Monday, April 30, 2012

The Before and After.

Before the marathon: Scared. Nervous. Unsure. About to vomit.

After the marathon: Excited. Happy. Proud. About to vomit. 

I did it! I ran my first marathon!! And to top it off, I was 51 seconds under my goal at 4:29:09. It was a great day. A great run. A true challenge that took more will power than I knew possible. 

I'm glad it's over. Thankful that I finished. And as stiff as board.

More stories and more pictures to come. 

I'm off to ice my entire body.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

For These Two.

I started running seven years ago in Chicago for one reason and one reason alone.

It was really cold.

Which essentially translates into, my husband is in med school, I never see him, I'm all by myself, freezing, digging my car out of snow, it is a little sad, a little lonely, a little isolating and I really, really need a hobby and I need to get into shape.

So I took myself to the gym and started running on the treadmill. I immediately thought it was for the birds or more specifically for really, really crazy people and I almost quit. I was this close. 

But I stuck with it. Because it was cold, remember.

And I went from running arduous 2-minute stretches in capri pajama bottoms to buying running gear, subscribing to Runner's World and running for miles on end throughout the northern suburbs of Chicago.

I did a 5k. A 10k. A half-marathon. And I was addicted and ready to tackle 26.2 miles.

But I became pregnant with band-aid head halfway through training and never did the race.

And two weeks after band-aid head made her appearance, I started training for the next marathon. But a few weeks later became pregnant with ornery, pretzel-crumb face.

Another marathon missed.

And now, 2 years later. I'm tackling the full thing. 26.2 miles. And it's tomorrow. And I've spent today trying to either not vomit or have a heart attack. I'm not really sure which one I'm trying to avoid most at this point. Just today I was thinking how much easier it was to train before I had the girls. I had all the time to train, to recover, to recoup. And it was my main focus.

But I'm thankful that my first marathon didn't happen before the girls. God had another plan. This time around the training has been challenging, time-consuming, guilt-ridden and a sacrifice. And there's no time to recoup. You walk in the house from your long runs and you're mom. Not a skip of a beat.

And God-willing, during the race tomorrow, when I feel challenged, I'll think of these two. And how much I love them. And how much of a sacrifice it's been for all of us.

And how I hope that I make them proud.

Really, really proud. 

See you on the other side, band-head face and ornery, pretzel-crumb face. --Love, your soon to be, Marathon Mommy.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Photo shoot within a Photo shoot.

I guess it's only fair when your mom sticks a camera in your face about 53 times a day, that you get to turn the tables every once in a while. Even if it is with a toy camera. 

The other day, Chloe grabbed her faux camera and insisted we go to the front yard for a photo shoot. She made me sit under the tree and clearly I was thrilled to sit in the mud.

But I'm a good sport. And I know how to turn it on for the camera. Even if it's not real.

But clearly things started to turn to chaos. And we got a little distracted.

And then we got really distracted.

But then this picture happened.

And then this one. And I didn't mind the mud so much.
And I guess this pretty much sums up my day as a mom. Chaos. Happiness. Chaos. Happiness. Doing things I don't really feel like doing just because it makes my daughters happy. Chaos. Chaos. Breaking up fights. Chaos.

Bliss. And then more bliss. Even if it's just for a moment or two.

Hope all of you have a wonderful weekend! 

Thursday, April 12, 2012

This isn't what your kids look like when they hunt Easter eggs?

Someone out there, please tell me your kid likes to Easter egg hunt in upside-down glasses and a sticker on the forehead.

This girl feels the need to accessorize in every way possible. She doesn't abide by the old adage of Coco Chanel, 

Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory.”

And to prove that she doesn't need to follow Ms. Chanel's advice, I'll tell you what she carried in her Easter egg basket.

Another pair of sparkly shoes. Just in case.

Once the sunglasses fell off (because she refuses to wear them anyway except for upside down which makes them a little hard to stay on), the Easter egg hunt commenced.

And it was a slow hunt because they felt the need to open each individual egg upon finding and eat the jelly beans inside.

Smart girls.

Which left plenty of time for me to find the ones filled with chocolate.
Really smart girl.

Look up in the tree! Your not going to believe it. But there's another egg up there. Chloe was hoping for another pair of sparkly shoes or a booklet of stickers. Stella's just hoping for another jelly bean.

Sweet sisters with weird facial expressions.

Cute.

Cuter.

Cutest.

They really love taking pictures with me.


And have you ever seen a better family photo? At least Jason and I know how to look at the camera. For the most part.

Hope all of you had a great Easter with lots of leftover chocolate.

And I also hope that your kids aren't as weird as mine.

Or maybe I do. It sure is a lot of fun to laugh at with them.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Why My Mom Should Be on Facebook: Reason 8,536

My mom misses out on so much by not being on Facebook. Not that I post a ton of pictures, but I do post some that never make it to my blog. She always says, "I don't see the pictures if they're not on your blog." 

And if my mom hasn't noticed, I'm a major slacker on my blog as of late.

Mom, that's why we need you on Facebook. ASAP. I'll set it up for you and everything.

And Mom, if you were on Facebook, I could just post these pictures, tag you and they'd be all yours.

And I wouldn't have to embarrass you on my blog.

In all seriousness, my Mom saved my life yesterday. And she saved Easter. 

I ran 20 miles on Saturday for marathon training, and I was pretty puny all weekend. If a task (like making Easter baskets, dying Easter eggs, buying Easter dresses and cooking Easter dinner) didn't include lying on the couch, it wasn't going to get accomplished.

So she saved the day.

And made it a really, really fun day.

 Thanks Mom for making Easter really special for us! 

And I'll make your life more special by signing you up on Facebook, okay??

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

What I have learned about feet.

I had the rough task of joining Jason on one of his podiatry conferences this past week. But this wasn't your routine conference. This was a conference that landed us in....



And this is just laughable.




And I laughed and shook my head all the way to the....




Bahamas!



And as a good student, I learned all about feet. 

How good they look when I'm walking on the beach.

When they're looking at the ocean.


And how good they look when you zoom in with your lens and you see that they're speckled with a little bit of sand. And then I learned I probably could use some sort of pedicure. 

I also learned the wrath of a morning spent without sunscreen,

How much I was meant to be a fish,

How much I missed these little girls,

And how much fun I have with this guy. Thanks for taking me to your conference. I can't tell you how much I learned about your profession.

More pictures and more stories to come.

No more feet pictures. I promise.