In My Life.....

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Dating & Running

I know that it's been FOREVER. Here's some entertainment for you. I'm always entertained by my life. I hope you are too.

The last few months I have been focusing on two things...
1- putting myself out there to date, date, date
2-building a solid running foundation

The two have a lot in common. For example,

1. Figuring out what to wear takes too much thinking. Running--the cold weather brings lots of questions about how many layers I should wear. Dating--obvious reasons, I'm a girl.
2. I really hate doing it and getting ready for it, but once I start the run or am on the date, it really is fun. It just takes a lot of effort.
3. I really hope that my hard work and effort pays off someday.
4. I end up hurting myself one way or the other. Running--I'm always training too hard so I injure myself. Dating--I fall for the boy too fast then get hurt. Really, I'm okay.
5. The skinnier you are the better luck you have of getting what you want. Running- the less you weigh, the faster you run. Dating--obvious. It's amazing how much the guys notice when you lose 10 pounds. Thank you running!
6. I still eat a yummy dessert to compensate for both of them.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Looking Back

When I turned 36 last year, I had a feeling it would be a good year. Of course, I had hoped it would be because I would find a husband. But alas, here I am, still single. It has been an AMAZING year as far as my running "career." With all my heart and with all my soul, I am thankful for every single mile I have been able to run. I can't explain why it is so important to me. Maybe, it's from being overweight for so long and wanting to run so bad. Maybe it's what fills the void of children. I'm sure there are moms who have those moments when they thank God for that precious child. I literally thank God for every mile I can run. I know there are people who inspire me and I know that I am able to inspire others.
Here's the Christmas tree before I put the real ornaments on. Three (of the four) medals are from this year. A half-marathon, a relay race, and a marathon. Not bad, not bad at all!

Bits and Pieces

I have to finish up this blog roll so that I can get it published. Also then I can rant and rave about other random things like dating!
St. George sent me the newspaper that shows all the official times and such. That was pretty cool. I also order all the official marathon pictures. Thanks mom!
The neatest thing was getting my certificate in the mail. I got a certificate that says I participated in the "2011 St. George Marathon, USATF certified and sanctioned 26 miles, 385 yard marathon."

Saturday, November 12, 2011

The 6 week wall

Do you remember me writing about the wall I hit around mile 18 during the marathon? Well, I think I finally got passed it TODAY, 6 weeks later! This morning was the first time since the marathon that one, it did not hurt to run, and two, I actually enjoyed it. Of course those two things are intertwined. My knees and IT Band (a muscle that runs from the hip to the outside of the knee) have been hurting anytime I do any exercise. I think I tried to jump back into running too soon. Then I tried Spinning but that hurt too. So far today, my knees are doing good.
I enjoyed the run too. I didn't take my watch or any type of device to measure my speed and distance. I just wanted to be able to run 2-3 miles without hating it. As I got into it, I realized again why I love running. Something about my body in motion is just therapeutic.
I have to give my body time to recover completely from my injuries. Part of me is frustrated that my "long run" was only 3 miles. The other part of me is very thankful to God that I was able to run the 3 miles. I feel like I have to start from day one on getting miles back up to where I want them. But, it's okay. I would much rather be able to run slow then not at all.
Moral of the story is...Next time I'm taking a complete break from all workouts after the marathon to give myself time to heal.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

One Last Memory

I wanted to share one last marathon memory. I created this blog in hopes of turning it into a book. A book so my posterity, aka my great nieces and nephews, will know what Auntie Teri was like. This post is for them. I also know why it has taken 5 weeks to write it.

My marathon was on Saturday, October 1, 2011 in St. George. After the race, mom and I drove to Oceanside, California, to stay at the beach house for a couple weeks. We got there around 10pm. I could barely walk, of course. The first thing my sweet dear Grandma Roz did was to push her walker towards me and offer to let me use it. It’s the kind on wheels and she had a flower tied to the handle bars.

She was 94 years old and still as spunky as anything.

The next day I didn’t do much but rest. I will treasure the time I took that day to spend time with my grandma. She sat on the couch to read, and like a little girl, I laid next to her to rest. We laughed and joked each time one of us had to get up off the couch, since both of us had to put forth a lot of effort to do so. She said I was taking as long as she usually does.

That evening my grandma stood and watched her last sunset over the ocean. It was one of her most favorite things in the whole world.

Later that night she took a fall, which she did not recover from. She was in the hospital for a week before passing away. It was a difficult week to watch my grandma suffer. Afterwards, I felt so much peace knowing about our Heavenly Father’s plan for families. I felt so much peace because I have been working on the family history for my grandma’s side. I know that those family members were very close those final days. I felt peace because my grandma was an amazing woman who led a very full life, with no regrets, up until those final days.

I am so fortunate that I had the privilege of being able to spend one-on-one time with her right before the fall. I was also able to interview a month before as an example for my 3rd graders who were interviewing one of their grandparents. Those are memories that I will cherish my whole life. They are precious memories that I will remember as part of my first marathon.