Well...on the broken body front.....
I have beeen referred to a WONDERFUL DOCTOR who handles CP and MS and other nuero problems on a regular basis. She gave me some very helpful information. I have hurt my affected leg. Due to that my CP has gone into "Overdrive" causing my leg to spasm, contract, and give me my fabulous limp drag that so resembles Quasi moto in Hunchback from Notre Dame. She assures me that injuries in people with CP exacerbate CP symptoms and she has me on NO ACTIVITY for a couple more weeks. She believes if I TOTALLY REDUCE MY ACTIVITY my leg should heal. And I cried as she told me NO MORE hard repetitive weight bearing activity. Never? No more running EVER? Not unless I want furthur injury, arthritis, Degenerative joint disease. She does not recommend it. So I cried.
Then she had me crying all over again as she told me my CTS in my left hand and arm is most likely Work related and needed to be dealt with through those channels.
She reminded me that typing jobs were not beneficial to my disability. Sigh.
"Ruth guess What you are disabled." I told her "I don't like to think of myself that way." She said why must you put such a negative connotation with it. It just is.
Then she gave me modified work duties, which I will not describe, but I cried again. Lets just say I am sucking through my time.
Patience.
More appointments tomorrow.
Did I mention I am not so good with change? Guess I should not have kept asking God for patience.
Gotta stop typing now.
More later.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
cry baby WAH, WAH, WAH
So I have gotten myself into it this time. Like the good little overachiever I am I kept trying to run and then walk on a hurt right leg. Its a pulled muscle, get through it. Its shin splints get through it. And then, well, then my leg started giving out on me. Just weakness set in and lo and behold the leg crumbles, which causes a great limp drag effect , that help me feel very Hunch back From Notre Dame'ish, but has reduced my running, walking and now any , and I mean any weight bearing to a minimum. Like, I went from run/walking 2-3 miles every other day- to limping at 1/4 mile-once a week. The only thing that has resolved it is - total sedentary activity- also known as "A time " in my home....cuz you get to sit on your "A". I have been forced off work for a week and am awaiting my "rehab dr" to make an appointment. This is good as I also have been suffering with Carpal tunnel in my left hand, and well, its my bread and butter this hand. I kind of like it a lot. I kinda need it for EVERYTHING. And I CANNOT get to the surgery point. It will take 6 weeks to heal. And, well, that will make me a bit crazy.
So understandably feeling benched, and for the first time in my ADULT life ACTUALLY RESENTFUL of my broken body. Feeling real sensitive too as my "Quasi status" has made me limp more in public and YA people stare at girls who limp. Wish I could say it was my cute face. But its not. By the way, staring is rude. I no likey people who stare. They are usually the pitiers. ug .
Now dont forget, I was liking my running. It was empowering me. When i was feeling all emotionally yuck I could have a little cry during my run and things seemed fresh. Like a good rain cleanse. Not to mention, with my broken CP body, I felt in control. Well. FELT is the key word. Not sure they will "recommend this excercise for me. Prolly get the Pansy why dont you swim response. UG. I am currently hating that idea. By the way. As an extra rant. People with CP are HYPER SENSITIVE. I mean physically. Random stuff makes our muscles contract and spasm(yes that has increased with me.) And guess what, I am not a bit fan of super hot and super cold. And because I was in a mood, I saw someone putting ICE on a small child with CP recently. I wanted to scream. Now the adult thought the child liked it.Perhaps he did. But I wonder. I know i would hate that. He offered me the ice. I politely declined. The Child was not mine. Or I would have gone all mama bear on him. I know how cranky I have been lately, so I just let it go. But it has been bugging me for a whole day. And my adult brain tells me to stay out of peoples business. But well, being all spasmy and contracturey- I could barely watch the little activity. Maybe I need my run therapy. Oh ya, I DO.
I have cried a lot today. My child is off with ONE her favorite aunts for the first time sleep over. It is GREAT STRUGGLE NOT to get in the car and grab her and race her home...into the safety of my capture sack. Shes fine. I AM A MESS.
TODAY we stayed home waiting for my brother to come get his stuff ...he finally moved out. HES THRILLED soooooo HAPPY. And we are happy for him. But today there have been just too many changes to my nice little routine. And I wanted to cry baby a bit.
Now for my blessings, cuz I have quite a few.
1. Frank's testimony is growing leaps and bounds. He is amazing me not just with his love for the scripture but how easily he is applying them to his and my life . This is HUGE.and he is GREAT BLESSING
2.Its a SMALL THING but I have been praying for my little decrepit zucchini to grow and I got a real zucchini today!
3. my little E is a happy healthy little girl on DAY 5 of complete potty training ! Thanks to a little hamster named skittles. Story another time.
4. 2nd to my brother leaving the nest- I get a real live craft room. I have been checking out paint and ideas online.
5. I have a great support system of friends and family who listen to me crybaby a bit and a few who know when to figuratively smack me out of it!
this is me. Hoping for some help from above to ACCEPT WHAT I CANNOT CHANGE!
sincerely quasi
So understandably feeling benched, and for the first time in my ADULT life ACTUALLY RESENTFUL of my broken body. Feeling real sensitive too as my "Quasi status" has made me limp more in public and YA people stare at girls who limp. Wish I could say it was my cute face. But its not. By the way, staring is rude. I no likey people who stare. They are usually the pitiers. ug .
Now dont forget, I was liking my running. It was empowering me. When i was feeling all emotionally yuck I could have a little cry during my run and things seemed fresh. Like a good rain cleanse. Not to mention, with my broken CP body, I felt in control. Well. FELT is the key word. Not sure they will "recommend this excercise for me. Prolly get the Pansy why dont you swim response. UG. I am currently hating that idea. By the way. As an extra rant. People with CP are HYPER SENSITIVE. I mean physically. Random stuff makes our muscles contract and spasm(yes that has increased with me.) And guess what, I am not a bit fan of super hot and super cold. And because I was in a mood, I saw someone putting ICE on a small child with CP recently. I wanted to scream. Now the adult thought the child liked it.Perhaps he did. But I wonder. I know i would hate that. He offered me the ice. I politely declined. The Child was not mine. Or I would have gone all mama bear on him. I know how cranky I have been lately, so I just let it go. But it has been bugging me for a whole day. And my adult brain tells me to stay out of peoples business. But well, being all spasmy and contracturey- I could barely watch the little activity. Maybe I need my run therapy. Oh ya, I DO.
I have cried a lot today. My child is off with ONE her favorite aunts for the first time sleep over. It is GREAT STRUGGLE NOT to get in the car and grab her and race her home...into the safety of my capture sack. Shes fine. I AM A MESS.
TODAY we stayed home waiting for my brother to come get his stuff ...he finally moved out. HES THRILLED soooooo HAPPY. And we are happy for him. But today there have been just too many changes to my nice little routine. And I wanted to cry baby a bit.
Now for my blessings, cuz I have quite a few.
1. Frank's testimony is growing leaps and bounds. He is amazing me not just with his love for the scripture but how easily he is applying them to his and my life . This is HUGE.and he is GREAT BLESSING
2.Its a SMALL THING but I have been praying for my little decrepit zucchini to grow and I got a real zucchini today!
3. my little E is a happy healthy little girl on DAY 5 of complete potty training ! Thanks to a little hamster named skittles. Story another time.
4. 2nd to my brother leaving the nest- I get a real live craft room. I have been checking out paint and ideas online.
5. I have a great support system of friends and family who listen to me crybaby a bit and a few who know when to figuratively smack me out of it!
this is me. Hoping for some help from above to ACCEPT WHAT I CANNOT CHANGE!
sincerely quasi
Thursday, June 16, 2011
8 YRS AND STILL MADLY DEEPLY IN LOVE
MARRIAGE....This is our story and what I have learned. Everyone has a different idea of what it means to them. I grew up in my dreams. My dreams are what kept me sane. I would make up stories about my future husband and children and fall asleep planning our futuristic vacations and birthday parties.
I believed in the fairy tale version. I believed in love at first sight....
And boy did I get that!
My husband and I will tell you that we met at a LDS Church dance- he totally not active, me not wanting to date the bad boy. But on a date we went. And magic ensued. I can still remember when we were walking into the restaurant, he grabbed my hand and in the heat of the night a quick and cool breeze came over us and it began...it seemed like it was always meant to be this way, and we would never be apart again.
And so , we fell in love. That crazy kind where you just cannot ever imagine yourself with anyone else ever again, no matter what. Its still like that.
We had our road blocks along the way. I was active, he was firmly NOT. But he has supported me while I go off to church and teach Sunday School, Relief Society and Nursery.
We had a good two years where we were ...ahem, gettting to appreciate eachothers ..ahem...faults. It sucked for him that I am a very emotional person to his quite "Vulcan" characteristic. I grew up in a volatile home and struggle with anger, even now, years later. It sucked for me that he never got flustered. It was one of my FAVORITE things about him- he is calm under pressure. Even my raging emotional pressure. He IS perfect for me.
And I realized, along the way, that though there is love at first sight for some of us...the fairy tale often includes cleaning toilets and and sharing your sink space. It means that you have to make compromises and sacrifices and you have to put that person first even when they don't always remember that rule. And mostly it means RESPECT. AND TRUST.
I have always deffered to my husband. In my Church, we teach that a man should lead in the home. It gives order during chaos...and the wife should lead right next to him. I like that my husband is the head and leader.It is in similitude of Christ and his Church....For Christ loved his Church- his children- even somuch as to die for them, and so He asks the men to lift themselves up to that standard.
I like that I picked a man so perfect for me, and that I can trust him to make the right decisions for our family. He hasn't always been considerate of my tenderest feelings. But then, same goes for me. I have forgotten at times that those who don't wear their emotions on their sleeves dont do it because they are cold, but because they are even more sensitive! But if he wants to do something, I trust him.
It has gotten us here. With a beautiful home and gorgeous intelligent daughter and a relationship that in the last many months has been blossoming like our dating days. I feel like I am gushing about this man. I am sure those who know me our sick and tired of Frank did this and Frank did that.....ha. But let me tell you what FRank did. He opened his heart, and asked a question. Began reading the scriptures a little over three months ago. Specifically, the Book Of Mormon. This week he finished the Book of Mormon. And I asked him what he thought of it when he was done and he answer was simple. "I love it." "I know it will continue to help me for the rest of my life" Many would say...Frankie? Going to Church. YES. And happy to do it? YES. and is it blessing our little family and bringing JOY beyond measure. YES. So This week, for my anniversary-my husband gave me something I never thought would happen in this life. Knowledge that HE loves the Church Like I do. And NOW we are spiritually yoked and I feel more than humbled to be his wife. And our family will continue to be blessed and I believe in miracles. If you have never had an opportunity, read the Book of Mormon. Ask yourself, with an open heart is this true? And see if God doesn't perform a miracle in your life.
I believed in the fairy tale version. I believed in love at first sight....
And boy did I get that!
My husband and I will tell you that we met at a LDS Church dance- he totally not active, me not wanting to date the bad boy. But on a date we went. And magic ensued. I can still remember when we were walking into the restaurant, he grabbed my hand and in the heat of the night a quick and cool breeze came over us and it began...it seemed like it was always meant to be this way, and we would never be apart again.
And so , we fell in love. That crazy kind where you just cannot ever imagine yourself with anyone else ever again, no matter what. Its still like that.
We had our road blocks along the way. I was active, he was firmly NOT. But he has supported me while I go off to church and teach Sunday School, Relief Society and Nursery.
We had a good two years where we were ...ahem, gettting to appreciate eachothers ..ahem...faults. It sucked for him that I am a very emotional person to his quite "Vulcan" characteristic. I grew up in a volatile home and struggle with anger, even now, years later. It sucked for me that he never got flustered. It was one of my FAVORITE things about him- he is calm under pressure. Even my raging emotional pressure. He IS perfect for me.
And I realized, along the way, that though there is love at first sight for some of us...the fairy tale often includes cleaning toilets and and sharing your sink space. It means that you have to make compromises and sacrifices and you have to put that person first even when they don't always remember that rule. And mostly it means RESPECT. AND TRUST.
I have always deffered to my husband. In my Church, we teach that a man should lead in the home. It gives order during chaos...and the wife should lead right next to him. I like that my husband is the head and leader.It is in similitude of Christ and his Church....For Christ loved his Church- his children- even somuch as to die for them, and so He asks the men to lift themselves up to that standard.
I like that I picked a man so perfect for me, and that I can trust him to make the right decisions for our family. He hasn't always been considerate of my tenderest feelings. But then, same goes for me. I have forgotten at times that those who don't wear their emotions on their sleeves dont do it because they are cold, but because they are even more sensitive! But if he wants to do something, I trust him.
It has gotten us here. With a beautiful home and gorgeous intelligent daughter and a relationship that in the last many months has been blossoming like our dating days. I feel like I am gushing about this man. I am sure those who know me our sick and tired of Frank did this and Frank did that.....ha. But let me tell you what FRank did. He opened his heart, and asked a question. Began reading the scriptures a little over three months ago. Specifically, the Book Of Mormon. This week he finished the Book of Mormon. And I asked him what he thought of it when he was done and he answer was simple. "I love it." "I know it will continue to help me for the rest of my life" Many would say...Frankie? Going to Church. YES. And happy to do it? YES. and is it blessing our little family and bringing JOY beyond measure. YES. So This week, for my anniversary-my husband gave me something I never thought would happen in this life. Knowledge that HE loves the Church Like I do. And NOW we are spiritually yoked and I feel more than humbled to be his wife. And our family will continue to be blessed and I believe in miracles. If you have never had an opportunity, read the Book of Mormon. Ask yourself, with an open heart is this true? And see if God doesn't perform a miracle in your life.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
THAT STILL SMALL VOICE.
Tonight I went for my run with Eva. It was sunny and cool and 7 pm. When we got out, there was a man that also got out of his car with his preteen son and went ahead on the trail. There were many on the trail tonight and I was pumped just to be back on familiar ground. I thought nothing of it. Except a little voice said, " Watch him."
Well I didn't see him again until the fork in the path . He wasn't exercising , he was pacing. With his cell phone. Boy was gone. And the little voice said Get away. Well, I WAS running and almost at the 1 mile point.....only 2 more miles to go.. I started pushing myself and pulled a muscle in my right calf...and that voice then said Stop. Go to the playground. Now mind you, my inner lazy girl is usually begging for me to stop and whining but not today. I quieted her down with my Ipod music. Still heard it AGAIN-LEAVE. JUST LEAVE.
So I turned around. I just left. And that man had been following me.....he turned around when he saw me and pretended to talk on the phone. Eva and I went to the playground. And that is where his child was. I let Eva play and then we left. I was totally worried the whole time. I left when others were leaving. That man was just leaving as I got to my car.
I am still a little freaked. And grateful . Grateful for that Still Small Voice- The Holy Ghost- that prompted me to safety.
Well I didn't see him again until the fork in the path . He wasn't exercising , he was pacing. With his cell phone. Boy was gone. And the little voice said Get away. Well, I WAS running and almost at the 1 mile point.....only 2 more miles to go.. I started pushing myself and pulled a muscle in my right calf...and that voice then said Stop. Go to the playground. Now mind you, my inner lazy girl is usually begging for me to stop and whining but not today. I quieted her down with my Ipod music. Still heard it AGAIN-LEAVE. JUST LEAVE.
So I turned around. I just left. And that man had been following me.....he turned around when he saw me and pretended to talk on the phone. Eva and I went to the playground. And that is where his child was. I let Eva play and then we left. I was totally worried the whole time. I left when others were leaving. That man was just leaving as I got to my car.
I am still a little freaked. And grateful . Grateful for that Still Small Voice- The Holy Ghost- that prompted me to safety.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
sleep is overated
Monday experiment went well...Eva did not seem stressed all day. She just seemed exhausted. Laid around saying she was tired. This is from thr 3 yr old who runs for a 1/2 mile laughing....I was sure she would take a nap. NOPE! She was what we call CRISPY all day tired and wwhiny (definition of crispy: So fried from the day...you are "crispy")
She passed out FINALLY at 9:30. But woke up this morning WIDE EYED AND BUSHY TAILED 5:30 am.
Poor Frankie. I had to go to work. He had to work with a bouncy toddler through the morning hours-not his favorite time of the day... Then my dear sweet, precious baby girl takes a 5 hr nap this afternoon. I got to take a nap too! and then I caught up on a little blog reading and goofing off, and added a blinkie or 2....aren't they cute?
Luckily, Eva only sleeps like that in the afternoon once a month. Hopefully this was June's. It means I get to be up SUPER LATE. Bummer.
I am jealous of parents who put their precious children down at 7 pm and they sleep 12 hrs straight. Even 8 pm....lucky dogs.
I work at 6 am- so super late makes me cranky and want to be a slug. And because Eva did her long nap, we have to visit Grandma tonight and I am missing my very important run. I have to do 9 miles by Saturday I also wanted to do a 5k by myself on Saturday before Nellie and I return to our routine and she devises even more "Death to Ruth" workout plans. hahaha I love it! Who am I kidding?
She passed out FINALLY at 9:30. But woke up this morning WIDE EYED AND BUSHY TAILED 5:30 am.
Poor Frankie. I had to go to work. He had to work with a bouncy toddler through the morning hours-not his favorite time of the day... Then my dear sweet, precious baby girl takes a 5 hr nap this afternoon. I got to take a nap too! and then I caught up on a little blog reading and goofing off, and added a blinkie or 2....aren't they cute?
Luckily, Eva only sleeps like that in the afternoon once a month. Hopefully this was June's. It means I get to be up SUPER LATE. Bummer.
I am jealous of parents who put their precious children down at 7 pm and they sleep 12 hrs straight. Even 8 pm....lucky dogs.
I work at 6 am- so super late makes me cranky and want to be a slug. And because Eva did her long nap, we have to visit Grandma tonight and I am missing my very important run. I have to do 9 miles by Saturday I also wanted to do a 5k by myself on Saturday before Nellie and I return to our routine and she devises even more "Death to Ruth" workout plans. hahaha I love it! Who am I kidding?
Monday, May 30, 2011
Must be Monday...
Around the Munger home, Mondays can be slightly hectic. I have to go back to work. Dear Husband has to go back to work, and Eva is well...needy. She whines more. She wants to be held more. She feels the disturbance in the force. The Family Force. She has always been this way on Mondays. Her sleep is always off, she usually gets up before 6 am, has late naps and goes to bed late. Since I started running, there is the added routine on Monday. It seems to have helped her. She is more relaxed and tends to not be as needy. And I have figured it out. Today, we couldnt go running. I have the week off but ironically , my jeep's brakes went out and we needed to get them fixed. Her routine was off. Right? WRONG. Its me. Its my stress that she is feeding off of. Its my worry. I was very stressed while waiting for the final $$ estimate. Then wondering if it would get done in time. Waiting anxiously at home by the stupid phone. When we finally picked up the jeep at 4 pm- that is when our day started getting BETTER. My sweet baby said " its a great day huh, momma?" " Yes baby it is a great day. " I did not get a chance to go running. Instead I colored and cut bricks and sticks, and hay for a ship that my daughter wants to build to get away fromn the wolfie. We made raccoon and duckie paper puppets- oh so fun! And of course, ate yummy food! Four hours later at an UNPRECEDENTED TIME... she was winding down from her bath and bedtime routine...She fell asleep at 9. Shes my little precious, and I forget so much because she can communicate so well. I forget what a little conduit she still is to her mother. She feels my stress and worry as much as I do. And I have always hated Mondays because I have to leave her. But all she feels is the stress. She doesn't understand the why....I am blogging this because I think its a real breakthrough to our children's behaviors. Can we step outside of the "trouble" and check on our own mood and temperment of the moment. Perhaps, just perhaps we are the cause...The funny thing about the running is that it has released me from the work stress VERY QUICKLY after work...which is of course why my little E has been better when I run. I am EMOTIONALLY BETTER. Geez, Nellie is gonna have a hay day with this one!
On another note, we Type A personalities always strive to do more with our days than can really be done, then FEEL BADLY when its not accomplished. BALANCE is my mantra word for the year...not for my running mind you- thats usually - Go, or breathe, or just push....lol...still working on a really cool word that can make me go faster....lol but I am a rudimentary runner. Like if anyone asked me what I think about when I am at the breaking point of the run and just want to quit and get a ice cream cone, I am counting. Simple counts, 1...2... then to 20 then to 40 then to 60 then back to the beginning. All these gazelle runners with their long lean legs all primed for leaping ...they probably have some cool word like warrior princess HA! .....HEHEHEHEH ok I am gonna stop the ramble train right there. Can you tell I missed running today? Have a week off from my paying job. So happy about that. Missed blogging these last few weeks. Really really exited its June in one day. I love June! Its not blazing hot, my veggies are starting to blossom- which meand I should have some zuccinis any DAY NOW ( they magically grow overnight you know) and some tomatoes too- though my poor maters have some little buggies on em....gonna have to go google that!
Happy monday ya'll!
On another note, we Type A personalities always strive to do more with our days than can really be done, then FEEL BADLY when its not accomplished. BALANCE is my mantra word for the year...not for my running mind you- thats usually - Go, or breathe, or just push....lol...still working on a really cool word that can make me go faster....lol but I am a rudimentary runner. Like if anyone asked me what I think about when I am at the breaking point of the run and just want to quit and get a ice cream cone, I am counting. Simple counts, 1...2... then to 20 then to 40 then to 60 then back to the beginning. All these gazelle runners with their long lean legs all primed for leaping ...they probably have some cool word like warrior princess HA! .....HEHEHEHEH ok I am gonna stop the ramble train right there. Can you tell I missed running today? Have a week off from my paying job. So happy about that. Missed blogging these last few weeks. Really really exited its June in one day. I love June! Its not blazing hot, my veggies are starting to blossom- which meand I should have some zuccinis any DAY NOW ( they magically grow overnight you know) and some tomatoes too- though my poor maters have some little buggies on em....gonna have to go google that!
Happy monday ya'll!
Friday, May 13, 2011
RUNNING...AHEM..sort of!
This is my story. I have ALWAYS wanted to run a 5 k....since Utah, when I would run 1 mile and be so proud and when I had to walk to work every day2.5 miles each way ...I realized my favorite form of exercise is done OUTSIDE. I will always always remember the grape vines draping one house's fence that changed through the seasons. I was so in touch with so much spiritually when I lived in Utah, and part of that I really do attribute to my "enforced" walking to work. That aside I never could really RUN past 1 mile. My asthma and my right leg never made it easy. And I stopped trying.
And when I moved to California- I didn't need to walk to work, I had a car, I slipped into exercise videos and 5 yrs ago- when my mom died...I stopped even that. Life gets busy.
But I still wanted to do the 5 k. This year is a big year for me. I AM 40. Its been 5 yrs since mom passed, and I REALLY WANT TO GET INTO SHAPE. So in April I picked a 5 k a month out - The Susan G.Komen on May 7th, 2011 and did the first step-TOLD EVERYONE . A lot of people said great good job, GO FOR IT! A few even said they would run with me! YAY! One faithful, brave girl decided to TRAIN with me. Actually Nellie isn't just a girl. She's my running angel. The first day I forgot my inhaler. And almost passed out.Literally! Nellie chose a great trail path that is paved and runs around lovely grasses - we even saw a coyote a few days ago!!! I saw those grasses wave and lurch...oh geez am I outta shape I thought! I barely walked a mile. I thought I was crazy. I knew I was crazy. The rest of the day I wheezed like an old cat and coughed up phlem...and remembered my inhaler the next day. Yup . I went again. Additionally, I kept going. I was not fast at first. I walk almost every 1/2 mile - STILL. It is a goal to maintain speed consistently, and get to running the whole way...step by step, I keep running...jogging..pushing. I started counting 1...2...1...2...little Riley- Nellies daughter has been imprinted so much she counts like that when she pushes HER STROLLER .....poor baby...cute though! And we ran. Two days I ran by myself . Once I ran with my husband. And our best timed day was two days before our race....but that really was only part of it. I am here to say that part of the training was getting to finish that 5 k, but part of me began to change...in my head. I crave the run now . I look forward to it. I still do not run perfectly...but oh how I love that feeling of accomplishment I get when its done. So many times I have cried big fat tears on these runs. I have cursed and yelled at Nellie- to her credit she yelled right back..shes actually more like running angel warrior....The big day loomed and everyone dropped their race plans with me except Nellie. Our babies stay home with their daddies so we could be warrior women.
THOUSANDS were scheduled to appear . We decided to be true go getter types and got up SUPER EARLY to get there before 6:15 . We beat the crowds . And stood around and waited. and watched There was the zaniness of the breast cancer awareness groups and then there was - all the professional runners in their cute little outfits and tight little bodies and precious little mercury speedy type shoes....doing crazy mantra type poses that I couldn't even do for seconds- much less for long MINUTES. I admit I was envious of their skill...I would love to be somewhat like that someday. We got asked if we were doing the walk. Nope we are here to run...we may not be like the "gazelles" (pro runners) but we were going to be part of the timed RACE. So Nellie said we are stay alivers..I like it. We are. We stay alive. We keep moving . We show up each run day and suck in some air and sweat and get all red faced and we ROCK THAT RED FACE! Something about Miss Nellie. We have been in the same Church congregation for 4 years and I have just gotten to know her through running...and it should have been sooner...she is awesome. We have many similarities and maybe because she is so very nice, we get along.We all know I can be a bit too much at times ;) And and added bonus our two gorgeous daughters play very nicely together! here are the pics of the race!
nellie and i are so cute pre race- all naive! look at our happy smiles!
nellies grandma
yup thats some of the 22,000!!!(we are in the front!)
we so did it!
oh, and my time...42.05- not bad for a cerebral palsic, asthmatic lazy white girl who started running april 11!!!!Oh and I hurt my right calf muscle and ran with a shin splint ...that kind of sucked ! (and under my goal by 3 minutes~!) The runners were nice and I WILL BE DOING IT AGAIN...MY NEW GOAL- 35 MINUTES OR LESS
And when I moved to California- I didn't need to walk to work, I had a car, I slipped into exercise videos and 5 yrs ago- when my mom died...I stopped even that. Life gets busy.
But I still wanted to do the 5 k. This year is a big year for me. I AM 40. Its been 5 yrs since mom passed, and I REALLY WANT TO GET INTO SHAPE. So in April I picked a 5 k a month out - The Susan G.Komen on May 7th, 2011 and did the first step-TOLD EVERYONE . A lot of people said great good job, GO FOR IT! A few even said they would run with me! YAY! One faithful, brave girl decided to TRAIN with me. Actually Nellie isn't just a girl. She's my running angel. The first day I forgot my inhaler. And almost passed out.Literally! Nellie chose a great trail path that is paved and runs around lovely grasses - we even saw a coyote a few days ago!!! I saw those grasses wave and lurch...oh geez am I outta shape I thought! I barely walked a mile. I thought I was crazy. I knew I was crazy. The rest of the day I wheezed like an old cat and coughed up phlem...and remembered my inhaler the next day. Yup . I went again. Additionally, I kept going. I was not fast at first. I walk almost every 1/2 mile - STILL. It is a goal to maintain speed consistently, and get to running the whole way...step by step, I keep running...jogging..pushing. I started counting 1...2...1...2...little Riley- Nellies daughter has been imprinted so much she counts like that when she pushes HER STROLLER .....poor baby...cute though! And we ran. Two days I ran by myself . Once I ran with my husband. And our best timed day was two days before our race....but that really was only part of it. I am here to say that part of the training was getting to finish that 5 k, but part of me began to change...in my head. I crave the run now . I look forward to it. I still do not run perfectly...but oh how I love that feeling of accomplishment I get when its done. So many times I have cried big fat tears on these runs. I have cursed and yelled at Nellie- to her credit she yelled right back..shes actually more like running angel warrior....The big day loomed and everyone dropped their race plans with me except Nellie. Our babies stay home with their daddies so we could be warrior women.
THOUSANDS were scheduled to appear . We decided to be true go getter types and got up SUPER EARLY to get there before 6:15 . We beat the crowds . And stood around and waited. and watched There was the zaniness of the breast cancer awareness groups and then there was - all the professional runners in their cute little outfits and tight little bodies and precious little mercury speedy type shoes....doing crazy mantra type poses that I couldn't even do for seconds- much less for long MINUTES. I admit I was envious of their skill...I would love to be somewhat like that someday. We got asked if we were doing the walk. Nope we are here to run...we may not be like the "gazelles" (pro runners) but we were going to be part of the timed RACE. So Nellie said we are stay alivers..I like it. We are. We stay alive. We keep moving . We show up each run day and suck in some air and sweat and get all red faced and we ROCK THAT RED FACE! Something about Miss Nellie. We have been in the same Church congregation for 4 years and I have just gotten to know her through running...and it should have been sooner...she is awesome. We have many similarities and maybe because she is so very nice, we get along.We all know I can be a bit too much at times ;) And and added bonus our two gorgeous daughters play very nicely together! here are the pics of the race!
nellie and i are so cute pre race- all naive! look at our happy smiles! 
nellies grandma
yup thats some of the 22,000!!!(we are in the front!)
we so did it!
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