Ready

I've got my running tank ready.

We're leaving in the morning.

Wish me luck!

The Last Lecture

"time is all you have...and you may find one day that you have less than you think."



What wisdom would we impart to the world if we knew it was our last chance?


It sat on my bedside table for a long time...
until I finally got the courage.

I began reading with tears in my eyes and finished with a smile on my face. I placed the book back on my shelf and hadn't touched it for months.

Randy Pausch has been gone for almost a year, but he continues to inspire. With my mom, the marathon, and the "wall" on my mind, I picked up The Last Lecture again today and was soon reminded of the importance of overcoming obstacles and seizing every moment.


"...The brick walls are there to stop the people who don't want it badly enough. They're there to stop the other people."

I love THAT.

Sick Days of Summer

It's the first week of summer and these three are spending it in bed:

fevers,
tummy aches,
coughing,
headaches,

and lots of crabbiness...

poor kiddos.

8 Day Countdown

In exactly 8 days, I will be nervously bouncing at the starting line in San Diego. And...as I am sitting here waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in so that I can go out for my last weekend run of my training, I am beginning to feel the first waves of anxiety hit. What if my knee gives out? What if this awful pain in my shin gets worse? What if my lungs decide they've had enough? The body is such an unreliable and finicky machine and after the hell I've put it through the last couple of months, what if it decides to revolt? 26.2 miles is long and it still scares me! After all, the most I've run is 21. I'm no fool and I know those last 5 miles will be excruciating.


Right now, my mom would be telling me to repeat positive thoughts out loud..."I can do this." "26 miles is easy." "I am strong!" This was a familiar scene in our relationship. I would just roll my eyes. It's just not me. Don't get me wrong. I am not a negative person. In fact, I am actually very positive. I believe in myself. But, I call it like it is and when the pain is bad, I say it.

When I ran the Whiskey Half Marathon a few weeks ago, I spent a few minutes of the hardest part of the race (about mile 5) running alongside a very friendly and, in my opinion, inappropriately happy guy. We had been climbing this mountain for the last 45 minutes and I felt like I was going to die. He knew I was in pain because, well frankly, I kept saying how much this race sucked! This annoyingly happy guy just started repeating over and over, "This mountain is our friend. This feels great. Yeah! Yeah!Yeah! I love this!" Ugh! That was enough for me. Way too much positivity. I had to break away and find other haters to run with (wasn't hard!). I know. I am a sports psychologist's worst nightmare.

I know that 26.2 miles is hard. If it weren't, more than one tenth of one percent of the US population would have run a marathon.

I've done the training and I have a cause.

Now, I will just need my body to hang tough for 4 hours on the pavement.


And, maybe I'll say a few positive affirmations along the way...just for Mom.

Summer Break

Yay! I am so excited to have these little squirts home all day!

Welcome, Summer!

Goodbye, Spring.

Hello, Summer.

On Saturday, we took some time to enjoy the days of summer!


We Y Arizona!

Happy National Chocolate Chip day!!

Go Ahead...

INDULGE!

Shin Splints

Help! My shins are on fire!

Anybody got any ideas?

Getting desperate.

I Miss You

This is the hardest day of the year. Birthdays... Anniversaries... those are all tough, but today is the most painful. While the world around me is celebrating today with cards, presents, and brunches with mom, it is impossible to escape the reality that my mom is not here. If I could, I would curl up in bed and sleep today away.

But,
I can't.

So, I will do the next best thing~today I want to remind the world how wonderful my mom was.
One year and eight months ago, I spoke at my mom's funeral.
This is what I said...

When I was 13, my mom stood on stage at the Poston Junior High Faculty Follies dressed in head to toe spandex, a Tina Turner wig, dancing her tail off for all of my peers to see. In front of my cool friends and the dozen or so boys I had crushes on, I was mortified! For awhile there, it felt as if her sole purpose in life was to embarrass me. As I’ve gotten older, I realize that the very quality in her that haunted me in my teens, the ability and desire to say and do whatever you want, without worrying about being judged was a gift and one of the many ways I wish I was more like her.

From the time I was little, I idolized her because she was a teacher. And in the eyes of little ones, teachers are heroes. For some, teaching is a job. For my mom it was a passion. She loved language and words. She loved the way a well-written line or verse could bring chills to you. She was able to grasp the attention of unfocused, preoccupied fourteen year-olds and entrance them with Emerson and Shakespeare.

I remember sitting with her as she prepared her unit on Romeo and Juliet for class and she would read it to me. I was probably eight or nine and should have been reading Freckle Juice or something silly. But, we were reading Shakespeare together. She brought it to life and I fell in love with it. That’s what she was able to do with her students. She loved being in the classroom and making an impact on her students’ lives. She got teenagers. She understood their humor, she appreciated them as people and could see past their quirky and awkward age. They made her laugh and see things through their eyes.
She was one of those teachers you just never forget.

As a mother, you could say she smothered us with love. In fact, she was overprotective. Safety was her main concern and she loved to lecture any person we were with on how to make sure we were kept out of danger, even as adults. My brother in law, Casey, knows this all too well. He was the recipient of many of those talks.

As kids, she taught us to think freely, go against the grain, and stand up for something. Intellectually, she gave us all the freedom in the world. But, physically she protected us like a mother bear. She thought everything was going to kill us. Just a month or so ago, she lectured me on driving in the rain. She thought that the moment it started sprinkling, every person on the road should immediately turn around and go home. That only crazy people drove if it was raining. I think I got the brunt of her protectiveness because I somewhat listened to her. She gave up on my sister a long time ago. She knew Bri would do whatever Bri wanted. If you don’t know us well, I am the obedient, responsible daughter and Bri is the rebellious, has a mind of her own daughter. But combined, we are my mom. She was the best of us both.

Over the years, my mom taught me many things:
You can never have too many cute shoes. I know she is smiling down on me right now, thrilled and surprised that I didn’t come here in flip flops.
You cant change a man, football will always get first priority on tv. So, Give up the fight!
She taught me Courage. In the face of adversity, she never backed down. She had integrity and a backbone!
She also taught me you can't take yourself too seriously~to be goofy because it makes life more fun!
And last, she taught me that there is such a thing as a true love story. She lived it with my dad.

Two days ago, my dad gave Bri and I a letter he had found in my mom’s dresser drawer. It was written years ago to us, but somehow I had never gotten it. The words I read were tender and stirring, but exactly what I needed at a moment when the last few days events felt as if they would crush me. To Bri and I she wrote, “Every joy, as well as every setback, I will share with you--even when I’m not physically here. Talk to me, let me visit you in your dreams, and know that a mother can never really leave her children--ever.”

In the last weeks of her life I would just sit with my mom. We would sit in silence…just sit. There was no need for anything to pass between us. There were no words left unsaid. I will never wish I had said I love you because it was said each time I walked out the door. Our bond was unshakable.

My mom was generous, smart, funny, feisty, and silly. I miss her smile, her laughter, and the goofy way she used to sneeze. I just miss everything about her.

She was my mother.
She was my friend.
And… she was exquisite.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you!

Done...

That's all I have the energy to type. Done.

4:30 am Wake-up Call

I am mentally and physically preparing for my 21 mile run in the morning...

the last long run before San Diego.

At 5am, while you are peacefully dreaming away the morning, please send some good vibes my way.

My shins will need them!

Heartbreaker

So True...

End of the Season

This week marks the end of our baseball season.

I love baseball, but four games a week has gotten old

and

I'm tired.

Great job, boys!!

Whiskey Row 1/2

On Saturday, I ran the Whiskey Row 1/2 marathon in Prescott.

It was a grueling race!

For the first 6 1/2 miles, we climbed about 1000 ft., winding up a mountain. Several times throughout the race I heard runners second guessing their decision to run this one. I have to admit, I was right there with them!

The Whiskey Row marathon is described as "one of toughest in the United States" and that's no exaggeration. It was a beast!!

The Whiskey was a great training race for my marathon in 4 weeks, but I'm glad it's over. I finished with a time of 2:02 and considering the difficulty,

I'm happy with that!