No Pressure Or Anything

It’s the morning of the test!

Nightmares about forgetting number two pencils? Check.

Healthy breakfast? Check.


My body shut down on me on Tuesday with a sprained ankle. I had a lot of anxiety about the test that I wanted to run out and was so disappointed because I was looking forward to upping my mileage. On Tuesday I realized I was a runner.

My mind shut down on me two days later. I didn’t have the patience or energy to study vectors or igneous rocks or tRNA for that matter. Yesterday I slept the entire day!

With the kids sleeping over at their cousins’ house, I could fall asleep and wake up when I wanted to. Not that I don’t when they’re home because they know, in the words of the Disney movie Aladdin, do not disturb Mommy’s slumber! I could do all this without worrying about them.

I called R before I left for the test site. He said, “Maybe it’s a good thing all of this happened. Now you’re well-rested.”

He’s right. I probably would have taken both exercise and studying to an obsessively unhealthy extreme. He suggested to go to Starbucks before the test to relax and to not freak out before the test.

Phone call to loving and supportive husband? Check.

Bueller? Bueller?

Oh man, am I in big trouble…


I took part one of the practice tests. Holy shit, that’s no joke!

I fracking hate taking tests with a passion. I tend to overthink questions, a habit I point out to students when I model test-taking skills, and end up getting so flustered after one difficult question.

I know some of the material and can usually eliminate two bonehead choices but the other two choices are worded so… wordy that it takes my entire brain to wrap around one choice, let alone two!

Excuse me while I growl quietly in the corner… Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr…




There was a lot of biology in this subtest and though as I mentioned in a previous post, I flunked out of bio, I still remember it! I think I’d rock those bio classes now…

And now something to make me feel a little better:


Where a Kid Can Be a Kid

Last night I was having a little trouble accepting another missed birthday. No one to help me plan, to bake the cake instead of me, to give a kick-ass birthday for our baby.

Then my son said out of the blue, “I wonder what it would be like to live with your daddy your whole life.”

Funny at first but what a heart-wrenching, sucker-punch-to-the-gut observation. This boy at ten knows that life isn’t all Chuck E. Cheese, “Where a kid can be a kid.” This kid can’t. Not when he’s got bigger things on his mind.

Short post today and probably the only one for another week or so. I am exhausted and have not studied all weekend.

In other news my mileage for last week was 12 1/2 miles! I hope to hit 15 this week. One of my cousins who I had not seen in weeks said, “Wow! You look great!”

I thanked her and said, “It’s hard! I wish it were easy but it’s hard!” It is so so easy to give up, isn’t it? Man, oh man, if there were any a time where I feel like giving up, believe me, it has been a time for a while.

But I gotta keep thinking, one run at a time, one day at a time. Then all will be alright.





Steven P. Daugherty, KIA 6 July 2007


Funny how a simple act of running can be so emotional. I only met Steven briefly a couple of times but he was a good friend to R and everyone around him. He has a son M’s age; they became instant friends when R and M traveled back to Virginia a couple of years ago for the homecoming of the friends he left in Iraq. I thought of the son he left behind, all of the years he has missed, and all of the years to come. R and his friends vowed to make sure his son always remembers him.

Even though my legs wanted me to stop a couple miles into my run, how could I? When only two years R couldn’t? When even now his foot still gives him trouble everyday yet he still is determined to run like he used to? When I have the freedom to leave my house at any time of the day and still know that I am safe in my own country with no worry of car bombs, civil war, genocide, or any other acts of violence that happen daily in other countries? How could I stop now?

For the past six years, my husband’s command remembers his friend Steven with a 10 mile run and a barbecue and though I am not there (nor can I run 10 miles yet) I still think of what Steven’s family must have gone through and what they go through every day, especially July 6 every year.

L’s birth two days later was a small distraction to the tragedy that had just occurred and I wonder what goes through the minds of R and his coworkers when they see her. I can only hope they see what I see. She is a bright-eyed beautiful girl who loves her father fiercely, who at the tender age of five has come to grips with her father’s job, and is a symbol of love, friendship, and how precious and fragile life really is.

This morning L changed out of her pajamas and decided to put on her Navy shirt. It made me smile and wonder what forces are at work in this vast and mysterious universe.

Navy Captain– The Real Navy

Our Fallen Soldier



MilSpouse Friday Fill-In #25

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 watching A Bug’s Life on the Disney channel, I thought it might be fun to fill this out while taking a break from studying. More about that later…


1. What’s one thing in the past month you would have changed?
I would have started Saturday’s 5K closer to the start line. I stuck to the back because I didn’t want to be trampled on by the warp-speed runners but I didn’t even reach the start line until a minute into the race!

2. What was your favorite thing that happened in June?
I ran a 5K last Saturday and committed to running a couple more this year. I run at a slow enough pace that I’m probably grinning during the entire run. It’s hard not to smile when this guy

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is singing in your ear.

My personal fitness goals are:
1. to run a 10K (6.2 miles) without stopping by September
2. to run 10 miles by December
3. to run a half marathon by March.
Seeing this written out is VERY intimidating. I hope I don’t sleep in a fetal position tonight while sucking my thumb.

3. What did you do to celebrate Independence Day?
My mom invited herself and my brother and uncle for a lunchtime barbecue. They brought the food. I provided the venue and entertainment in the form of three children and two dogs. Afterward, we went to my aunt’s house for another barbecue and pooled our (expensive) fireworks.

Personally I am over fireworks and the exorbitant prices but the kids loved them. Between my cousins and I, we had six very excited kids!

4. When you PCS, what items do you take with you and not let the movers pack (and if you do a DITY, what do you take with you and not box up)
I only take personal documents (birth certificates, shot records, etc.) and my jewelry box. The rest I let the movers pack and move. True, I would hate it if stuff like pictures and scrapbooks got ruined but now I’m so old wiser that I know it is just stuff and not as important as the little ones buckled up in the backseat and the big one pretending to pay attention to the road whenever I drive to our next destination.

5. What are you looking forward to in July?
This young lady is turning FIVE YEARS OLD.

That thought alone will make me fall asleep in the fetal position, sucking my thumb. It is amazing how time flies. She was our souvenir from Virginia, the one from the 2006 deployment. My husband is still trying to come to terms with his accident, sometimes regretting ever taking orders to Virginia. I told him over the phone this morning: “I DON’T.”

I know he is going through a trying time adapting and accepting this new life but the truth is had we not moved to Virginia we would never have had L. We would have moved back to Fort Gordon and he would have realized that he needed to get that vasectomy he always said he’d get after the second one was born.

Yes, the months apart, the accident, the neverending recovery was and is awful, tumultuous, and at times so effing depressing that no one really understands but the bottom line is, we would not have her had we not taken the path that led us to this point right now.

In other news, I am preparing to take a subject competency test in science so I can get a single subject credential to teach in middle/high school. The test is next week!


I hope you had a wonderful and restful Independence Day. I don’t pretend to know everything there is to being patriotic. Being a military spouse doesn’t give me a pass; I know I still have a lot to learn.

When I was a kid, as a child of Filipino immigrants, I remembered school baffled me. Why am I studying about Greek and Roman gods? Why am I studying about Christopher Columbus, ancient Egypt, and the gold rush? Why do I need to know about the civil rights? I am clearly not white nor black. My family didn’t even get here until the 70s!

What did this have to do with me?

Over and over I would ask that question to myself. For years, my father told me we were in America; we spoke English. “Why would we need to go back to the Philippines? You need to speak English in school to go to college.” While I respect the decision he made, I still wonder about the ramifications.

It wasn’t until I got to college (yes, college) that I found the answer to the question, “WHAT DID THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ME?”


Wars, revolutions, battles, boycotts, discrimination, laws, the pursuit of equal rights… all of these things did not just shape one country or one people. It shaped ALL OF US. It affects ALL OF US.

Whenever I am in a class that is studying history, I keep political opinions to myself like any educator would but I make sure I connect what we’re studying to how this lesson effects all of us, directly or indirectly. The hell if a generation gets by me without knowing what took me decades to learn! o

I need to not only know about victims of natural disasters around the world, I need to care and do something.

I need to not only know about social injustice or genocide, I need to get angry and do something.

I need to not only know who SNL satirizes, I need to really know them to cast my vote based on what I value and not how hilarious Tina Fey’s impressions are.

I need to stop thinking about other people as “THEM” and start thinking about “US”. As a nation, I believe with all of my heart that we can.



10K: Do I Dare?


I dressed for running as soon as I woke up. I had to before I could talk myself out of it.

So off I went. After about two miles I got the same lower back pain from the race on Saturday. I fixed my posture and the pain went away.

During the race, I noticed that I passed the walkers but was running in queue with the stop-starters, the people who would quickly run by me but who I would eventually pass because they slowed down to a walk. I sought advice from one of the best runners I know. Yes, I got advice from my husband.

This mofo will get his feelings hurt when he has to pay a whole twenty bucks for shoes from Payless Shoe Source. He will say that those shoes “aren’t too bad” because they make his feet bleed for only a week.

Only a week.

Yet in those shoes, he would lap Marines around the track and he would keep up with SEALs young enough to be our kids. And I know that even though he can’t do these things now, I know that one day he will.


He told me about FARTLEKS, alternating running and sprinting. Those, he said, will improve my time.

Um… yeah. No, I’m gonna work on my distance for now, thankyouverymuch.

I did three and a half miles this morning. Tomorrow I mapped out a different route, one that will take me four and a half miles.

My new minimum distance will be three miles per run. My new running schedule will be four days a week, squeezing in Zumba or Hot Hula class whenever I can.

I want to run a 10K. I want to do it in September and again in November. I saw this on Pinterest.


There. That’s where I’m going and that’s what I’m gonna get next year. Come with me?