Sunday I will run the Runner's World Half Marathon.
Runner's World is the mecca magazine of all of the running industry. Anyone who is an avid runner or works in the industry knows what the big name means.
I have had the opportunity to be in the area of Bethlehem, PA for a few days now, exploring the sites, tasting some amazing food, experiencing the most absolutley ridiculous traffic I have ever seen and learning more about myself and about some others. This has by far been one of my favorite expos to attend. (Likely for various reasons.)
That being said, Sunday I will get to experience the run itself, and I have been looking forward to this race for weeks.
In part because it is the run put on by the daddy of all the runner's writings (did that make sense? I was looking for the best way to verbalize that.) and in part because this training journey has become one unexpected for me. I want to share a little about it as I endeavor in to this race. And after I run, I will recap the run and the event, along with pictures, for you. For now, I want to share about this journey.
If you have followed my writings, you have followed the fact that each race comes to mean something along the way. The training journey becomes more of what matters than the race itself. Yes, the race is somewhat euphoric and always leaves me with memories. But the truth is, it is what I learn along the way in my training that teaches me more and what matters the most to me.
I tend to learn more about my body and my own self in my months of training.
For this particular race, it didn't start out with a meaning. This race was about being healthy (we began a low carb way of eating); this race was about running the Runner's World Half; this race was about running- it wasn't supposed to be about me and a life journey.
However, as is the case with most of my runs, it turned in to a new journey.
Let me explain a little about what this race means to me.
This year, 2016, has been one of tremendous personal growth for me. While those who have been in my life a long time can maybe see it, the truth is, it has been a very internal journey. But many have played a role without even knowing it.
This year I have had the opportunity to go to Colombia- an immense eye-opening time that brought me home a new woman. This year has introduced my life to college with a goal I have always wanted to pursue: my degree in Spanish. And this year has provided time for me to also grow from work experiences.
This year has also been one I have battled anxiety at its worst. I have wanted to quit. I have faced days I didn't think I could make it from the pure exhaustion that comes from fighting off the thoughts and emotions and negative concepts that go hand in hand with the illness. I have fought for my worth, my sanity, and my own beautiful self in an array of ways that will never be known to others. I don't talk about it much because it tends to overwhelm those around me. But every day I have fought hard to keep allowing myself to become a better me, to be the best me, to not give in to the desperate need to just curl up and quit.
But I am a fighter. By the strength of God, I keep going. He gives me the will and the way to push through those times. He is who and what keeps me from crumbling an quitting.
Because I am a fighter. The darkness of anxiety is very real in my world every day; something so few can really understand. But I stand and I fight.
So, this race to me has come to mean Celebrate Progress. And Keep Fighting!
You see, this year has brought me anxiety, yes. But this year has also brought for me the most pivotal growth I have ever experienced. I believe in part because I am fighting anxiety, I am growing stronger. Because I am weak and leaning into the power of God, I become better. Because I have these bad days, I have learned to be more grateful and celebrate the good days all the more. And there are a handful of key people who have played a role in helping me through these bad times. Most of these people don't know it, because often they are not involved in a conversation with me as to how much of a difference they play. But these people I will soon mention have come to be ones who help me celebrate my progress.
And when they celebrate my progress, I am able to also celebrate. I am able to see more clearly. I am able to push through a bad day because they have helped me see a bright moment. These people I want to mention are God-given to me. Part of my path, part of my journey. Part of helping me fight.
And so that is what this race has come to mean to me a little bit: It's about celebrating my progress. And More so than that, it's about celebrating the people who have helped make a difference for me in getting there. So every mile I run, I run for me, yes. Because I want to keep fighting. And I want to continue to grow and become better.
But every mile I run on Sunday, I will be running for someone specific. I will pray for that person during that mile. I will celebrate the gift they are to me. I will remember how they have helped me grow through this year. I will recognize how they have helped me progress. And I will run a mile for them.
For 13.1 miles I will celebrate progress. But I will celebrate even more those who have helped me get there. Tomorrow I will share with you who those people are. And then come Monday, I will be able to give you a recap of the race and of the weekend's experiences.
Oh, I'm going to run through these very hilly streets with all I have in me... but no matter what the outcome is... I will celebrate my progress.
Friday, October 14, 2016
Thursday, October 6, 2016
#TheLittleMoments
It's time to share #TheLittleMoments
These are the things that add up in a week or two that could easily be dismissed, but when reflection hits, these are the moments that make me smile.
1. Cards!!!
If you know me, you know I LOVE cards. Yes, love them. They make me smile and I read and re-read them until they are worn thin. You can skip gifts- all I need is a card with some words that are meaningful.
This week I got a card in the mail (at work) from someone who essentially thanked me for going above and beyond. I wouldn't know the person if I met them on the street, but apparently I made a difference. Well, likewise back to that person. She didn't have to take time to write me a card, but she did. And it sits on my desk as a reminder. (Sharing that is certainly not to say anything "yay" about me. It's to highlight a moment in my week that someone else created for me.)
2. Planks! And my TRX People!!
You guys, have you ever done a plank? They are hard! Really hard. Have you ever tried to do one in TRX straps? Double hard. I have been in this TRX class now for 7 months. The people in there have become my family. Literally. I love that group. They encourage me and inspire me. They make me laugh like silly and challenge me to be a better me. They push my competitive buttons and help me to grow. I will talk more about this next week. But this week we had plank challenge. Every month we do this, and each month we are to gauge our progress. The plank challenge lasts for 3 minutes. I always said "I'll never make it to 3 minutes." It's HARD. But this week, this month... I DID IT!! And I'm totally doing a little dance over it still.
Last month I was at 2 minutes, so my goal this month was 2:20. Steck calls it out every 10 seconds. As he kept calling it out somewhere in me I got a ridiculous determination to keep going, keep planking. And I made it for 3 minutes! My arms were shaking, my abs were screaming, but the smile I carried the rest of the day made it all totally worth it.
The encouragement they all gave me made me feel on top of the world.
Great workout! Great people. Great progress.
3. Sunshine!
You also may know I am a warm-weather gal. I thrive when it is sunny and warm. This week we've had a little "indian summer" and I am totally soaking it in. I know it's going to pass quickly, but while it is here, it makes me smile.
4. Best Friends
So last week I texted my best friend, Kristen, in Florida and asked her about having a phone date on Sunday. It had been a while. Much to my surprise, she texted back and said "How about a REAL date??" (or something along those lines.) She and Doug were in Ohio for the weekend and we were able to get together for a few hours. Doug and Michael are pretty much one and the same, which allows me and Kristen to have an understanding for each other unlike many can experience. Special friends. Special Surprise. Special new memories
5. Bubbles
I kind of forgot how much fun bubbles are. I used to enjoy blowing bubbles with the kids when they were young. I have always found them .... childlike and refreshing. I forgot how much they make me smile until at Joseph's cross country meet, the varsity team was cheering at one spot of the runners going by and they were blowing bubbles. As they floated my way, I smiled. It's the little things.
6. Online Church
When you're out of town.... and totally disappointed to miss church... I'm very thankful for attending a church that makes social media/worldwideweb part of their ministry. Pastor Aaron's message was up online before the afternoon ended and I was able to listen to the message the same day! And, it's really no coincidence that this series is called Mind Wars- something I battle all the time. I Love my church! We've only been going there now for 3 months or so but it's home.
Little Moments Matter. Don't miss them. I'm trying not to, but in the midst of mess, it can be easy to do. Be purposeful.
Next week I travel away for work and I will run a half marathon for which I have been training for months. If you have read enough of my blogs over the years, you know each race comes to mean something to me. Stay tuned end of next week as I share the journey that this October Race has come to be for me.
These are the things that add up in a week or two that could easily be dismissed, but when reflection hits, these are the moments that make me smile.
1. Cards!!!
If you know me, you know I LOVE cards. Yes, love them. They make me smile and I read and re-read them until they are worn thin. You can skip gifts- all I need is a card with some words that are meaningful.
This week I got a card in the mail (at work) from someone who essentially thanked me for going above and beyond. I wouldn't know the person if I met them on the street, but apparently I made a difference. Well, likewise back to that person. She didn't have to take time to write me a card, but she did. And it sits on my desk as a reminder. (Sharing that is certainly not to say anything "yay" about me. It's to highlight a moment in my week that someone else created for me.)
2. Planks! And my TRX People!!
You guys, have you ever done a plank? They are hard! Really hard. Have you ever tried to do one in TRX straps? Double hard. I have been in this TRX class now for 7 months. The people in there have become my family. Literally. I love that group. They encourage me and inspire me. They make me laugh like silly and challenge me to be a better me. They push my competitive buttons and help me to grow. I will talk more about this next week. But this week we had plank challenge. Every month we do this, and each month we are to gauge our progress. The plank challenge lasts for 3 minutes. I always said "I'll never make it to 3 minutes." It's HARD. But this week, this month... I DID IT!! And I'm totally doing a little dance over it still.
Last month I was at 2 minutes, so my goal this month was 2:20. Steck calls it out every 10 seconds. As he kept calling it out somewhere in me I got a ridiculous determination to keep going, keep planking. And I made it for 3 minutes! My arms were shaking, my abs were screaming, but the smile I carried the rest of the day made it all totally worth it.
The encouragement they all gave me made me feel on top of the world.
Great workout! Great people. Great progress.
3. Sunshine!
You also may know I am a warm-weather gal. I thrive when it is sunny and warm. This week we've had a little "indian summer" and I am totally soaking it in. I know it's going to pass quickly, but while it is here, it makes me smile.
4. Best Friends
So last week I texted my best friend, Kristen, in Florida and asked her about having a phone date on Sunday. It had been a while. Much to my surprise, she texted back and said "How about a REAL date??" (or something along those lines.) She and Doug were in Ohio for the weekend and we were able to get together for a few hours. Doug and Michael are pretty much one and the same, which allows me and Kristen to have an understanding for each other unlike many can experience. Special friends. Special Surprise. Special new memories
5. Bubbles
I kind of forgot how much fun bubbles are. I used to enjoy blowing bubbles with the kids when they were young. I have always found them .... childlike and refreshing. I forgot how much they make me smile until at Joseph's cross country meet, the varsity team was cheering at one spot of the runners going by and they were blowing bubbles. As they floated my way, I smiled. It's the little things.
6. Online Church
When you're out of town.... and totally disappointed to miss church... I'm very thankful for attending a church that makes social media/worldwideweb part of their ministry. Pastor Aaron's message was up online before the afternoon ended and I was able to listen to the message the same day! And, it's really no coincidence that this series is called Mind Wars- something I battle all the time. I Love my church! We've only been going there now for 3 months or so but it's home.
Little Moments Matter. Don't miss them. I'm trying not to, but in the midst of mess, it can be easy to do. Be purposeful.
Next week I travel away for work and I will run a half marathon for which I have been training for months. If you have read enough of my blogs over the years, you know each race comes to mean something to me. Stay tuned end of next week as I share the journey that this October Race has come to be for me.
Sunday, October 2, 2016
What I Learned in September
September was so packed full of events, I can't even believe it's gone. I always think the next month will slow down, but who am I kidding?
September was full, but fulfilling, too. Challenging, but growing. September brought new friends and new memories. September taught me new lessons. Here is what I learned:
1. I have a new favorite word- PROCAFFIENATE
I am not a person who likes to put off projects, but I am one who most always needs a cup of coffee to get me going to accomplish them. Instead of being called procrastinate, it's "procaffeinate" and it means putting off projects until a cup of coffee is in hand. I found this to be especially true this month when it came to my school work. I was busy and exhausted and pretty much always needed that cup of coffee to keep me focused and going on the task at hand. I don't procrastinate (I actually don't- it drives me nuts.) But I do procaffeinate - I work better with the coffee in hand.
2. I enjoy Art
I am taking an Art appreciation course this fall and I am surprised by what I am finding. Our first assignment was to study two of Pablo Picasso's paintings, and it really surprised me which one I enjoyed more once I started evaluating it. Never one for abstract art, I actually liked that one more that the more portrait looking painting. This class is interesting, and while it is a lot of reading where I need quiet (difficult in my house) I like it a lot.
3. Parenting Teens is Fun
I know I should be careful what I say here, but I will say it again - parenting teenagers is fun. (Please remind me of this in a month because I will likely need it!) If you asked me even a month ago I would have told you that I would take the toddler years any day over these teenage years. But this phase of life is growing on me. I probably will forever miss my kiddos being young, but in this phase of life with them, I am really beginning to enjoy it so much.
Elizabeth experienced her first homecoming. We had fun shopping for the dress and while it was a crazy day (the same day as the AF Marathon) talking with her and watching her grow up is special. We have some beautiful conversations these days and honestly, I know the years left are minimal so I am soaking these times in and really enjoying them. One evening I took her and her friends to Youngs Ice cream and let them hang out while I sat and read - that was so strange, but there is something special about watching her blossom. and random, but sometimes she looks so much like my mom it makes me stop for a moment.
Joseph is also growing up so much. I have been enjoying watching him get better and better in cross country this fall. He's taken 10 whole minutes off his original race time through this season. He never quits. He inspires me, which you will find me saying more than once on my blogs. He's shifting in his studies, and that makes me happy. And our conversations have grown meaningful and deep (sometimes, anyway.) I love this phase of my kids' lives.
Both kids are growing into leaders in their own ways and I love it.
4. Once a farm girl, always a farm girl.
Hands down, my favorite place to go is dad's farm house. There is something so peaceful about there. Perhaps it is a little bit the memories that reside within those walls and yards, but also, I love the farm. And when I talk with others, I realize how much of that farm girl I still am. The trees, the space, the work, and who I became through growing up on a farm will forever run through my veins. If I dwell on it, I miss it. But I am so thankful for my dad and for the quiet farm I still get to go to.
5. Everyone loves a mascot
This year at the AF Marathon we introduced a new family member to the staff- Tailwind. And everyone fell in love with him! He is a great new addition to our group. He's fun and animated and entertaining.
6. We are a team
I won't elaborate, but I will say I love these guys. We are a little family. This is us, tired and worn out from a very very long day. But happy. We work like an oiled machine when it comes down to it. This is our staff.
September was kind of crazy. I had to do a little writing on my own to process all of the thoughts that are in my head about the events of the month. But it brought on many lessons for me, and it was beautiful. October will be just as full, and no doubt with more lessons and memories. One day at a time.
September was full, but fulfilling, too. Challenging, but growing. September brought new friends and new memories. September taught me new lessons. Here is what I learned:
1. I have a new favorite word- PROCAFFIENATE
I am not a person who likes to put off projects, but I am one who most always needs a cup of coffee to get me going to accomplish them. Instead of being called procrastinate, it's "procaffeinate" and it means putting off projects until a cup of coffee is in hand. I found this to be especially true this month when it came to my school work. I was busy and exhausted and pretty much always needed that cup of coffee to keep me focused and going on the task at hand. I don't procrastinate (I actually don't- it drives me nuts.) But I do procaffeinate - I work better with the coffee in hand.
2. I enjoy Art
I am taking an Art appreciation course this fall and I am surprised by what I am finding. Our first assignment was to study two of Pablo Picasso's paintings, and it really surprised me which one I enjoyed more once I started evaluating it. Never one for abstract art, I actually liked that one more that the more portrait looking painting. This class is interesting, and while it is a lot of reading where I need quiet (difficult in my house) I like it a lot.
3. Parenting Teens is Fun
I know I should be careful what I say here, but I will say it again - parenting teenagers is fun. (Please remind me of this in a month because I will likely need it!) If you asked me even a month ago I would have told you that I would take the toddler years any day over these teenage years. But this phase of life is growing on me. I probably will forever miss my kiddos being young, but in this phase of life with them, I am really beginning to enjoy it so much.
Elizabeth experienced her first homecoming. We had fun shopping for the dress and while it was a crazy day (the same day as the AF Marathon) talking with her and watching her grow up is special. We have some beautiful conversations these days and honestly, I know the years left are minimal so I am soaking these times in and really enjoying them. One evening I took her and her friends to Youngs Ice cream and let them hang out while I sat and read - that was so strange, but there is something special about watching her blossom. and random, but sometimes she looks so much like my mom it makes me stop for a moment.
Joseph is also growing up so much. I have been enjoying watching him get better and better in cross country this fall. He's taken 10 whole minutes off his original race time through this season. He never quits. He inspires me, which you will find me saying more than once on my blogs. He's shifting in his studies, and that makes me happy. And our conversations have grown meaningful and deep (sometimes, anyway.) I love this phase of my kids' lives.
Both kids are growing into leaders in their own ways and I love it.
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| Our 6 mile run/bike together. (I ran, he biked |
4. Once a farm girl, always a farm girl.
Hands down, my favorite place to go is dad's farm house. There is something so peaceful about there. Perhaps it is a little bit the memories that reside within those walls and yards, but also, I love the farm. And when I talk with others, I realize how much of that farm girl I still am. The trees, the space, the work, and who I became through growing up on a farm will forever run through my veins. If I dwell on it, I miss it. But I am so thankful for my dad and for the quiet farm I still get to go to.
5. Everyone loves a mascot
This year at the AF Marathon we introduced a new family member to the staff- Tailwind. And everyone fell in love with him! He is a great new addition to our group. He's fun and animated and entertaining.
6. We are a team
I won't elaborate, but I will say I love these guys. We are a little family. This is us, tired and worn out from a very very long day. But happy. We work like an oiled machine when it comes down to it. This is our staff.
September was kind of crazy. I had to do a little writing on my own to process all of the thoughts that are in my head about the events of the month. But it brought on many lessons for me, and it was beautiful. October will be just as full, and no doubt with more lessons and memories. One day at a time.
Friday, September 30, 2016
Why I love Morning Runs
The smell of fall wafts through the air and into my senses. This is my favorite time of year to be a runner.
The weather is just cool enough to feel good, but not too cold to be wearing winter gear yet.
The leaves are beginning to fall and the crunch under my sneakers makes new memories.
The rain is refreshing and welcomed.
The sunrises are gorgeous.
The animals roam around more freely this time of year.
I love being a morning runner.
I woke up today, tired and not so into the idea of endeavoring outdoors. However, I have a race in 2 weeks, so this is no time to decide to sleep in. And this morning's run proved to me why I love to run so much. and why I love to be a morning runner.
When I go out at 5:30 in the morning, one cup of coffee already down, it's the one time that the world feels like it's slowed down a little bit.No one is awake yet, except maybe a few neighbors here and there, tinkering in their garage.There are very few cars out yet. And the noise is just the crickets. It's just me and God's creatures.
We live in a face paced world, where very rarely do we slow down long enough to catch our breath and take in the beauty around us.
Being a morning runner gives me that time. In part because most of the world around me is still asleep. But also because it's the one time of day where no demands are being made of me (except the ones I am placing on myself.) It's my time to pray. It's my time to sort out the loud thoughts that swarm in my head all day long. It's my time to be me. Time to be free.
I also love my morning runs because I get to experience God's nature like others may not. This morning, 4 deer were in my running path. They froze and looked at me, as if their standing still would somehow make it so I could not see them. They were beautiful.
Yesterday I saw the most gorgeous sunrise ever. That sunrise reminds me why I love being a morning runner and why I love Ohio fall. The yellows swirled into the orange; the purple and pinks pushed each other just past the orange hues. And still in the distance, dark storm clouds danced, taunting their way into the day. It was so beautiful, there really aren't words to describe the scene.
My run may not have been my best one on this training journey. However, I ended it with such a smile because it certainly was/is a beautiful way to start my day into God's creation today.And a great reminder of why I love running - and being a morning runner - so much.
Happy Friday, Ya'll.
The weather is just cool enough to feel good, but not too cold to be wearing winter gear yet.
The leaves are beginning to fall and the crunch under my sneakers makes new memories.
The rain is refreshing and welcomed.
The sunrises are gorgeous.
The animals roam around more freely this time of year.
I love being a morning runner.
I woke up today, tired and not so into the idea of endeavoring outdoors. However, I have a race in 2 weeks, so this is no time to decide to sleep in. And this morning's run proved to me why I love to run so much. and why I love to be a morning runner.
When I go out at 5:30 in the morning, one cup of coffee already down, it's the one time that the world feels like it's slowed down a little bit.No one is awake yet, except maybe a few neighbors here and there, tinkering in their garage.There are very few cars out yet. And the noise is just the crickets. It's just me and God's creatures.
We live in a face paced world, where very rarely do we slow down long enough to catch our breath and take in the beauty around us.
Being a morning runner gives me that time. In part because most of the world around me is still asleep. But also because it's the one time of day where no demands are being made of me (except the ones I am placing on myself.) It's my time to pray. It's my time to sort out the loud thoughts that swarm in my head all day long. It's my time to be me. Time to be free.
I also love my morning runs because I get to experience God's nature like others may not. This morning, 4 deer were in my running path. They froze and looked at me, as if their standing still would somehow make it so I could not see them. They were beautiful.
Yesterday I saw the most gorgeous sunrise ever. That sunrise reminds me why I love being a morning runner and why I love Ohio fall. The yellows swirled into the orange; the purple and pinks pushed each other just past the orange hues. And still in the distance, dark storm clouds danced, taunting their way into the day. It was so beautiful, there really aren't words to describe the scene.
My run may not have been my best one on this training journey. However, I ended it with such a smile because it certainly was/is a beautiful way to start my day into God's creation today.And a great reminder of why I love running - and being a morning runner - so much.
Happy Friday, Ya'll.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Celebrate Progress
Are you a glass half empty or half full person? For me, I am so often trying to help others see theirs half full, I am striving to find the positives for them to see in whatever the situation might be.
But I admit that for my own self, I probably am more of the half empty gal. I hate admitting that, but honesty is what I do here. And so I'm being honest. I often struggle to see the positives in whatever my scenario might be.
But- in recognizing that, I can work towards fixing that! And so I start by celebrating progress, even when that progress is slow.
This year I have been implementing a lot of changes in my life. Those changes have been very healthy and very good for me in moving forward to the next horizon, but that being said, I need to stop and celebrate the progress a little more often.
I can get tripped up by how long something takes. I can get frustrated because I am not seeing results I want. Or I get discouraged by the fact that some things are moving inches rather than feet at a time. But this week my friend said to me "Celebrate Progress." And I dwelt on that for a little bit.
I often times miss the little victories because I am dwelling on the long process rather than the bits of progress.
For example, when I started TRX back in March, I could only hold a plank for 30 seconds. Last month I was able to hold it for 2 minutes! For me, that was HUGE progress, not just little progress. But sometimes I get lost in the fact that I may not be exactly where I want to be. (The monthly plank challenge is to help us know how we are improving. I have come a very long way, even if I sometimes don't feel that way.) I still want to grow stronger, but I can look at what has transpired and celebrate!!
With my school work, the road is very long. I know that, and if/when I think about it that way, it feels like forever out of sight. But instead of looking at it that way, I am celebrating progress. I am down one semester, a quarter of the way through the second, and moving towards a very worthy goal.
Losing weight is a long process. But, celebrate the victories.
Marriage has setbacks, but celebrate the progress.
Parenting is at times and exhausting journey, but celebrate the progress.
Training for a race takes 13 weeks (more or less), when the race will only take a few hours (or much less for those who are faster!) But celebrate the progress being made through those 13 weeks.
You can also look at it as seeing the glass half full.
So, while this can be a challenge for me at times, life is full of beautiful moments to be celebrated. Why waste it worrying when I can be celebrating? (disclaimer: I recognize that this is far easier said than done, but I am a work in progress- no pun intended- and therefore, that is the perspective I aim to hold.)
What can you celebrate today??
But I admit that for my own self, I probably am more of the half empty gal. I hate admitting that, but honesty is what I do here. And so I'm being honest. I often struggle to see the positives in whatever my scenario might be.
But- in recognizing that, I can work towards fixing that! And so I start by celebrating progress, even when that progress is slow.
This year I have been implementing a lot of changes in my life. Those changes have been very healthy and very good for me in moving forward to the next horizon, but that being said, I need to stop and celebrate the progress a little more often.
I can get tripped up by how long something takes. I can get frustrated because I am not seeing results I want. Or I get discouraged by the fact that some things are moving inches rather than feet at a time. But this week my friend said to me "Celebrate Progress." And I dwelt on that for a little bit.
I often times miss the little victories because I am dwelling on the long process rather than the bits of progress.
For example, when I started TRX back in March, I could only hold a plank for 30 seconds. Last month I was able to hold it for 2 minutes! For me, that was HUGE progress, not just little progress. But sometimes I get lost in the fact that I may not be exactly where I want to be. (The monthly plank challenge is to help us know how we are improving. I have come a very long way, even if I sometimes don't feel that way.) I still want to grow stronger, but I can look at what has transpired and celebrate!!
With my school work, the road is very long. I know that, and if/when I think about it that way, it feels like forever out of sight. But instead of looking at it that way, I am celebrating progress. I am down one semester, a quarter of the way through the second, and moving towards a very worthy goal.
Losing weight is a long process. But, celebrate the victories.
Marriage has setbacks, but celebrate the progress.
Parenting is at times and exhausting journey, but celebrate the progress.
Training for a race takes 13 weeks (more or less), when the race will only take a few hours (or much less for those who are faster!) But celebrate the progress being made through those 13 weeks.
You can also look at it as seeing the glass half full.
So, while this can be a challenge for me at times, life is full of beautiful moments to be celebrated. Why waste it worrying when I can be celebrating? (disclaimer: I recognize that this is far easier said than done, but I am a work in progress- no pun intended- and therefore, that is the perspective I aim to hold.)
What can you celebrate today??
Monday, September 19, 2016
The 20th Air Force Marathon
When my head is so full of thoughts, the only way I know to really get through them well is to put them down here. I will live in a congested state of mind until I share.
At this point in time, many emotions over multiple topics are swimming in my mind, but they will unfold in time. Today, I want to share as I do each year about the Air Force Marathon experience. I tried to take a few moments through the days to capture some memories in photos, and I was able to grab a few here and there. What's not in photos is in words, so bear with me as I share.
Each year's event brings on new lessons learned, new friends made, reunions with old friends, hugs from strangers, and growth, one way or another. This year was no different. I found all of those embedded in the 2 days of the expo, along with the actual race day. This will be a two part blog.
Each year, I am reminded just how much I love what I do. I am reminded how exhausting race week is, but how worth it in the end. I typically feel elated and on a high of sorts from the joy I get of watching it all unfold, but there is a sense of relief as well. It hits me every single year how we work so hard all year long for ONE day basically. That is challenging at times for me, but again, race week is totally worth it. There is even a sense of sadness for me when it's over because the experience is so good, so fulfilling, that I don't want it to be over so fast. I want to soak it in for a little bit before jumping in to the next one. (Not reality, but writing about it here helps me soak and recap.)
At the expo, my job is to fix problems. When I tell people this, I typically get wide-eyed responses, like "Good luck!" or "I wouldn't want to be you." My friend Danielle said "Girl, I could not do this like you do."
I don't say that in an arrogant way; I say it to share.... I get some interesting issues that come across my way. But I love it. I love helping fix what is needed. I love it when I can make a runner's experience better. I enjoy it because it gives me a place to meet so many of the people I talk to on the phone or computer through the whole year. For me, it fits. I do have to give bad news and hard answers to them sometimes, but for the most part, it's an all around good experience. Some highlights from this year in the solution center:
-I absolutely love the company we work with that helps me help our runners. (Our timing/registration company) Josh Drew and his crew are so easy to be around and so helpful. Josh always has a witty statement to lighten the atmosphere and he leads his team with ease. Their crew does a great job, works hard, never rolls their eyes at my needs (as far as I know, anyway!) and helps me do my job in a way easier fashion. He deserves some props in this blog. I could not solve problems as easily without their help behind the scenes. I get teased for being wordy (in case you hadn't figured that out that I am!) but it's nice to have this crew in my corner. So much more could be said, but then I would lose my audience.
- I had one lady really needing/wanting something. I will not go into details, but I asked her to give me a few hours to troubleshoot it and see what I could do. When she came back and I was able to help accommodate what she needed, she lit up and literally grabbed me in a bear hug.
Totally worth it. Totally why I love what I do.
Honestly, There are plenty of stories that could be shared. The point is, while it can be exhausting to hear all the needs of the people, it's also quite rewarding. (And occasionally gives me a few good stories to tell later. )
Reuniting with Runners
One thing I love about race weekend is seeing return runners. Some of these people have become a part of my support system because I helped them once. Then they begin to ask about me, and in time, a friendship unfolds. I am thankful for the variety of people this event has brought my way. Each person who becomes someone in my corner teaches me about life in a new way, supports my desires and dreams in life- not just in my running. I know I will leave someone out, but I was only able to capture a few of these people (it's not like I had all the free time to wander around taking photos...)
Chief Walden has been coming back since my first year at the office. One year I helped him with something, which turned into the next year and the next. We don't get tons of opportunities to speak, but he's one of those people who gives me far more recognition than I should have and doesn't take enough for himself. He's constantly helping others, rallying his teammates, and encouraging others around him to grow- be it his students, his team, his wife and children or me. I'm happy to call him friend.
And along with Chief, last year I met this special lady, Annelise. She's a blogger like me and you can find her here. She's pretty awesome. Her story encourages and inspires me. Aunie is full of vibrance and faith. Her smile lights up the room and her hugs are special. I could say a lot about this special lady, but check out her blog. I was happy to see her again this year.
My pilot friends, Eric and Bill. They are better known to each other by their "pilot names" (I am certain there must be a better term for that, but I don't know how else to describe it), but last year we met because they came in as part of the flight crew of our featured aircraft. They chose to come back this year and it was fun to reunite with them.What a fun crew they are to be around. Both pilots will be retiring this year. I am thankful for their service and for their friendship.
Katie. Katie actually lives locally now, but we met last year, as she came in and swept away the 10K win in 2015. We fast became friends. We each lead busy lives, but we make time where we can. Katie is awesome. She helps me be a better runner, better woman, better person. She is in my corner, cheering me on in all of my life endeavors, and I am thankful this event brought us together as friends. Katie is a beast when it comes to her running. Unfortunately, she got super sick race week and though she diligently tried to plug away in the half marathon, her body forced her to stop and led her to the ER. She's ok, but sometimes the body says stop. I admire her tenacity as she said "Training will pay off. My time will come, I am sure of it." And she keeps going, not letting the setback knock her down.
Meeting Someone Famous
Anyone in the running world probably knows the name "Meb". He is pretty famous in the industry, as he has been to the Olympics 4 times, won NYC marathon and the Boston marathon. This year, we were lucky enough to have him as our speaker. I was pretty busy and didn't actually think I would get to meet him, which left me disappointed. However, in between a task, I happened to catch him for a moment after he finished running the 10K. My friend, Danielle, and I took a moment to thank him for being there and speak with him briefly. He's down to earth and pretty cool . He wrote Run to Overcome a book I totally recommend.
Really the list goes on.... but those are a few of the moments from the weekend. I can't always share everything, and I am still processing some of the weekend. Stay tuned for part 2 tomorrow, where I will share about lessons learned. I really do have a cool job.
At this point in time, many emotions over multiple topics are swimming in my mind, but they will unfold in time. Today, I want to share as I do each year about the Air Force Marathon experience. I tried to take a few moments through the days to capture some memories in photos, and I was able to grab a few here and there. What's not in photos is in words, so bear with me as I share.
Each year's event brings on new lessons learned, new friends made, reunions with old friends, hugs from strangers, and growth, one way or another. This year was no different. I found all of those embedded in the 2 days of the expo, along with the actual race day. This will be a two part blog.
Each year, I am reminded just how much I love what I do. I am reminded how exhausting race week is, but how worth it in the end. I typically feel elated and on a high of sorts from the joy I get of watching it all unfold, but there is a sense of relief as well. It hits me every single year how we work so hard all year long for ONE day basically. That is challenging at times for me, but again, race week is totally worth it. There is even a sense of sadness for me when it's over because the experience is so good, so fulfilling, that I don't want it to be over so fast. I want to soak it in for a little bit before jumping in to the next one. (Not reality, but writing about it here helps me soak and recap.)
At the expo, my job is to fix problems. When I tell people this, I typically get wide-eyed responses, like "Good luck!" or "I wouldn't want to be you." My friend Danielle said "Girl, I could not do this like you do."
I don't say that in an arrogant way; I say it to share.... I get some interesting issues that come across my way. But I love it. I love helping fix what is needed. I love it when I can make a runner's experience better. I enjoy it because it gives me a place to meet so many of the people I talk to on the phone or computer through the whole year. For me, it fits. I do have to give bad news and hard answers to them sometimes, but for the most part, it's an all around good experience. Some highlights from this year in the solution center:
-I absolutely love the company we work with that helps me help our runners. (Our timing/registration company) Josh Drew and his crew are so easy to be around and so helpful. Josh always has a witty statement to lighten the atmosphere and he leads his team with ease. Their crew does a great job, works hard, never rolls their eyes at my needs (as far as I know, anyway!) and helps me do my job in a way easier fashion. He deserves some props in this blog. I could not solve problems as easily without their help behind the scenes. I get teased for being wordy (in case you hadn't figured that out that I am!) but it's nice to have this crew in my corner. So much more could be said, but then I would lose my audience.
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| End Results/Get Me Registered Team |
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| Josh Drew and me |
- I had one lady really needing/wanting something. I will not go into details, but I asked her to give me a few hours to troubleshoot it and see what I could do. When she came back and I was able to help accommodate what she needed, she lit up and literally grabbed me in a bear hug.
Totally worth it. Totally why I love what I do.
Honestly, There are plenty of stories that could be shared. The point is, while it can be exhausting to hear all the needs of the people, it's also quite rewarding. (And occasionally gives me a few good stories to tell later. )
Reuniting with Runners
One thing I love about race weekend is seeing return runners. Some of these people have become a part of my support system because I helped them once. Then they begin to ask about me, and in time, a friendship unfolds. I am thankful for the variety of people this event has brought my way. Each person who becomes someone in my corner teaches me about life in a new way, supports my desires and dreams in life- not just in my running. I know I will leave someone out, but I was only able to capture a few of these people (it's not like I had all the free time to wander around taking photos...)
Chief Walden has been coming back since my first year at the office. One year I helped him with something, which turned into the next year and the next. We don't get tons of opportunities to speak, but he's one of those people who gives me far more recognition than I should have and doesn't take enough for himself. He's constantly helping others, rallying his teammates, and encouraging others around him to grow- be it his students, his team, his wife and children or me. I'm happy to call him friend.
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| Annelise |
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| Annelise, me, Chief Walden |
And along with Chief, last year I met this special lady, Annelise. She's a blogger like me and you can find her here. She's pretty awesome. Her story encourages and inspires me. Aunie is full of vibrance and faith. Her smile lights up the room and her hugs are special. I could say a lot about this special lady, but check out her blog. I was happy to see her again this year.
My pilot friends, Eric and Bill. They are better known to each other by their "pilot names" (I am certain there must be a better term for that, but I don't know how else to describe it), but last year we met because they came in as part of the flight crew of our featured aircraft. They chose to come back this year and it was fun to reunite with them.What a fun crew they are to be around. Both pilots will be retiring this year. I am thankful for their service and for their friendship.
Katie. Katie actually lives locally now, but we met last year, as she came in and swept away the 10K win in 2015. We fast became friends. We each lead busy lives, but we make time where we can. Katie is awesome. She helps me be a better runner, better woman, better person. She is in my corner, cheering me on in all of my life endeavors, and I am thankful this event brought us together as friends. Katie is a beast when it comes to her running. Unfortunately, she got super sick race week and though she diligently tried to plug away in the half marathon, her body forced her to stop and led her to the ER. She's ok, but sometimes the body says stop. I admire her tenacity as she said "Training will pay off. My time will come, I am sure of it." And she keeps going, not letting the setback knock her down.
Meeting Someone Famous
Anyone in the running world probably knows the name "Meb". He is pretty famous in the industry, as he has been to the Olympics 4 times, won NYC marathon and the Boston marathon. This year, we were lucky enough to have him as our speaker. I was pretty busy and didn't actually think I would get to meet him, which left me disappointed. However, in between a task, I happened to catch him for a moment after he finished running the 10K. My friend, Danielle, and I took a moment to thank him for being there and speak with him briefly. He's down to earth and pretty cool . He wrote Run to Overcome a book I totally recommend.
Really the list goes on.... but those are a few of the moments from the weekend. I can't always share everything, and I am still processing some of the weekend. Stay tuned for part 2 tomorrow, where I will share about lessons learned. I really do have a cool job.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
What I Learned in August
I cannot even believe today is the last day of August! This month came and went without a breath it seems.
School started back for the kids (and for me). Joseph's Cross Country season began. Work vamped up. And my fall training kicked in hard. It's been a pretty crazy few weeks. Here's a recap of what I took in in the month of August.
1. I need to delete the word "Slow" from my vocabulary.
Who defines slow? As I have been training for my fall race, I came off the heels of a time in my spring race that was 1 minute off a PR for me, so I thought for sure I could get to where I will beat that in the fall. The truth is, it's not going to happen this fall. I have lost some of my speed. But since my spring race, I have started taking classes myself, Elizabeth began high school and has tons of things going on, Joseph is running cross country, I work full time and of course my hubby needs time, too. Oh yes, and we changed our entire way of eating. So, I have decided I need to be OK with where I am this fall. I'm steady. I'm still out there. But I'm not faster. However, nor am I going to use the word slow. It's not a nice word in the running world and I really need to quit using it to describe myself. How about determined? Steady? Fighter? Strong? Those are good words. It's my own standard, no one else's. (I just have a habit of being a competitor).
2. Joseph inspires me.
As my son began cross country this fall, he has been inspiring me. As I teach him it's not about his time, but about what he learns and about being the best him he can be, he is inspiring me to live out those words. I love being the spectator of the sport instead of the participant for once. It's kinda strange, but kinda wonderful. His teammates cheering him on gets me teary eyed. He is inspiring me to be a better me. And our conversations that follow his meets are teaching me lessons as much as I hope they are helping him.
3. Change is good.
August brought on a lot of change for our family. We got full on to our new eating plan. Elizabeth shifted to the high school, which is big (especially for this mom, who grew up in a tiny town and was in the same school building her whole life!) I cut my hair way short.... I like it, but I haven't decided yet if I'll keep it this way or not. I got new glasses. We began prayerfully trying a new church. Joseph started CC, which is something neither of the kids have ever done- a sport. My semester began. Life is full, to say the least. But the more and more change happens, the more I learn to embrace it and the lessons that come with it.
4. Wise Decisions
Making wise decisions sometimes is nail biting for me. I am not a quitter, so when I feel I have to give something up, I wrestle with the idea of not being good enough to be able to do it. However, in my older age, I think I'm growing wiser in this area. When this semester began, I had a math and and an English course. I figured it would be fine. Well, this math class was ridiculous. It fell at the same time of the first week of the kids' school and if you didn't know, this is my crazy season at work. So, I was pretty frustrated and stressed out that I was not understanding the math. I tried everything and I was not connecting. So, I decided I probably needed to drop it. I did not want to, I don't want to go backwards in this forward journey. Long story short: I decided to drop it. And when I did- a weight fell off me. I will pick it up in the winter when it's not so crazy. But here's the even cooler piece of this story: in dropping it, to keep my fin aid, I needed to pick up something else. Well, I have a bunch of electives that have to take place in my major, and so I chose an Art appreciation course, per my advisor's recommendation. Guess what? that class does not start until Sept 19, which is AFTER my craziest day of the year- the Air Force Marathon. That could not have been a better decision!!!! Perfect timing. God oriented. So exciting for me to watch Him work out these details on this journey He is clearly laying out for me.
As I move into September, I am going to go quiet for a while. My family and my schooling and my job need my attention right now. I am sure that after the race, I will post the happenings, because when my head is full, I find I have to write to sort through it, no matter how much (or how little) time is there. But for the next few weeks, if you think of me, pray for me, as it is going to be busy and very full. And please drop me a note for how I can pray for you. I have taken in the tremendous value of prayer over the last few months, and while I may go quiet here for a bit, I will still be praying for you. So please don't hesitate to message, email, comment or tell me how I can pray for you.
Goodbye summer.... welcome, fall. A new season. New opportunities.
One day at a time.
School started back for the kids (and for me). Joseph's Cross Country season began. Work vamped up. And my fall training kicked in hard. It's been a pretty crazy few weeks. Here's a recap of what I took in in the month of August.
1. I need to delete the word "Slow" from my vocabulary.
Who defines slow? As I have been training for my fall race, I came off the heels of a time in my spring race that was 1 minute off a PR for me, so I thought for sure I could get to where I will beat that in the fall. The truth is, it's not going to happen this fall. I have lost some of my speed. But since my spring race, I have started taking classes myself, Elizabeth began high school and has tons of things going on, Joseph is running cross country, I work full time and of course my hubby needs time, too. Oh yes, and we changed our entire way of eating. So, I have decided I need to be OK with where I am this fall. I'm steady. I'm still out there. But I'm not faster. However, nor am I going to use the word slow. It's not a nice word in the running world and I really need to quit using it to describe myself. How about determined? Steady? Fighter? Strong? Those are good words. It's my own standard, no one else's. (I just have a habit of being a competitor).
2. Joseph inspires me.
As my son began cross country this fall, he has been inspiring me. As I teach him it's not about his time, but about what he learns and about being the best him he can be, he is inspiring me to live out those words. I love being the spectator of the sport instead of the participant for once. It's kinda strange, but kinda wonderful. His teammates cheering him on gets me teary eyed. He is inspiring me to be a better me. And our conversations that follow his meets are teaching me lessons as much as I hope they are helping him.
3. Change is good.
August brought on a lot of change for our family. We got full on to our new eating plan. Elizabeth shifted to the high school, which is big (especially for this mom, who grew up in a tiny town and was in the same school building her whole life!) I cut my hair way short.... I like it, but I haven't decided yet if I'll keep it this way or not. I got new glasses. We began prayerfully trying a new church. Joseph started CC, which is something neither of the kids have ever done- a sport. My semester began. Life is full, to say the least. But the more and more change happens, the more I learn to embrace it and the lessons that come with it.
4. Wise Decisions
Making wise decisions sometimes is nail biting for me. I am not a quitter, so when I feel I have to give something up, I wrestle with the idea of not being good enough to be able to do it. However, in my older age, I think I'm growing wiser in this area. When this semester began, I had a math and and an English course. I figured it would be fine. Well, this math class was ridiculous. It fell at the same time of the first week of the kids' school and if you didn't know, this is my crazy season at work. So, I was pretty frustrated and stressed out that I was not understanding the math. I tried everything and I was not connecting. So, I decided I probably needed to drop it. I did not want to, I don't want to go backwards in this forward journey. Long story short: I decided to drop it. And when I did- a weight fell off me. I will pick it up in the winter when it's not so crazy. But here's the even cooler piece of this story: in dropping it, to keep my fin aid, I needed to pick up something else. Well, I have a bunch of electives that have to take place in my major, and so I chose an Art appreciation course, per my advisor's recommendation. Guess what? that class does not start until Sept 19, which is AFTER my craziest day of the year- the Air Force Marathon. That could not have been a better decision!!!! Perfect timing. God oriented. So exciting for me to watch Him work out these details on this journey He is clearly laying out for me.
As I move into September, I am going to go quiet for a while. My family and my schooling and my job need my attention right now. I am sure that after the race, I will post the happenings, because when my head is full, I find I have to write to sort through it, no matter how much (or how little) time is there. But for the next few weeks, if you think of me, pray for me, as it is going to be busy and very full. And please drop me a note for how I can pray for you. I have taken in the tremendous value of prayer over the last few months, and while I may go quiet here for a bit, I will still be praying for you. So please don't hesitate to message, email, comment or tell me how I can pray for you.
Goodbye summer.... welcome, fall. A new season. New opportunities.
One day at a time.
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