Wednesday, December 21, 2011
I have had it up to HERE with crappy news today. I turn on the radio this morning and they're talking about some guy that faked being a church volunteer and stole a truck worth of donated food (20,000 pounds or something equally as crazy!) and now the community is scrambling to find food to get to families that need it for a special holiday meal. click. too much reality for me.
So when my mom sends me an email that says "This was in Monday's New York Times" I almost clicked delete.
I'm glad I didn't.
"A few days before Christmas a year ago, I was on the F train riding uptown. At West Fourth Street, a young man boarded with a boombox. He explained, loudly and enthusiastically, I'm trying to stay out of trouble tonight, so I'm offering you a dance, like we do it in the Bronx."
Only a few of us looked up. Then he plugged his iPhone into the boombox and proceeded to dance his heart out. This included a few back flips, trapeze moves with the handrails, and body spins on the ground with just one hand. By this time all eyes were glued on him. A young boy next to me yelled out in sheer delight: "Wow! that's amazing!" We all shared his sentiment.
Many passengers gave generously when he walked by with his donation container afterward.
Just then, at the other end of the car, a homeless-looking man boarded with a plea for help. He was disheveled and without any dance routine or music act to offer. All he had was a wish for kindness and an outstretched hat, one that remained empty among this group of recent donors.
That was until, just before the doors were to open at the next stop, the dancer went right up to the homeless-looking man, spilled out all of his earnings into the outstretched hat and said, "Merry Christmas, man."
Merry Christmas Sparkers. Happy Hanukkah. Happy festivus. Whatever you celebrate, celebrate joyfully and peacefully. And get a workout in while you're at it.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Have you seen this yet? It's worth your 9 minutes!
"Walking is the best medicine."
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, December 08, 2011
I've finally broken out of my "wanting to lose weight but not actually creating a calorie deficit" mode. You know those people that talk about losing weight as they eat cookies and bagels?? That was me. I wasn't out of control or anything, but there's a reason why I hadn't lost any weight since July. In reality I climbed back up a few but never changed my ticker. Because that ticker is sacred and changing that is serious business.
I'm at 145 and have been for a few weeks now so I know it's the real deal. I should be happily jumping up and down. I'm not. Here are my problems:
When will it be enough? My original goal was 155. Then I moved it to 150. Then 140. I'm pretty darn close yet I still see lots of areas that need shrinking & toning. Will I feel content at 140? The only way to know is to get there, right?!
Clothing. Nothing fits. Nothing fits! I am annoyed every time I look in my closest. I don't have tons of cash to drop on a new wardrobe right now. But I seriously need one bra to fit perfectly. And one pair of jeans. Just one. And if you let me get greedy, I'll say I want a super pretty comfy green sweater. And a gray infinity scarf. And some new tall brown boots. And and and...See what happens?
(I put running gloves, a beanie and yoga pants that actually fit on my Christmas list. Fingers crossed!)
And I know this is a good problem to have. Baggy jeans, loose tops, even my workout clothes are too big. Good problem, but still a problem.
Running is not cheap. And I want new gear! Do I spend the little $ I have on good running tights that will get mega miles this winter and a warm neck warmer thingie OR do I get the bra and jeans?
And I am vain and materialistic and feel kinda silly worrying about these things. But man, you should see these boots I have my eye on.
Totally unrelated, but a story I want to hash out somewhere so I figure Spark is the perfect place.
I'd noticed an unknown number on my cell a couple of times in the past few weeks. Just missed calls, no messages. For whatever reason I answer yesterday when I see the number again. Well, it was my total loser jerkface ex-boyfriend. I've been married 5 years. DH and I were together for over 2 years before we got married. So this guy is from awhile ago. We're not Facebook friends. He lives in another country. He don't talk or email. There is zero relationship. The relationship we did have 8 years ago was dysfunctional and abusive.
I ask why he's calling. He says he wants to talk. Really? Talk? It's been 8 years. (OK, fine. 5 years. he called once after I got married.)
What do you want?
He wants to see how I'm doing.
I'm good. I'm happily married and have two awesome kids.
He asks if I can Skype him when I get home.
HELLLL NO. And that's what I said. I asked, "What's the point? What do you want?"
He tells me, "Don't be like that. I just want to see what you look like after having 2 babies."
With all the "I am woman, hear me roar- attitude I got I say, "I look good. I'm training for a marathon. I run all the time. I look GOOD." click.
wow, that felt amazing. And now it's time to change my cell phone number.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Last week was crabby. I didn't get in enough miles, I ate too much and I was in a funk. Luckily I came across this quote:
At that moment I changed my attitude. And surprise, surprise! it worked.
On Monday we had a kick-off assembly at school for our rice packing event. We raise money to pack meals for families in need in east Africa. It's an incredibly powerful event. Young children realize that they can make a difference. And have fun doing it!
25% of the world lives on less than a dollar a day. I am thankful that I have abundant choices of healthy food everyday. I've never had to make the choice of which family member gets to eat for the day. Imagine that! Imagine having to look at your children and not being able to give them the food their growing bodies need. Basic needs. I'm not trying to get all political or guilt anyone. I just want us to be more aware of the choices we are fortunate to have. Because of this fortune, I want to make the best choices possible for me and my family.
I ran those 10 miles with the Ironman girls. You were all right: it was great. They were faster and I know they slowed down for me on the way back. They could talk more easily and didn't change pace at all as we went up hills. holy impressive! Towards the end of the run I asked about how they got into training. Some friends had posted a video on Facebook and they thought, "If those girls can do it, so can we." It reminded me of how much we all motivate each other on Spark. I told them how impressed I was. My friend said, "It's all relative. I think it's impressive that you started running in April and just ran 10 with us." Made me smile. Actually made me smile all day long. A few times during the work day I would think to myself: "I ran 10 miles this morning!" And I got an email from her that asked if I would join them again. And I will.
On Wednesday my friend's baby had eye surgery. He has Down's Syndrome and has had several surgeries already in his 7 month life. She posts the most inspirational quotes on Facebook about their journey. She makes me want to live life more fully and appreciate all the little things. Hug my kids more. Slow down and savor their joy. Be thankful for health.
Happy Thanksgiving! The morning started with a walk by the river (50 degrees in MN is alone something to be grateful for!) with my parents, my siblings and their partners and the kids. I am a lucky girl. My husband was the only one that missed the walk because he was too busy cooking for all of us. This is HIS day! He has been menu planning and prepping for weeks. After the walk I checked in on Spark and saw that you were all running Turkey Trots. So when the kids took a nap, I went and did my own little 5 mile run of thanks. Our meal was fabulous. My husband is very talented. It was a simple, great day. And I only ate one dessert.
I'm trying to write this as quick as I can so that I can get the kids up and ready to go meet my dad for a short run. My dad is the reason I started running. My heart is overwhelmed just by typing that.
I have a lot to be thankful for. Spend a few minutes reflecting on what you have. I promise that it will make you smile and feel healthy, loved and rich. You may even giggle with joy like a toddler.
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