Monday, September 23, 2013
Here is the silver lining in the cloud of moving with my husband's job. I get to see these 2 beautiful faces very often!!
And they get to see me! I have no problem "gettin' down and dirty" (new meaning, I know...) with them.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord.
I get so easily wrapped up in Self and so often fail to seek God's guidance.
The sprint triathlon I registered for occurred on the 18th without me in it. I was ready - had done all the training, both individually and with a group twice a week, even had my little tri-suit. But then , life happened.
My husband started work in his new office on the 5th. He was significantly behind on projects/deadlines because of the move (both the office relocation and our household relocation). It was obvious that he needed me in our new residence. I held out hope that I would be able to sneak back to our hometown on the 17th to pick up my registration packet and participate in the race the following day. That was MY plan. Then my little Sophie broke her foot on the 16th. My son-in-law works for a university whose students were coming in that weekend, requiring him to be on campus the entire weekend. My daughter could not manage a very energetic, newly-immobilized toddler along with a 4 month old alone. I relinquished MY plan and stayed in town to help her and be with my husband.
In the week leading up to the race, I found a local lap pool open to the public and continued training for the race. One day, I did my laps (more than the race would be), rode my bike (less than the race would be) and wogged the distance. I was confident I could do the race. I was just missing the transition "leg" of the tri, having to get my bike into and out of my car in the parking lot rather than in a formal transition area. I was pleased.
To say I was disappointed for missing the race is an understatement. But I know I would be far more disappointed in myself if I had let my family down. There will be more races! I will continue the tri-training schedule that I was on and look for future opportunities to participate in one. In the meantime, I'm getting ready to go lug around a little toddler!
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Rainman: "I'm an excellent driver."
Me: "I'm an excellent faller."
Remember how I fell on the treadmill way back when? Well, Monday evening at our first group cycling practice for the sprint triathlon, I fell on my bike....
We were climbing some pretty good hills (which surprised me, this being the first meet. Plausible explanation: "Low traffic area.") I haven't spent enough time on my new bike on hills (read = 0), and am obviously unfamiliar with the gears. I was in much too high a gear for the hill, was standing on my pedals (clipped in) and just gave out of forward motion. Over I went like Arte Johnson on his trike (for those of you too young to understand the reference, I'm trying not to hate you :) ). I untangled myself, got up and, knowing I couldn't get started midhill, I pushed to the crest of the hill. When I reached the top and got back on, I found my chain to be off and jammed between the chain ring and the pedal. I finally got it unjammed and - with the help of one of the coaches - got it back on. The coach also encouraged me to lower the gear on the forward crankset for hill climbing. This action would have come naturally on my old bike, but on the new one, I kind of froze with indecision while struggling up the hill, afraid to make the wrong move, so made none!
I finished the route with my greasy hands and bleeding knee and elbow, did the cool downs and stretches with the group, and humbly made my way home.
My bike has its first scar. With my history, I have a feeling it will not be its last!
Monday, July 15, 2013
I must have been hungry when I visited some local farmers' markets last week. I brought home way more produce than my husband and I could possibly eat before it became overly ripe. When I opened my refrigerator today, there were 3 large cantaloupes sitting on a shelf, 2 of which were on their last leg. I bought each one at a different market, forgetting I'd bought the previous ones! (The joy of aging....)
The first one I peeled had no flavor, so it went into the compost. The next one was very sweet. It already had a couple of bad spots, but was too good to let go. I put 1/2 of it back into the fridge for dinner tonight. I diced the other 1/2 into large pieces. I put 2 cups into the blender with a 1/2 cup of sliced strawberries left from another meal, added 1 tsp (+/-) of Truvia, 1/2 cup of plain non-fat Greek yogurt, and a cup of crushed ice and had myself a fine smoothie for lunch. I put the rest of that 1/2 in 2 freezer bags, each with 2 cups of the diced cantaloupe and stuck them in the freezer for future smoothies (shouldn't have to add the crushed ice since the fruit will be frozen).
Summer produce helps make our sultry humid days worth looking forward to here in the South. Those of you in Florida and California with your long growing seasons are to be envied! For us in the mid-Atlantic region, we'll eat it fresh while we can, and freeze and can for cooler days of autumn, winter and spring. (I also love cooking up a big pot of soup with summer's bounty to enjoy in front of a fire on a cold day!)
Tomorrow will have me back at my favorite market. I'll TRY to remember not to buy cantaloupe!
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Thank you for the spark support offered when circumstances have interfered with my healthy lifestyle. My precious daddy removed one of my
I-don't-have-time-or-energy-to-exercise excuses Saturday evening when he "loosed these mortal coils" and went Home to wholeness. I look forward to seeing him on the other side, knowing he will once again be talking, laughing, walking and dancing.
I wanted you to get a glimpse of his life. He was such a wonderful man and excellent role model.
This was his obituary in our local paper.
Jack Raymond Eddinger Aug. 2, 1926 - May 18, 2013 Mr. Jack Raymond Eddinger, 86, of Winston-Salem, died peacefully at his home on Saturday, May 18, 2013. He was born August 2, 1926 to William S. "Jack" and Mabel P. Eddinger. He attended Griffith High School prior to joining the U.S. Navy. He graduated with honors from both the Naval Air Gunners School in Jacksonville, FL and the Naval Air Technical Training School in Memphis, TN. He then served as an Aviation Machinist Mate aboard the USS Anzio and as a gunner on a PBY amphibious aircraft during WWII. He later served in the Naval Reserves aboard the USS Siboney. On August 10, 1946, he married Annie Frye, who survives him. He retired from Rebb Industries in Yadkinville, of which he was a founding partner. He was a charter member of Griffith Baptist Church where he was a deacon, Sunday School teacher, choir member and "candy man." He was predeceased by his parents; sister, Gladys Blair and brothers, Bill, Bob and Jerry. Jack was always generous with his time, talents and resources. He was greatly loved and respected and will be sorely missed. Survivors, in addition to his wife, are daughters, Sheila (Jim) Little and Sherri (Jeff) Smith; grandchildren, Heath (Neva) Little, Joshua (Amy) Little, Jacob Eddinger-Smith, Annie E. (Josh) Frank; great-grandchildren, Jack, Evan, Kimball, James and Ella Little and Sophie and Lola Frank; sisters, Jane Ketchie, Ann Lambeth and brother, Jimmy. A memorial service will be held at 1:00 p.m. Tuesday, May 21, 2013 at Griffith Baptist Church with Rev. Tony Brown and Rev. Mike Willard officiating. The family will receive friends from 6-8 p.m. Monday at Hayworth-Miller Silas Creek Chapel. In lieu of flowers, the family would appreciate memorials to Griffith Baptist Church, 1987 Old Salisbury Rd., Winston-Salem, NC 27127 or to The Salvation Army, 130-A Stratford Ct., Winston-Salem, NC 27103. Online condolences may be sent to hayworth-miller.com
In front of the beach cottage he built on weekends over 40 years ago.
On the dock on the intracoastal waterway by the beach house
Dancing with my daughter at her wedding
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