I've been excited

I have been like a kid a Christmas.  You might think I have been feeling this way because of the race I'll be running Saturday morning but that is not the reason.
You might like it was surpassing the 150 mark in my days of running but wrong again.  
The reason I was so exited was I had done something that I have never done.  
I got something to commerate 100 days of running.  I have never bought myself something after a marathon or after my first ultra.  And in a way I still haven't because what I was so excited about was the fact that I surprised another blogger with a little unexpected happiness!

There isn't anything better than giving!  Add in a surprise giving and it is the BEST feeling ever!  So no matter how I run this race today, I am filled with happiness that I was able to uplift someone else.

And doing well in the race would just be icing on the cake!

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

Over and Under Prepared

How can that be you wonder.

How can I be over and under prepared?

Let me tell you.

I am waaaaaay over trained.

no one's fault but my own.

152 days is a whole wagon load of habit.

Day # 152 ~ 3.5 miles a.m. run

I am waaaay under prepared because I haven't even washed my running clothes.

I haven't picked out what I'll wear.

I haven't even decided which shoes I'll wear.

trail or street

BUT

I did only run 3.5 miles yesterday

AND

I have only ran 3.5 miles today.

SO

that could help my legs feel a little bit rested. 

AND

I have time tonight to do the wash.

SO

there will be clothes to wear

AND

no matter how I run or what I wear

I'll be running with Hubbs again

and that will be amazing!

Enjoy the weekend everyone.
Wishing you all strong legs and a happy heart in your running and racing adventure this weekend!

Three Things Thursday

1.  The majority of my runs so far this week have been on the treadmill. 

And this is why:

This is how dark it is when I was done running last night.  Ugh!

It is only October 7th.  I wonder if I will ever even see the sunshine once the time changes?!

At least I know that I won't have a problem making myself get on the mill over the winter.

2.  "Done?  Me run."  That is what LBM says everyday as we approach our house at the end of our jogging stroller runs.  He already knows when we are getting close to the house and will start asking.

It is so cute.

Who know it would take three children before I finally got one that will want to run with me.

No.  Check that.

He wants to run faster than me.

Already.

Because once he is out of the stroller and running down the center of the road.

(Yeah okay you've all seen the pictures.  It's not a surprise!)

He yells over his shoulder, "Beat you.  Beat you."  As he giggles hysterically.

3.  Question?  How many of you go "commando" while running?

The reason I ask. 

Wednesday night I had already set the kiddos up with a snack and a movie and was changing into my running gear when I realized I had my shorts but nothing for under them.

I know that my running shorts are equipped to be worn than way but I was fussing with them the entire run.

So I ask, do you go commando or not?  Why?  Any lessons learned that helped you make your choice? 

Temptation Tuesday

My bed was warm this morning.  My room was cold.

LBM was snuggled in his bed asleep.

S'ghetti girl was on the big yellow bus on her way to school.

The weather was drizzly, dark and cold.

Everything was in place to get back in bed for a extra 30 minutes.

BUT

I knew that it was only tempting me to continue to let myself down. 

To start the day with the burden of still wanting to go for a run....later. 

Hello Temptation.

Hi there Laziness.

Thanks but no thanks.

I'm going for a run.

Day # 149 ~ a.m. run

No Crying Over Spilled Milk

Saturday ~ Day #145 ~ 6.5

My weekend didn't go exactly as I had planned.

First.

 Hubbs was not to come home and as all wives know, your daily planning is quite different when your playing the role of married-single-parent than when you are including the Hubbs in the mix.

And it is not always easier to have him there as you might think it would be.

As always this is my "world is mostly rosey" place so I don't talk much about the struggle for understanding from my Hubbs in regard to my distance running.  This struggle has become harder since Hubbs has been sidelined himself due to injury and surgery.

So my plan to have a sitter stay with the kids while I went and ran the marathon went by the wayside.

I had not registered for the race so I don't have a DNS on my record AND I did tell Hubbs that I was okay with not running when we talked about it last weekend HOWEVER I didn't realize how much I wanted to see how I could do on a street distance race while streaking

until

we went to visit an extended family member in the hospital and

we were one block away from the finish line.

Can I be suckered into another house cat??

I guess there is no crying over spilled milk or races not run.

Since I spent $$$ on the extra March Ultra ~ and still haven't told Hubbs yet ~ I am a little glad I didn't register for the race.

PLUS

Hubbs and I will be racing this weekend!

The local Fall Foliage Classic.

So I stopped my pity party

which really isn't any fun like a party so why do they call it that?

And got on the treadmill late last night for a few miles of stress reduction.

Sunday ~ Day #147 ~ 5 Treadmill miles

I AM actually happier than I look. 

Brrr! It's cold in here

Day # 145 ~ a.m. run

Will I ever figure out the outfit shot?

So I watch some old tweenie movies.  You don't like it well Bring It On?  heehee

It's whatever gets you through the miles, right?

This week of running I have been pulling back a bit on the mileage.

46 miles as of this morning.  And only ran ONE double day this week. 

But mileage and running on the treadmill is not the excitement.  Running OUTSIDE this morning was and is again tonight! WooHoo.  It was so great after being stuck inside.

Is it just me or does everyone smell FALL in the air?  Yummy.  And by fall I mean warm food, cornstalks, pumpkins, and falling leaves!  I even wore my capris this morning.

This weekend is the first weekend of our local fall foliage festival.  And maybe a race for me.  Since Hubbs aka party pooper backed out , I am torn about running it.  You'll simply have to check back to see if I do or not.

What is on tap for your fall weekend?

Get out here and enjoy it!

Edited to add:
I went crazy and registered for another Ultra in March.  I already do the Seneca Greenway 50k on March 5th but today I went crazy and registered for the HAT Endurance 50k on March 19th.
Don't tell Hubbs!
Maybe someone wants to join the insanity??

Thought Full Thursday ~ What's on the inside?

Like many of you, we have had a few storms lately.

The previous storm toppled a huge tree where I work.

It was a big surprise!

That tree was full of thick branches loaded with green leaves.

It's outward appearance gave no indication of what it was hiding within.

People are sometime like that too.

We put on a veneer of maybe what we think we are, or what we'd like to be and we present that as who we are.

My children in their often brutal honesty remind me that I am no stranger to attempting to portray what I want to be more than what I am.

Me to a friend in a lengthy conversation about kids and standards:  "Oh, people who lie just drive me crazy!  Why is it so hard for people to allow others to see them make a mistake or something.  Why lie about it?  I just tell the truth and if they don't like it...  Why can't we just be honest with eachother...."

Later....

S'ghetti girl:  "Mom.  Why did you say you don't lie?"

Me:  "What do you mean?"

S'ghetti girl:  "When you were talking with (friend)?

Me:  "Well, I don't think it was your conversation but I didn't say I don't lie.  I probably said I try not to lie."

S'ghetti girl:  "Nope.  You said you don't.  And you do."

Me:  "How do I lie?"

S'ghetti girl:  "Like when you tell (LBM) that the remote disappeared because you don't want him to have it. Or when you..."

Me:  "Ok.  Ok.  You're right.  But I meant to tell (friend) that I TRY not to lie."

Day# 144

That conversation just got me thinking about what else I might think I say or do and fall short or misrepresent.  Here in bloggy world you have only my words to come to know me.

Of course we all attempt to relay the best possible version of ourselves.

I wonder sometimes, how much we'd all like each other if for one day we were all as honest as children?

Do your children ever help you notice short comings in your own personal journey?

Tell me about it.

Proverbs 12:17A truthful witness gives honest testimony, but a false witness tells lies.