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Saturday Morning Motivation

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Getting Nervous for Another 5K

I’m running another 5k tomorrow, and just like the first one, I’m crazy nervous.

Mainly, I’m nervous about clothing choices. According to, it’s supposed to feel like it’s 29 degrees tomorrow morning when I start my run. I don’t really know how many layers I should be wearing for that. I’m afraid I’ll be too cold while I stand around waiting for the run to start and then too hot 1/2 mile into it. I’m sure I’ll figure something out. My dad thinks that if I get too hot, I should just shed gloves/a hat/my fleece jacket at the one mile mark when I run past him so he can pick it/them up for me and have them at the finish line for me. It’s certainly a possibility. I just don’t know how he’ll get around the other runners.

I’m doing the same thing that I did last time when it comes to spectators. I’m going to position my dad and my boyfriend at the one mile mark and then have them take a short cut up to the finish line so they can cheer me on there too. I think that will help motivate me like it did last time.

(not my actual family)

I’m keeping my goals in check this time around as well. Just like last time, I’m just hoping to finish and to have run the entire time. I don’t think I’ll make a personal best (I’m going with the British version of this, “personal record” seems silly to me, I’m not a “making and breaking records” kind of girl). This course is very hilly where as the other one was “flat and fast.” I don’t run hills so I know this will be a challenge for me.

Another challenge/fear: I typically run in the evening. My muscles are already warmed up by then, I’ve had plenty of food and plenty of water. This run starts at 9 am. Not only am I not a morning runner, I’m not a morning person. I would rather run at 2 am than 7 am… I’m waking up early tomorrow just with the goal of eating breakfast and drinking enough water to expel it (go to the bathroom) before I leave the house. I hope I’m a functioning human being by 9 am!

See you on the other side!

My First Understanding of Thanksgiving

I grew up in a middle-class home. I never went without anything I ever needed. And I had plenty of fun perks to life (ballet class, video games, etc). I also didn’t know how good I had it.

My father did though. He had grown up pretty poor and was always determined to give back and help where he could. For over 20 years, he was a member of the local Rotary Club. If that doesn’t mean anything to you, it’s a “do good” type of club. He was always trying to get me and my brother involved and when I was about 15, he finally succeeded.

Every year on Thanksgiving, the Rotary Club members would meet at something like 6 am, and assemble “turkey baskets with all the fixings” thanks to a fundraiser they held the weekend before. These baskets held (and probably still hold) a turkey, bread, stuffing mix, everything for pumpkin pie, vegetables, etc. Basically everything you would need for a nice Thanksgiving meal. They would then deliver them around town to a list of people they received from some social service organization (the food bank maybe?).

I was still a surly and sleepy teen, so I skipped the part where the baskets were assembled, but my dad picked me up at about 9 am to help with the delivery. I will never forget it for as long as I live.

We went to a house less than a mile from our own. A six-year-old boy opened the door. Cheerfully, I handed him a gallon milk, and held on to a gallon of orange juice while he went to put down the milk. By the time he was returning, his father had shown up and was taking the giant basket of food from my father.

The little boy chirped to him “Dad, dad, they gave us a gallon of milk!”
To which the father replied “Why would they give us an entire gallon?”

That broke my heart! Especially because I knew that I had an entire gallon of milk in my fridge probably going bad because none of us ever drank enough milk.

That was the first time that I ever truly understood how good I have it.

Since then, I have always been thankful for my life. I have the important stuff and I know it:

  • If I’m cold, I turn up the heat
  • If I’m hungry, I go to the grocery store
  • With a few minor exceptions, I have my health
  • Enough people love me that I never have to worry about being “all on my own”

What are you thankful for this year? How do you give back?


Thankful for Her…

I had a pretty stressed out end to my week/weekend.

First I should mention that I’m a huge animal person. Dog person, cat person, doesn’t matter to me, I love them all. My mom grew up on a dairy farm, and I think she instilled a sense of empathy to me and my brother. She was always the first person trying to rescue every little, baby bunny or half-dead animal she found while we were growing up.

Now, I have 2 cats because I live in a relatively small apartment.

Little boy on the left, little girl on the right

Because the apartment is so small, but we do have a backyard, they spend most days outside (and they prefer it that way). Well, they both went out on Thursday, but then it POURED all afternoon!

When I came home, no kitty came inside immediately. Kind of odd, especially for a rainy day. Eventually my little, boy kitty came inside, got dried off and gobbled down his dinner. By 9 pm, my little girl cat was still nowhere to be found. This was very odd. Typically she’s yelling at me if I’m 5 minutes late for dinner. Now she was 3 hours late, it was still pouring, and it was starting to get really cold.

Here’s the thing, her nicknames are Princess and Prissy Pants. She will actually come inside to use the litter box and then prance back outside because she doesn’t like going to the bathroom outside. She got locked in the basement by accident one night and even though it has a dirt floor, she still waited to go to the bathroom so she could use the box. She’s prissy and always clean. This is her general attitude:

Not actually my little girl, but the sentiment is right.

She never came home on Thursday, and she has NEVER missed dinner. She never came home on Friday, and it rained all day. On Saturday, I was freaking out and still no cat! I figure if she had missed two dinners, she was probably dead, especially because it was nice on Saturday. My poor boyfriend was having dreams about her being eaten by wild animals and I was looking on the side of every road to see if she had been hit. I even called Animal Control on Saturday to see if anyone had found her. She’s a pretty friendly, little girl, so I thought maybe with all the rain, she had convinced someone to let her into their house. No such luck.

We went out for about an hour to watch my boyfriend’s niece’s soccer game. I know I was completely not fun because I was just so upset about her. We were gone for about an hour all day, and yet, when we got home, there she was sitting on the front porch begging to be let inside! I felt so much relief seeing her little face!

She stank of oil and her little, white feet were black with filth. I’m pretty sure she was locked in someone’s garage. I’m guessing by accident.

It was a stressful few days and I’m so glad she came home! With Thanksgiving being this week, I know I’m thankful for both of my cats who make my life brighter with their silly antics. Plus, their 3rd birthday is Sunday! I would have LOST IT if she didn’t make it to her birthday!

This is how she spent today (she's on the guest bed)

Sunday Morning Snark – Thanksgiving Style

Set Your Goals

Saturday Morning Motivational Poster

New Goals!

Goals really keep me going!

Lately, I’ve had to start running inside. I typically run after work. Now that it’s dark so early, I don’t feel safe running outside on my tree-laden paths by the river; and I don’t want to run along the main streets. So I”ve taken to a treadmill in the basement of my office building.

I’m not loving it. I even had the thought “Well, once I’ve run a 10k race, I think I’m going to stop this running thing. I don’t know why I do it anyway” Bah! I used to do it because it was fun and it felt good. The book I’m reading put it perfectly into words for me in a chapter about treadmills though. I don’t have the book in front of me unfortunately, so here is my paraphrase: After about 10 minutes of running on a treadmill, your mind figures out that it’s putting out all of this effort and you’re not going anywhere!

It’s so true! She offers a lot of fun tricks though to keep yourself engaged, like varying the speed and incline (especially in time with music or along with a TV show).

While running on a lunch break (whoa!), I came up with a few new goals for myself.

First, a recap of running during lunch: I did it because I have the 5k coming up and I wanted to make sure that I got in enough training. It was nice, but I don’t think I’ll do it again. First, it was great because I was the only person there the entire time. And when I went back to work, I felt more focused.

I don’t think I’ll be doing it again because showering in a weird place isn’t my thing. When I work out at night, I’ll actually get in my car when I’m done, drive home, and shower at home. But I couldn’t stink up the office… so I showered. Also, I was bright red in the face for what felt like a solid 2-3 hours afterwards. Finally, and the main reason, I didn’t get a long enough run. I’m used to running for 60-70 minutes (there is some walking in there too). 30 just didn’t cut it for me. I felt like I didn’t give it my all.

I decided that I needed some easy-to-achieve, winter goals. My last goals were distance based, because it was light at night and I would just run by the river until it got dark enough that I should go inside. I don’t really want to spend all night at the gym though.

So these are my new goals:

  • Run an 8 minute mile
  • Run a mile at a 4.0 incline

I working to achieve these by February 1st. I don’t expect to do these goals together, but rather it would involve running the two miles back to back. In order to feel that I’ve reached these goals I will need to do them 3 times (on separate nights).

I’m a little bummed that the treadmill at this gym will only let me go up in full numbers (or at least I haven’t figured out how to do a 1.5 incline, for example). The 2.0 was ROUGH! I’m sure it will get easier though. Plus, my muscles enjoyed the ache.

As of right now, I’ve managed to run a 2.0 incline and an 8:50 mile. (I’m still happier at a flat 10:30 though…)

I look forward to enjoying the feeling of achievement!

Since WordPress has decided I can’t imbed video anymore: here’s a link to YouTube for a fun Gooooaaaallll! clip!

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