Dear Boston


Dear Boston,

I’ve never seen you in person but I know you’re beautiful.

The day after the horrible tragedy I went to the gym. The first time in weeks. The following day I went again.

All this week I’ve been wearing the shirts I’ve gotten from races that I walked or run. No, shirts I have earned.

Last year I set my sights on running my first half marathon, a goal I quickly deemed a mere dream.

Life got in the way. Excuses piled higher than the laundry (albeit clean) in my room. The dream became a fantasy.

But I can’t do that, Boston.

I won’t.

You with your courageous survivors, with your brave residents who ran toward danger. You with three casualties. Three who were there to enjoy the race in your fine city.

You who will not cease this glorious tradition of the Boston Marathon.

Thank you, Boston. Thank you for reminding me that I am a runner. I run for you.


Got Running Shoes?

I’ve got a 10K next month. Have I been running?

Erm, no.

My husband doesn’t think that it’ll be a problem, even with the weeks that have lapsed since my last run. “You know your pace,” he reasoned. “That’s the hardest part.”

I have been taking a Hot Hula class a couple of times a week and the other day I lifted weights for the first time in months.

The other day I had to step back and say whoa, in a noncritical and constructive manner. The holidays were hard, calorifically and emotionally. Recovery is even harder but in place.

And now that I’ve personally gotten rid of all of the sugar in the house (by sharing and eating), our eating choices are better. We limit going out to eat to once a week. Fruit is now on the kitchen counter instead of the endless supply of cookies from friends and family. Vegetables are now eaten with gusto once again. I stopped buying Christmas candies on clearance. (Never mind that the Christmas clearance candy is all gone.)

As to how I’m going to run 10K next month, I don’t know but I think I’ll be fine.


MilSpouse Friday Fill-In #21

So over on Wife of a Sailor, Wife posts questions for other bloggers to answer on their own military spouse blogs. (Still with me so far?) And since the kids are going to bed in a few minutes, I thought it might be fun to fill this out before I watch Harold and Kumar on their crazy Christmas adventure.

1. What is your favorite/most unique anniversary/birthday gift from your spouse?

Last month I told my husband R I didn’t want him to buy me anything for Valentine’s Day. I wanted a homemade Valentine, a real love letter penned by him. Not by Hallmark. Not by Google docs. What I got was the most beautiful love letter in the entire world… and he wrote it with a calligraphy pen! He even decorated the glass bottle it came in.

And no, you can’t read it!

2. What’s your first thought when you see it’s snowing (or what would you say if you don’t live somewhere with snow)?

Not gonna lie, I get excited! I want to make snowballs and throw them but first… I have to find puffy jackets and mismatched mittens! I saw snow for the first time when I was sixteen. I didn’t see snow again until I lived in Augusta, Georgia a decade later.

3. What’s one thing in the past month you would have changed?

I would have cut myself more slack. For a couple of weeks, my diet went down the drain and I skipped the gym more times than I care to quantify. When I finally picked myself up, I started getting migraines and came down with a bad cold. I am finally getting over it but the cough still lingers as does the scars of self-criticism. If this happens again, I hope I can pick myself up without knocking myself down first!

4.What was your favorite thing that happened in February?

Everything that had to do with Valentine’s Day. I loved making cheap yet cute decorations for the house. Some are still up! Okay, I am a teensy bit lazy too. I enjoyed making six dozen cupcakes for the kids’ classes. I didn’t even eat that many. Also, see number 1.

5. What are you looking forward to in March?

This princess

turns seven! I look forward to buying R’s plane ticket for his next trip out here in April. We are also planning to surprise the kids with a trip to the happiest place on earth (which, surprisingly, is NOT the shoe section of Nordstrom). Two years ago before R’s accident we told the kids we were taking them to see the King Tut exhibit in San Francisco and they were pretty stoked. I’m thinking about waiting until the kids go to sleep then driving down there in the middle of the night so they can wake up at D-land!


So I am watching the third Harold and Kumar movie and while this movie is wrong on so many levels, I would be lying through my teeth if I said I wasn’t cracking up right now. It is not a movie I recommend to anyone unless you have a very immature specific sense of humor.

Gah! Since I have been uder the weather this week, I will not be able to do the 5K on Saturday. I’m pretty bummed and would push myself if it was just the sniffles but my coughs (TMI alert!) are still producing nasty stuff. Next one is on Mother’s Day and I will beat my first 5K time!

Speaking of illness, R has come down with the same symptoms.

“Isn’t that weird?” he asked.

“Why would it be weird?”

He replied, “Uh… we don’t live together? We live on opposite coasts!”

I laughed. “It’s because we’re so connected!”

Countdown to another 5K

I have decided to do it again. Eleven days until I spank my last 5K’s time in the ass.

I jogged the first race without stopping. The last race I recruited a friend and we power-walked together. She was so happy to do the race that she has agreed to do the next one in eleven days. She doesn’t know it yet but we are going to jog the entire thing.

I admit it. It is much easier to dispense advice than it is to follow it.

“No, you cannot have candy until Friday.” “Eat fruit if you’re hungry.” “Go outside and play!”

This one I intend to follow: “Come on! Jog the whole race without stopping!”

In other news, it is no surprise to you that I am on Pinterest all the time, as seen by my “She’s Crafty” posts and pics of such crafty-ness. I have adopted a few mantras from the site you may enjoy:

* “Sweat is fat crying.”

* “No matter how slow you run, you are still lapping everyone on the couch.”

* “You aren’t defeated when you lose. You’re only defeated when you quit.”

And finally my favorite: “The two best exercises to do during the holiday season: Table Push-Aways and Fork Put-Downs.” Whoa, the only two I don’t know how to do.

Let’s do this!

5Ks and All That Jazz

So in order to make up for the gluttonous frenzy that was December, R and I have been busy but ew, not like that!

R is in San Antonio getting fitted for a leg brace for his left foot which helps him with movement. It is remarkable to see how much his foot has improved especially since his foot drop was so bad the first six months that when he was not wearing his leg brace, it appeared that he was en pointe.

In November his leg strength was at seventy percent and today, at his assessment today, he is at eighty-eight percent– two percent from being average for a male his age. He makes such a big deal about NOT wanting to be average, to be above average than his peers, that this was wonderful news.

We noticed that he makes tremendous gains after he participates in activities outside of his physical therapy like the 5K he ran last weekend. Makes sense though. One would probably perform better when it is an intrinsic goal rather than one that is expected. He may even be cleared in time to squeeze in another short deployment.

And I know what you’re thinking, “Oh my gawd! Would you even LET him deploy again? Hasn’t he been through enough? Haven’t YOU been through enough?”

To which I would reply, “Meh.” He’s gonna do what he wants to do. He’s gonna do what he needs to do. Far be it from me to tell him what he should or shouldn’t do. That would be like him telling me to stop going to Nordstrom!

I finished my second 5K ever on Saturday. I walked the entire thing with a friend who has vowed to join me in three more races this year. Our time was the base point of which we will beat at our next race in March.

In regards to food consumption, I have not bought diet soda in a week. I… um… have indulged in chocolate this week and maybe ate too much a few times but eh, most of my meals are smaller. Also, there are less carb-y snacks in the house and when the kids want the carb-y stuff, the must eat fruit first. I just wish I walked the walk like I talked the talk.

Life is a Marathon

Or at least in our case, a 5K.

My husband ran a 5K last Saturday in Texas. He ran alongside other patients from his rehab hospital who like him, were wounded in Iraq or Afghanistan. Many were missing limbs and getting used to their new bodies. I am quite certain that all finished what they started.

Needless to say, R is sore and developed a blister while running but at least he is still there and doctors and therapists can make suggestions or adjustments as needed. He’s got a week left there and it will be back to Virginia.

It will be a few months before R can fly back out to see us and as disappointing that may be, his flights back to California are numbered. One day soon he will be able to look at his airline ticket and it will say “ONE WAY”.

I am giddy with excitement. It may seem like a long way off and a year definitely is a long time. After eleven years of marriage, I look forward to sleeping in the same time zone, let alone in the same bed. I do anticipate blips in the adjustment period but eh, we will be fine.

Life may be a marathon and not a sprint but Saturday will feel like the longest sprint of my life. I was so excited to do a 5K last November and jogged the entire way. I signed up for another one for this Saturday. I know I have indulged this past Christmas season and have not been consistent with my running schedule unless running to the bathroom counts. In which case, I have that down pat.

All I know is that I signed up, I will start it, and I will finish it.

Running in Circles

R has been in San Antonio for almost two weeks for physical therapy. Last week he was skeptical about his new cast because he couldn’t run in it.

Um, you’ve only had it a week.

When he called tonight, he was exhausted. He. Did. Sprints.


AND he signed up for a 5K for ten days from now! What?!

OMG. I guess I needed a huge sign to hurry up and sign up for this month’s 5K.

I do need focus right now. I’ve been jumping from one thing to another since he left. Pinterest has got me addicted to making stuff. The kids have me busy, period. While I am being selective about what sub jobs I take, I am really lazy by the time I get home from work. Too lazy to do laundry. Too lazy to straighten up.

Thank goodness for frozen pizzas from Trader Joe’s.

Too lazy to upload the pics of my latest paint projects: 2 corkboards, 3 frames, and 2 mirrors. They are so cute! Okay, so I haven’t even taken the pics yet. Tomorrow. After work. (Doh.)

Hmmm… another 5K and so soon after the holiday gluttony? Maybe a 5K will give me direction, a routine, and another goal to work towards. I don’t mind if I am running in circles; I am just happy I’m still in the race.

On the Eve of my FIRST 5K in pictures

12:05 am: Waiting for Daddy in the airport parking lot.

1:20 am: Finally back home. Kids woke up in the car and talked the entire way home.

11:00 am: At Sam's Club eating too many samples and buying grub for tomorrow's bbq

4:00 pm: Pilgrim hat cookies. Thank goodness I make desserts that I do not like...

4:10 pm: ... with the exception of this dessert. Nutter Butter cookies? Yes. Mini chocolate chips? Of course. Cherry Jelly Belly? Mmmmm...

All day: trying to hug him as much as possible while he's here.

10:00 pm: Slightly freaking out about the cold and rainy weather tomorrow morning. Writing another 1K words before bed. Will post pics of FIRST 5K EVER tomorrow.

Countdown to Daddy

Tick tock, tick tock…

“When is Daddy coming home?” “How many more days until Daddy gets here?” “Can I go on the trampoline with Daddy?”

The kids and I have been so excited for R’s next visit, even more so when we booked the flight so that every day there was a new, smaller number until Daddy flew back home.

This morning L woke up and asked if we were going to the airport now.

“No, dude,” I said (yes, I sometimes address my kids as Dudes). “Tonight when it gets dark.”

I planned on letting the kids have Movie Night which is code for “the one night a week Mommy lets us pig out on junk food, sleep in the living room, and stay up as late as we want (or 9 pm, whichever comes first).”

I even sat with the kids in our unheated-on-purpose living room and watched Goosebumps to keep them awake. I wanted them to stay up late so Daddy could sleep in tomorrow morning.

“Mommy, I don’t think I can stay awake.” “I think I’m sleeping now.” Those were from the older two. The youngest passed out at 8:30 pm, a new late record for her.

“What? You guys don’t want to watch a movie? How about WII?”

They groaned.

Whoa. So they fell asleep at 9-ish, snoring in time with the dogs’ snoring. Even that damn chiweenie was tired. She gave up trying to wake the youngest after a few minutes and slept next to her.

Here are some of the things I Google’d while they were sleeping:

– “piano sheet music free adele someone like you”
– “b-52s love shack video”
– “freddie mercury”
– “starbucks 24 hour drive thru locations”

Starbucks is not open 24 hours in our town and I was exhausted. Drive thru closed at 11:00 pm. R’s flight does not land until 12:05 am. Yes, AM.

Yikes! It was 10:30 pm!

I recently realized that I have always had “senior moments”; they were just called “dumbass moments”. How hard could putting three sleeping kids in a car be?

The tallest one went first, still wrapped in his blanket. I realized that if he comes up to my nose in height it will be extremely difficult to maneuver his long limbs.

Then the middle went next. And finally the baby.

All strapped in. All wrapped in the blanket they fell asleep in. Yes, the car was in the garage and the garage was still closed.

Doh, gotta put the dogs in the garage.

Came back to the youngest wide awake, doing the potty dance in her carseat.

Double yikes.

Luckily she took care of business and we were off with twenty minutes to spare at SB for a delicious hot venti soy peppermint mocha, no whipped.

Only they ran out of soy milk (who is lactose intolerant? this gal) and had only enough to make a tall one so would it be alright if they made me a smaller size on the house?

Ooh la la! Thank you!

So now I am sitting in the car with the sound of three snoring children and the clickity clack of my laptop with about fifteen minutes before R lands.

Yes, I have been eating Nutter Butters like they are going out of style. I made fifty reindeer cookies and thirty-five pilgrim hat cookies so oops. (I’ll post pics soon.)

Yes, I have 25K words to write in the next 12 days.

Yes, I will probably skip Zumba tomorrow morning.

But you will not hear or read any complaints from me. This is exactly where I want to be right here at this very moment. Even if I was having a senior moment and wore flip flops instead of Uggs in 40 degree weather. Even if the oldest woke up to complain that his sister’s head kept leaning on him for twenty minutes.

If you’ll excuse me, there’s a sailor waiting for me at Terminal A…