Monday, November 29, 2010

The greatest lesson you could ever get out of a turkey trot

One that we didn’t even actually participate in.

Sadly, we’ve been battling strep throat around here. And yes, I’m totally that parent that sent their plague infected child to school and passed it around to the rest of the student body just before the holidays. **SIGH**

But before you start booing or throwing things at me, in my defense, I just have to say that the day she told me her throat hurt, it was kind of dry in our house. My throat was kind of sore too (DO NOT whatever you do say I probably had or have it too. I refuse under any and all circumstances to admit that I may have had or may currently have now any sort of virus. I just don’t have the free time to deal with it right now dangit.)

She had no other symptoms. Was not running a fever. And I did even actually whip out the flash light and take a little look-see down her throat. But then again, I’m no doctor and much like I can’t tell you what’s wrong with my car should the check engine light come on (except for maybe in the extremely unusual and rare case of there being, oh I don’t know, let’s say a little leprechaun sitting there on the engine drinking a cup of coffee, tippin’ his hat saying, “top of the morning to ya!” or some other one of these things does not look like the other kind of completely obvious problem), so too am I completely clueless as far as what I’m looking at or for when I shine that flashlight and tell my kid to “say ahhhhhh….”

But, of course, by the time I picked her up from school later that day, I could hear it in her voice, feel it on her forehead, and see it in her eyes. She had something, or in her words, she “got germs.”

A little later that evening, when I took another peek under the hood, there in all his green glory was the leprechaun I’d been looking for . I almost had to bite my tongue to keep my initial shocked reaction of “Oh my God!” to myself. I may not know what strep looks like exactly, but I do know that a throat should have a fairly sizable hole in the back of it and hers was quickly disappearing. It seriously looked like a giant marble or one of those super high bouncy balls you get out of a machine for a quarter (I love those btw) had been implanted in her throat. To the doctor’s asap we were. Strep positive. Say it with me now: “fun, fun, fun.”

But it rarely if ever ends there around these parts. We should have been pretty much all set with the antibiotic. We were at that point still 5 days to go before the annual Turkey Trot Tradition (you know, the convenient tradition that justifies consuming mass quantities of Thanksgiving dinner since almost like magic the EXACT caloric equivalent of what you burn during the race will match what you chow down on later, even if you just do the one mile fun run. SSSSHHH!!! No one tell me otherwise. You’ll ruin my fun for next year!)

But no, for us, things got a little more complicated. The night before the race when she should have been well on the mend, that same little tootsie of mine was up nearly all night with a stomach ache. And so when 5AM rolled around, I wasn’t about to get me…I mean, her out of bed. (Ok maybe both of us. But really, she didn’t need to be out in the cold, wind, and rain in her immune weakened condition. It was completely NOT because of how warm and toasty my covers were. Swear.)

So we missed it. I let her sleep. And wouldn’t you know the very first thing out of that child’s mouth when her pretty little eyes opened just after she got her bearings when she woke up was, “did I miss my race?” Nearly broke my heart to tell her she did. Poor baby. Apparently, it’s become just as much of her tradition as it is mine (muh wah ha ha…my master plan to suck her into my running world is right on schedule ;-)

But it was her reaction/retelling of the missing of her very big race that I wanted to share with you all. (So yeah, you could say that was a WHOLE lot of talking to get to this point eh?)

Later that day the Little Miss very matter of factly said to my mom, “Nana. I didn’t win my race today.” To which my mom slightly perplexed knowing full well the details of the entire situation already replied, “You didn’t?”

“Nope,” she said. “I didn’t win my race because I didn’t go.”

And there you have it folks. Little Miss Obe Wan Runner Kenobi in all her mighty 4 year old wisdom once again. So simple isn’t it?

But you know what? She’s right. You’ll never know exactly what it is you are capable of until you lace them up and try. In running…and in life.

So whatever it is for you, that something you’ve got on your heart to do…go! And know that once you take those first steps to go, you’ve already won.

 'Til next time...

P.S. The Little Miss is feeling much better now btw although she is  currently a terrific color of speckled pink and a tad on the itchy side as we discovered on day 8 (of 10) on her anti-biotic that she’s allergic to it. On a positive note, now we at least know about the allergy and we found out with a fairly mild reaction. Plus, if I ever needed a sign that now’s a good time to slightly back off the training for me, I believe this last week was it. Yeesh!

P.P.S. Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving, survived Black Friday (that’s my Christmas tree putting up day), and have your clicking finger well rested for Cyber Monday!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

That’s it…I’m out and DO NOT try to talk me back in

I will not be running any races any time soon. And no I’m not just saying that this time or trying to trick you into reading further on into my post only to admit that I WILL actually probably run something at some point in the very near future. We’re talking at least spring here.

And I’m also not looking for some rah rah motivational or inspirational pick me up please comments to get me back on track (which you all are so totally and appreciatively good at when needed btw, thank-you, thank-you).

I’m done racing for this year and a good chunk of the next. Period. 

You see, I had seriously intended on training straight through the holidays this time year. In fact, I made up a training plan to run the Rock ‘n Roll marathon in Arizona in January. But then rolled around that little cold, mental running burnout and an unintended break which left me with really not enough time to gear it back up for the whole 26.2. No worries though, I figured I’d just train for the 1/2 instead.

And here’s the point where I’d like to say “but” and then go on to list the nine thousand various things I have to do for the holidays, (you know, the list of things that absolutely no other mother out there except for me has so that I’m completely justified in everything I say here and no one can argue. That list.) but I’ll spare you.

Now, I’m not into making excuses. In fact, I can only imagine the snickers and eye rolls I’d get if I wrote what I’m actually thinking which is I just don’t have the time right now to squeeze in marathon training. Because let’s be frank here, you always have time to do the things you want to do. IF you want to do whatever “it” is bad enough, you’ll make the time. And I’m already aware that some of you rock star running moms out there are doing just that, whatever it takes to get those big up and coming races done. You ladies are awesome!

But right now, what I want most is not a PR or a new running challenge. All I want is a joyful holiday season with my family. One that does not involve me making a mad dash to the shower after an early morning run, followed by angrily bluffing my children to call off their trip to the Santa Breakfast if they don’t get their coat and hat and gloves and shoes on RIGHT NOW so we won’t be late or cutting short the decorating of my 4 year old’s cookie masterpieces that for crying out loud have enough sprinkles on them already one evening only because my tempo run is still hanging over my head.

With the extra constraints on my time right now to make our holidays happy, something’s got to give and the biggest chunk of time in my day that CAN give is running since at least at this point my kids can’t feed, bathe, or apparently even just occupy themselves (at least not in a way I won’t pay for later) without mommy’s help. They need me for all that.

And here’s the thing that I know about myself, a fatal character flaw if you will. (**Deep breath** …about to be brutally honest here.) When I am pressed for time, I am not nice. I’m grumpy, impatient and bossy which is basically fun for no one around me (and for that matter, it’s not too thrilling for me either). I am not the mom I want to be or the mom my children deserve.

Now, don’t panic. I’m not hanging up my running shoes altogether. I’m just shifting into maintenance mode, 3-5 easy paced miles, 4-5 days per week. And as appealing as all the races my family and friends keep emailing me and doing their best to convince me to run “just for fun,” I’m going to pass, because even though races “just for fun” are exactly that, they also seem to fan a little competitive flame that I find extremely hard to resist.

Now, here’s the weird part. The minute I “officially” made the decision to back off some, the guilt set in. Which seems so totally bizarre because I remember feeling the very same guilt at various points of my marathon training because I felt like I was taking too much time away from my family to run. Now that I’m on the flip side, I’m feeling guilty for not running MORE. I guess, in the words of my 4 year old: “You’re Dawned if you do, Dawned if you don’t.” (Not that she actually knows that saying, we just had this whole conversation recently about how saying “Dawn it!” is not ok. She overheard her Papa, but didn’t exactly get it quite right.  I figure I might as well nip it in the bud while it’s still a bud. Why the capital D? Because when I called her out on it after she repeated the phrase tonight when she knocked down her block tower by accident she said: “What? I’m just saying your friend’s name Mommy. You know, Miss Dawn?” as if she got me on a technicality or something. Too bad for her that didn’t fly either.)

So anyway, that’s the deal with me folks, but never fear. I guarantee 15-20 miles a week of holiday running will still churn out its own unique set of stories I’m sure. Plus there’s those giveaways too. So there will be posts. Besides, you know I’m gonna have to update you all on the potty training :-P I wouldn’t dare dream of leaving you all hanging on that!

So here’s to a stress free and memorable holiday season with a little running on the side! Anybody with me?

'Til next time...


P.S. I should probably clarify before I get in trouble, my Dad was not overheard by my 4 year old saying the actual swear word. What he said was, “Darn it!” But did you ever notice how even fairly tame language just does not sound right coming out of a very little kid? I had no idea how many things I say that I probably shouldn’t until they were repeated by my daughter (even if it was kind of funny the first time I heard her say them). And I’m not even talking profanity here, one trip with me in the car during rush hour and she’s got a mouthful of expressions that are probably better left unsaid. Yeesh!(Yes. Yes I have officially scolded or punished myself for some sort inappropriate language in attempt to hopefully keep the same language from being repeated.)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Marathon…check, Potty training…ummm…

Is it just me or does potty training always seem way harder than it ought to be?

I mean for crying out loud, I did just run 26.2 miles in the blazing sun amidst calf cramps, dehydration, hyponatremia, and race hitchhikers. You’d think I’d have the mental toughness to outwit my 2 year old right?

But I’m sooooooooooooooo dreading this (and yes, I realize the use of o’s is excessive, but it’s quite possible I may not have used enough).

And really this post has very extremely little to do with running (besides for my sorry attempt to connect the two topics like I did just a minute ago). But I am DESPERATE for someone out there to pass along their potty training words of wisdom before I face this next challenge. ‘Cause when your 2 year old quietly and mysteriously disappears around the corner and you ask them what they’re doing to which they respond (while red faced and grunting) “I’m poopin’.” Yep, it’s time.

Perhaps I should clarify “potty training words of wisdom” however. By this, what I really mean is the exact location of the store where I can buy the pill to crush and slip into one of her meals that will just magically make her start using the potty all on her own. THAT is the kind of advice I’m looking for.

Trust me. I’m WELL aware of many of the various strategies out there for potty training your precious little peanut. I’m a read all I can find on a subject before proceeding kind of mom, probably to a ridiculously annoying fault as many in my family would surely attest.

A couple of those strategies, I used on daughter #1. They worked. Well, almost. By 2 she for sure knew what she was supposed to be doing and by 2 1/2 we were pretty much accident free. Then Tiger Baby made her arrival  a few months later and the back slide was so fast it’d make your head spin.

What my little darling sensed was that like any mom with a newborn in the house, I was at my weakest (and ironically, if you think about it, also my strongest. Because despite the period of sheer and utter lack of self you are forced to go through when you bring a new baby home, a period which includes a MASSIVE amount of sleep deprivation, crying (baby’s not yours, although…), and massive amounts of apparel destruction via baby waste products, somehow you will STILL find a way to care for that little baby, the Bigs, and whatever other responsibilities can seemingly only be handled by you and you alone. It’s astounding really what moms are capable of even at their weakest moments which is exactly what makes moms so very undeniably and almost freakishly strong.)

But anyhow, sensing this weakness and recognizing a new outlet for my attention that had previously solely belonged to her and her alone, my daughter rebelled…with poop. I’ll spare you the details. But let’s just say, the big girl panties got put back in the drawers and I went back to the store for some more pull-ups. I just didn’t have it in me to fight THAT battle at the same time I was weaning Tiger Baby off her day time sleeping habit and nighttime feedings.

I figured instead of half you know whatin’ it, I’d just put all the potty training aside, give my girlie a chance to forget her new found mommy controlling techniques, and come back to it later, when I was sleeping a little more and thus at least somewhat more patient. Problem solved. She in her pull-ups and me with no more sorely destroyed panties to salvage or carpeting to clean.

For a little while, my plan worked. But then she rebelled again with? One guess. Yep, “It’s poop again!” (movie anyone?). Or actually, art supplies might perhaps be a better term for her weapon of choice during The Great 2nd Uprising.  Being that I am not particularly fond of wall murals anyway, at least not of the wretchedly scented variety, and that I had pretty much had it at that point, I did the only thing left I could think of at the time. I issued a massive threat.

Note to reader: To properly re-enact the situation that follows, you’ll need to read my lines in your most serious mom voice. As for my daughter, you’ll need to mimic your child’s “oh I’m so innocent I have no idea what you’re talking about except that I so completely do and am not really sure if this is gonna work out for me in the end” voice. (And I know you know exactly that to which I refer).

“Alright look,” I told my wide eyed almost 3 year old after she had just ripped off her pull up and attempted to pee down the heating vent in her room (told you she was rebelling. It was a massive battle of wills with that one). “I. Have. Had it. With you not going in the potty. You are a big girl now. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, mamma” replied the culprit sheepishly.

“You know where your pee pee and poo poo go. Don’t you?” I continued.

“Yes, mamma. The potty.” she responded.

“Well, I’m sick of changing your diaper. You are too big and it’s disgusting and I don’t like it.”

Silence. Worried eyes.

“So, do you know what I’m going to do from now on?”

She shakes her head no.

“I’m not changing your diaper anymore.”

She looks shocked. Laughs nervously and asks softly, “Who’s gonna change my diaper mamma?”

“Nobody.” I replied emphatically. “You are a big girl. You are going to wear big girl panties. You are going to go in the potty. (Pause for dramatic effect) If you don’t and you have an accident, then I am going to take your panties off and put a diaper on you like a little girl wears because little girls wear diapers not big girls like you. But, I only have night time diapers left, and when do you wear night time diapers?”

“When I go to bed?” she answered, sort of.

“That’s right. So if I put a night time diaper on you, I am also going to put you to bed. Do you understand?” I asked.

“Yes, mamma,” she told me sealing her fate and signaling the official end of diapers in her world. I made her repeat it.

For a couple of days after that,  it was almost as if a small miracle had occurred. No diapers. No accidents. It was a whole new world at my house. But eventually and inevitably I suppose, she tried to call my bluff.

She peed her pants. It was about 10:00 in the morning and she walked right over admitting her crime, though somewhat nervously. Only problem for her was, I wasn’t bluffing. Without saying much other than to remind her of the new rule, I took the wet clothes off, put on a night time diaper and put her to bed. She was sobbing of course, but I shut the door and walked away anyway.

Now, before you call social services on me for shutting my kid up in her room all day, you should know, I don’t even think she was in there for 10 minutes. I let her cry for a little bit and then walked back in, talked to her and gave her “one more chance”.

The good news: It totally worked. I highly doubt you’re going to find THAT strategy in a book anywhere, but she’s not had an accident since.

And that’s my whole potty training experience. In the end, I guess you could say things worked out. I mean, I don’t have a quickly closing in on 5 year old smearing excrement on the walls or anything. So I’m gonna go ahead and call it a success. Though not fun. Not fun at all.

But what I fear is, in a mere 2 years Tiger Baby has already made it glaringly obvious that she does not have a will that will be easily broken. Hence the whole name Tiger Baby, which was assigned sometime between trying to wrangle her like a wild animal to put clothes on and her tossing her toddler mattress around like a WWE wrestler before flipping it over and ripping the stuffing out of it with her little tiger claws. And so IF it becomes a battle of wills with this one, I’m afraid victory may not be within my grasp.

Wish me luck people. This ain’t no marathon…

 'Til next time...

P.S. Poo in case you’re wondering is totally NOT accepted by spell check along with many of the other dandy doosies in this post…including for that matter, doosie.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

The very unfair and very unavoidable laws of fitness

There’s only two. But there’s no getting around them despite your best efforts.

Rule Numero Uno: It hurts to get in shape, but to get out of shape…not so much. In fact, one might even call it somewhat comfortable or relaxing even to say maybe lie on the couch and watch tv in the evening munching on a little crunchy salty snack of sorts or to catch yourself just a little bit more sleep in the wee hours of the morning rather than go run (not that I’ve been doing any of those things. I”m just sayin’ ;-) )

But to get in shape, now that’s a whole ‘nother story my friends. As you start down that healthy road to fitness there’s not a muscle in your body that’s going refrain from voicing their dissent. Like it or not, you’re going to feel it. Now, really that’s a good thing. You’re sore. You hurt a little because you did a teensy bit of damage to your muscles and when your body goes to repair that damage it says (in your best Brooklyn accent please) “hey, what’s the deal? You gonna let a little runnin’ mess wit you?” Your body of course, doesn’t appreciate the trash talk and responds by growing stronger.

Nope. There’s no accidentally falling into shape. It doesn’t just happen without your noticing. Whereas on the other hand, falling out of shape…oops. One thing leads to another and suddenly you find yourself looking at photos from the trip to the water park you just took with your family only to stumble across a photo of you from behind in your bathing suit walking with your daughter that should be artistic and heart warming and you’ll audibly say something to the nearest person like “WHOA! Who is that walking with the Little Miss? Wait a minute…is that? NO! That enormous behind can not possibly belong to me…can it? Who put that butt on my body?” At least, I heard that happened to somebody once, somebody who of course was certainly not me (except that it so so was).

Wouldn’t it be nice if the sore muscles would come when your falling out of shape instead? Some sort of painful reminder of the giant a$$ that will immediately follow if you don’t take serious action pronto. Is that really too much to ask? Instead of delayed onset muscle soreness (DOMS), it could be deterrent onset muscle soreness. You know, muscle soreness that starts in order to deter you from NOT exercising. I mean, the letters are all the same so that should count for something right?

And Rule #2: The amount of time it took you to get in shape in no way whatsoever corresponds to the ridiculously fast amount of time you’ll lose it in. This is really so unfair. Much more unfair even than rule #1. So please excuse my wah wah sissy whiney pants for a moment,  but it just seems like the two should be at least somewhat comparable. I mean, seriously. Come on!

You all know I had a break from running about 2 weeks ago right? Well, that kind of sort of wound up into being a break last week too, mostly because of a super jammed packed busy busy week (excuses excuses, I know). So anyway, I get on the treadmill today, after basically 2 weeks off to run 3 miles. Now, it felt pretty good and all, but what shocked me was that I only had the tm on 6mph (10 minute mile pace). Now a month ago, I’d have been warming up faster than that. But no, now, suddenly the tm on 10 min/mile pace feels like there’s an off chance I could go flying off the back of that sucker. REALLY? In just 2 weeks?!

That just does not seem fair. I can basically take 2 years to go from running, oh I don’t know 12-13 minute miles (that being once I could actually  run a mile completely without stopping, of course, following baby #2) to a 5K pace somewhere around 7:30ish min/miles yet in just 2 friggin’ weeks, I’ve lost more than 2 min per mile. Are you kidding me? Now granted, I was not running full out, but still…just…not…fair. And the skinny jeans? Yeah, I’m totally holding my breath to get into them again which is eventually going to wind up being unpleasant for everyone if no corrective action is taken. FIUEHFUAHGEUGF (that’s me being frustrated. I don’t know how to spell the sound I made exactly, but that ought to give you the general idea).

**SIGH** But what are you gonna do? It just is what it is. Sometimes you need a break and you’ve just got to suffer the consequences. (Stupid laws of fitness and their stupid ridiculous consequences. **GRUMBLE GRUMBLE**) I am however, considering starting a petition or maybe a FB fan page against these ridiculously unfair laws of fitness. I’m thinking maybe just maybe, if we get enough people, God will give this all a second thought. I mean, I see he has any number of FB pages and/or profiles so maybe one of us could “friend” Him and then suggest our page to Him. Certainly, that’d get His attention. Right?

In the meantime while I work out the details of my magnificent plan, here’s a few other things I thought y’all might be interested in.

1. Giveaways – There’s two massive holiday giveaways going on right now I wanted to make you all aware of in order to sufficiently reduce my own chances of winning (wait…what?). Road ID’s got like $10,000 worth of goods on the line and 5 Minutes for Mom’s got a ton of kid stuff up for grabs, so don’t miss out. I’ll update my giveaway page with the best of the rest I can find in and around Blogville sometime tomorrow and notify you all via FB when it’s done (not a FB fan? So sorry, you’ll just have to guess then when I do OR go “like” me on FB and you’ll know the minute it happens) and then stay tuned because I’m working on two more of my own giveaways that’ll be up ASAP. (Ok ok…you talked me into it. One of them will be coming from here:

Sporty Girl Jewelry

So if you want a sneak peek, go check out their website. But no way am I telling you what it is I’m giving away just yet or what the other one is. You’ll just have to stick around to find out).

2. Sears Portraits – If you’re looking for a place to get your pictures taken you might want to check out Sears. They’re reasonably priced and I just had some fantastic portraits taken of my girls. And honestly, I have no idea how they managed to do that considering my 4 year   old just kept squinting her eyes every time they said smile and once my 2 year old figured out she could slide down the back drop that’s pretty much all she wanted to do. Somehow though, they managed to get some great shots. I actually bought the disk this time which I never ever do. I can’t promise you the Sears in your  area (if there is one) will do the same terrific job as the one near me, but I can tell you if you sign up online for their email list they are offering tons of discounts right now to get you in the door. Christmas Portrait Tip: Find out when your studio opens and book the first appointment of the day. A lot of photography studios book appts really close together assuming someone won’t show, but if everybody does, they get super behind which translates to you waiting forever, your kids getting antsy, bored and disheveled and that = a super frustrating photo session when your little ones no longer have it in them to cooperate and you are at your wits end having tried to keep the on their best behavior in a waiting room created that is far too small and far too full for an eternity. But if you’re the first ones in the door when they open, problem solved. Trust me I’ve learned this the super miserably sucky way.

3. 31 Gifts – So my cousin, who happens to also be a running mom (and a fairly new runner at that) just started her own home based business direct selling some very chic purses, bags, backpacks, blankets, etc. for 31 Gifts. You know I love a mompreneur, especially one who makes time to run, so I hosted a party for her earlier this week to help her with her business launch and I’ve got to say, she’s got some pretty sweet stuff (particularly I’m diggin’ the thermal totes, but that’s just me). With the holidays right around the corner, I thought maybe one or two of you might be interested in cheating a little on the Christmas shopping like me and knocking some names off your list in the comfort of your own home in your pjs. So here’s a link to her website for you to check out and do a little online shopping should the mood strike.

4. MUST give a major shout out to Deanna, running mom, blogger, and writer, who just tonight found out she’s having her very first running article published. CONGRATULATIONS! She gave me a little hint as to the topic and it’s going to be FABULOUS. Just exactly what us running moms need to hear. So as soon as it’s out, I’ll let you all know. In the meantime, you can learn a little more about her at her blog

And I’ve got one more thing, but since this is way too long already, I’m just going to save it for another day, because on this one, well, let’s just say I believe I’ll have some explaining to do. Besides, I did actually already run today, so I believe I’ve earned a veg night which is quickly and quietly slipping away from me as I type and the pillow begins to call. So…

'Til next time...

Sunday, November 7, 2010

RLAM Shout out AND the winner is…

No, I’m not speaking in code. RLAM, if you happen to be unfamiliar, is the official acronym for the book and website Run Like a Mother created by running mother extraordinaires Sarah Bowen Shea and Dimity McDowell.

What they’ve put together on their site is THE virtual hangout hub for running mothers everywhere and the users (of which I happen to be one) refer to themselves as RLAM’ers. Really. If you haven’t seen it, you have to check it out here.  And then when you’re done checking it out, you really ought to think about “liking” them here on FB. Not only are they hilarious and inspirational, but they also give away running gear like it’s going out of style and I know how you all like free stuff. So go on and get it.

But why do I bring this all up? Well, we’ve got a whole new crew following along from RLAM. Probably because of this, but who am I to judge. I mean, it is possible that they all coincidentally stumbled over here at exactly the same time that this appeared all on their own. Highly improbable, but possible.

On any account, they’re in need of a proper welcoming. So, what’s up all you RLAM’ers? Glad you’ve found your way over here and feel free to comment away at will. In fact, I know you’ve been told I’M funny, but the truth of the matter is the funniest stuff comes from my readers in the comments. So really I’m feeling no pressure whatsoever to live up to that RLAM profile, but you all on the other hand, if you’ve  perused even just a little of the commenting wit that goes on around here **WHEW** you’ve got your work cut out for you ;-)

And at this point now, I’d love to be able to smoothly transition from the warm welcome to announcing our CSN contest winner, but let’s just say it’s been a really weird weekend, complete with being puked on, picking poop nuggets off the floor, and being buzzed by a bird at the deli counter while I was grocery shopping. Seriously. I’m not making that last one up. After whizzing by my head, the little fella landed on the the deli scale. Can’t say that’s ever happened before. If I’d have been quicker on the draw, I’d have snapped a picture on my phone, but instead I just pointed him out to my 4 year old who was half covered in strawberry ice cream from her “here eat this so I can grocery shop cone.” She gave him about half a look and shrugged it off as if it happens all the time and returned to the much more important task of devouring said cone. She’s can be very focused when she wants to be.

So anyway, I’m just going to skip all the fancy talk and get right to it, mostly so I can get to bed at a decent hour and start this next week off on the right foot. Besides, I know you all can’t stand it any longer and want me to just GET TO IT ALREADY.

So, the winner of the $50 CSN Gift Certificate is:




Congratulations! I’ll be contacting you shortly with all the details, so keep an eye out. And as for the rest of you, worry not! I’ll get to work on another contest asap (or at least I’ll go find a whole bunch of other people’s sweet contests for you to enter. That’s nearly as good right?). So stay tuned…

'Til next time...

Monday, November 1, 2010

Cause of injury: NOT running

I’m just supposed to run. That’s it. Period. No more discussion needed (but of course, there will be).

I decided to take a break last week. And by break, I mean absolute complete and utter no running. None. Zip, zero, zilch, nada. And with that statement, I can totally hear you gasping in horror over there, crying out at the top of your lungs, “WHY? WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY KELLY? WHY?” Well, hold your horses for a second and I’ll tell you.

I needed one. I hadn’t exactly recovered from that little cold that cropped up post marathon and pre-PR weekend. And by my count, that sucker was hanging on far too long. We’re talking pushing a month here. Now it wasn’t an I can’t get out of bed I’m sick kind of cold. Besides, when is that ever even possible when your a mom? My husband gets a sniffle and he’ll lay in bed ‘til it’s gone (yes honey, I’m exaggerating for the sake of argument. Your bravery in the face of illness knows no bounds. **Wink. Wink. Nudge Nudge.**) Moms on the other hand can be running a fever that’s 102, walking around like a zombie and still changing diapers, feeding kids and God forbid your 4 year old gives you a break on the bedtime story. Am I right? Moms just don’t get to be sick.

But this was more like one of those mildly inconvenient sort of colds, where you’re just sick enough to be worn out all the time and fairly short on patience.

So with no races required in the immediate future (in other words, I haven’t paid any entry fees yet), I figured now would be a good time to rest and recover (you know, like it would have been wise for me to do post marathon). So I did.

DSCF7924Yesterday, was going to be one complete week of no running whatsoever and then just as I was about to take Strawberry Shortcake and Little Red Riding Hood out to hit our neighbors up for some candy, it hit. A totally random sharp pain on the inDSCF7927side of my right knee. I believe my exact words were, “What the crack?” (because I like to teach my kids the finer cuss words).

I have literally no idea where that came from, but of course I did what any mom would do (who desperately needs to reload on her stash, I mean, her kids’ stash, of chocolate), I went ahead and walked around on it for an hour and a half trick-or-treating. BRILLIANT! I know, but I was not about to miss out on the fun.

So it hurt and it hurt all last night and a good portion of today. The good news is as I sit here and type this, it seems to be gone. So you know me and “signs.” I’m thinking it was the Big Guy’s way of telling me to just chill for one more day.

But the real moral of the story? You can just as easily hurt your knee doing nothing as you can running, so you might as well go on out there and get it. So remember that the next time somebody tells you running is bad for your knees. Ok well, that and this mighty fine article right here.

Tomorrow the break is officially over because I can’t take it any longer!

'Til next time...

P.S. Remember that CSN Stores gift card, I’m giving away. Well, it turns out it’s worth $50 NOT $45. So that’s $5 more that doesn’t need to come out of your pocket this Christmas, if you win the gift card. But you can’t win if you don’t enter silly! Contest details are here.

P.P.S. Another terrific issue of This Mother Can Run went live today with some of my favorite super fabulous running bloggers contributing articles: Barefoot Angie Bee, TeaMarcia, and Miss Zippy. Be sure to check it out and sign up to have each new edition delivered directly to your email inbox. It’s totally free! Be sure to check it out!

P.P.P.S. (What? I can do that many P’s if I want, I might even do another one if I can think of some other pressing random thought I just HAVE to tell you. ) Another running blogger extraordinaire, Christa, has decided to start a virtual kids mileage club and you are cordially invited to join. Well, maybe not you exactly, but your kids. You can find all the details over at her blog Run Mommy Run 4. Tell her I sent you. Not because you’ll get anything special, I just want her to think I have friends ;-)

P.P.P.P.S. I really don’t have anything else to say. I just wanted to prove to you all that I could use the letter P a ridiculous number of times. Ok carry on with your evening now :-)