WHY I got sick again. I have thought about the day I got sick over and over again. The speed work I did on the treadmill just hours before I couldn’t move without excruciating pain. How strong I felt. Then how weak. I just can’t make any sense of it. But that’s OK. With memories of salty waffles, I’ll just laugh about it until I do.

Well, I hope you all have a day where laughter is the best medicine!!!

A second chance … 

Nasty people happen. They are out there. We encounter them. I often leave these encounters wondering WHY for about 10 minutes then I let it go. I’m pretty good at stuff like that because I know that eventually I will find out the WHY. The reason they were NASTY. They are often reasons that give clarity to the interactions. Not that it dismisses their behavior but it certainly makes you understand them a little better. Often times these reasons make me feel bad for the unpleasant person. Sad for their circumstances. I think this is why I try not to hold a grudge and I am willing to forgive people when they apologize. I do need to feel that they are being sincere. And of course, if the negative behavior were to continue then I would set limits with them and likely keep my distance. But giving them the opportunity to show a different side gives us both a chance of having a great friendship.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you give someone a second chance!!!