This past weekend was absolutely beautiful. The weather, the sunshine. *happy sigh* I could see the snow capped mountains for miles. I constantly remind myself never to take this view for granted.
Right now we are going through every single corner of our house and cleaning it out. We are physically putting a hand on everything we own and deciding if it should stay in our house or go. If it’s a “go”, out the door with it (which takes 2 votes). If yes (even just 1 vote) then we decide where exactly it goes. A place for every thing and every thing in its place. The main floor is a few feet of playroom floor space away from being done!
After quite a few days in the house going through cabinets and cupboards, I had penciled in 2 hours all to me on Saturday. O took Pip and Liv to go pick us up some lunch. I, on the other hand, laced up my shoes and decided to set some sights on some personal records.
And I nailed it. Longest run at home, some seriously consistent splits and a best time. Only missed my goal by 2 minutes. I’ll blame stop lights and call it a win!
The Princess Half Marathon is just a few weeks away… I had doubts as to my abilities back in January. But I know I’ve got the Half in the bag this time and can’t wait!
This next week I’m pulling out my sewing machine and working on my costume…. I’ll post here when I’m done!
We don’t watch much TV in our house. We’ll go weeks without even turning it on. If it is on with the kids awake, we try to have it only be shows that teach (such as documentaries). Don’t worry, Pip gets to watch movies at Nana’s house and cartoons with his cousins. He’s far from deprived and is up on all the modern references 😉
Growing up we watched a LOT of movies by Feature Films for Families. After I was grown, the company put out a line for younger kids, known as “Stepping Stones”. My mom has continues to support the company long after we owned every film and has now made sure our kids all have a library of quality entertainment.
So, last night we started a new family activity – movie night. Pip picked a movie, then he and daddy popped popcorn on the stove. Mommy and Liv pulled out snuggle blankets for everyone and found the big popcorn bowl. We pulled out “the parking garage” (a small basket) and put our phones in it, placing them way over in the kitchen. Then we all got on mommy’ s couch (that’s a hilarious story for another time) and watched Jasper: Journey to the End of the World.
If there was any doubt that my kid’s love language is quality time, you should have felt the happiness seeping out of his being for those 90 minutes.
Growing up I would always answer the “Where are you from” inquiry with a proud “Illinois!” Don’t get me wrong, I still answer that way and still call Champaign/Urbana my hometown. But moving around as much as we have means we have had a lot of places we call home. Which, by default, means we also have a lot of places we miss.
I’m just starting to find the hidden gems in our, Lord willing, final hometown. A good barn for my horse, favorite restaurants and the mail lady at the post office knows me (ok, really the kids) by name. I know shortcuts and can give newbies advice on where to find things. I even figured out how to order at our local coffee stand to get a pretty close replica of The Common Place’s beloved Holy Brown Cow (Gosh I miss Indiana, PA).
This week I ended up meeting with a community board member for coffee. I wanted to learn some more about my community and he was more than willing to oblige. It affirmed my adoration of this town as I heard some of the amazing things going on here.
Then today I ran further than I ever have in my town. I usually run one for many loops I’ve mapped out that all bring me back home. Recently I found out that the local Episcopalian church has a prayer labyrinth on its property. So, tonight, I ran the 4 miles to the church and spent some time in the labyrinth. Along the way I saw new things, understood how some paths connected and observed my town (and it’s people) in a whole new way. It was fun to see my town from a different perspective and fall a little more in love ❤️
Now to get some lined leggings… 27°F is no joke in summer running leggings! Brrrr
I ran in high school. Really just to keep up (and beat) some of the boys.
Once I did? I quit.
I ran in college because I feared the freshmen 15.
When I realized it wasn’t happening? I quit.
Getting pregnant was taking a long time (again), so I started running.
Then I got pregnant. And quit.
Then I saw a post about the Disney World Half Marathon… so I started again.
And I didn’t quit.
I ran outside until the cold hives got too bad. Then O got me a treadmill and I started running inside. We traveled and I found ways to run.
I didn’t quit.
Flash forward 7+ months and it was January 6th, the night before the race. I was excited. I was scared. I was packed. I’d put in the miles.
I wasn’t quitting.
As I crawled into bed I checked the weather and the official Facebook page for the race. They called it. It was cancelled.
And I quit.
Yep, just like that I quit. I called Oliver and cried.
Not many people know this, but my grandma was a runner. I actually forgot this myself until we were preparing for our recent trip.
They live in the hills outside San Diego, so needless to say I was NOT training there! Heck, I don’t even enjoy driving those hills!
So, after I arrived, I asked grandma for some running spot recommendations. With a twinkle in her eye, she told me about her favorite spot.
Each day I ran, I’d return back to their house and grandma would ask about the trail. Did I see any animals? Did I beat any of the boys? I diligently reported on the friendly old men who cheered me on, the hawk that swooped my head, and how many people I “beat” to the corner.
I loved “her” trail. It smelled of eucalyptus and went around a quiet golf course. It took me past a few horse stables, and kept my mind sharp dodging puddles.
It would be crazy to grow eucalyptus in my basement to make treadmill running easier, right?