Thursday, October 14, 2010

I'm in love with a.........

......runner?? Well, I'm not. My hubby is though. No, no, no. He isn't leaving me for someone else, sillies. I'm the runner!! I know, right? Knock me over with a feather. I'm just as shocked as you really.

Once upon a time, I used to love running. I'd go running, I mean, force my sister to let me drag along with her on her runs. She ran a lot. Of course, I wanted to be like my big sister! I started playing basketball and found I had a true love for this thing called running. I have NEVER been a sprinter. EVER. I've always been a distance runner. That was until a couple of knee surgeries. After I tore my ACL in the summer before eleventh grade, I just quit it all. I was FINISHED. Why bother with exercise if it will just end up in injury. Not worth the pain and recovery.

So, I quit running. For 12+ years. I found myself day dreaming to the time when I could just run for miles and miles. I missed running. I didn't miss it enough to stop making excuses. I'm too fat. My knees hurt. I can't run with three kids. I'm never alone. Ya get the idea. The list went on and on and on.

My breaking point was when two of my brothers were visiting me at my house. I was looking at them and realized, "I'm THE fat sister. I'm THE soccer mom who is really fluffy." I was suddenly embarrassed. Enough was enough. The very same day, I loaded the kids up and went to a local track. The kids played on the field while I did the Couch 2 5K program. This was perfect! Yes, it was pretty damn hard, but I was doing it! It was perfect until that track flooded. We went to another local track. They were replacing the field, meaning lots of trucks in and out with three kiddos.....yeah. Not going to work. Then there was the little issue of when the older kids go to their dad's. Who was going to play with Crash? Uh...... Couldn't push him in the stroller because that was against track rules.

It was over like that, but just for the time being. I started reading about Alyssa's running adventures and tales. She was kicking some serious butt and I was getting really jealous. Why the hell couldn't I do what she's doing? What's my excuse? Cue excuse list. No more. Not going to do it. I'm going to get my ass out there and do this for real. And so my love affair with running was rekindled. I was running hills. I was running while pushing Crash in his stroller. I was finally doing things I never thought I could do.

I'm not a speed demon by any means. I have a hard time running a full 5k. I'm not there yet, but I will be eventually. I knew I was a runner when I started planning my next routes in my head. Thinking of ways to change it up and make it longer. I knew I was a runner when I had every reason to not run but got out there and did it any way. I knew I was a runner when I was disappointed in myself when I ran out of time to get a couple miles in. It feels good to be a runner again.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Excuses, excuses

I have a MILLION excuses why I haven't been blogging, but I bet we are all tired of hearing them, aren't we? Well, too bad!! I'm going to give ya mine any way!

Where to start, where to start. My computer is a hunk of junk. Ok, so not really. I am positive my friend will remedy the problem. I have just been too busy to even bother with it. Mine poopooed out on me again while I was editing photos(from my first paying job!!). I needed a new 'puter pronto. Hubs and I priced them, but didn't find what I needed in our price range. Then I light bulb came on. Hubs has a super bad ass laptop that would be perfect for me and editing photos(cuz I plan on keeping this thing up). It made sense for him to get some cheap, little laptop that he can use to surf the interwebs doing super important things like watching You Tube and perusing Craigslist. In a perfect world, we could have just not spent the money on new machine all together and shared the one laptop, buuuuuuuuut we aren't very good at sharing some things. And by we, I mean him. :o)

Ok, so I really don't have a lot of excuses. I've just been busy with life and that's ok with me. I do love blogging and reading comments. It is so nice to have an outlet for all the crazy things that happen in life. I've come to a point in my life where blogging just isn't a first priority. If I have time to do it, then I will. If I do not have time, well, I'll get to it when I can. I used to be this crazy freakazoid who HAD to blog every thing. It got to the point that I was stressing myself out over absolutely nothing. Seriously? What's more important: my blog or my family? My blog, duh! No? Oh, yeah, my family is. Hands down. I LOVE spending time with my family. I've learned to treasure it even more than I did before. I'm not sure how that's humanly possible, but such is the case. We have been busy every day we are together, it seems, and I quite like it that way. The weather has been amazing and we are having the greatest time running around like fools outside. My life and my family are not perfect by any means, but they are mine. I wouldn't trade either one for anything. I've worked damn hard to get them both where they are today. I am damn proud of both of them.

Now please don't thing I am in any way insinuating people who blog daily are any lesser of a human being. Not the case. I admire people who are able to do it. I truly do. I am actually jealous of people who are able to balance it all. I'm not good at balancing, literally and figuratively. Not to mention, I look forward to reading the blogs of my buddies at night. It's the 5 minutes of alone time I get in a day and I spend it with my virtual friends. Time well spent, I might add. I said family is important to me and that includes my little online family that I have built up. I love you guys!! "Sheesh. Is she done with all this crap with looooooove?!" Yes she is. For now.