Running and Laundry

...do not go hand in hand, alas, both are necessary (it's another one of those vicious cycles of life). This morning I was jolted from slumber by my doting husband throwing laundry on the bed. Mind you, he's a man, and not very observant to where my legs may have been, but really? I guess he had decided it was time for me to be all better so he could make it to his early meeting. Aw, all is back to normal in the Sutter household.

So there lay a pile of clothes to be hung up, and two more loads to fold and put away. Some of which, of course (the 18 months-24 months) need to be taken out of the drawers, put into the attic, and the new clothes need to be hung or put away. Yes, I guess that means I am healthy again.

Yet my diet of soda crackers and ginger ale beg to differ. I digress.

Source

 All's fair, Ben ... all's fair ...

 

Anyway- You like how somewhere in the midst of my complaining laundry folding was able to play with the blog a bit, dontcha? What do you think?

Down and Out

Literally.

I should be the spokesperson for Cold Eeze. Seriously, people, it's the cure-all. Thanks little buddy for getting out of bed to take a picture for my blog. Again.

This runner knows her body has limits, yet it's so easy to forget I'm not "just like everyone else." This body requires a little more upkeep and a heck of a lot more rest after a long run. Le sigh. I'm currently courting a 103.8 fever. I had to cancel on my running date AND my dinner date. Any SAHM knows that it's torture to miss a night out with the girls. 

Come hell in high water, though, tomorrow I'll be up and about.

OK, peace out.

Cross Training Pain in the Butt

No. Wait. I mean tear in the butt. Oh yes, that's right. Last night at the gym whilst riding the Arc Trainer and enjoying life I felt a cool breeze. My too-new-to-rip Old Navy capri's lost a seem in my dairy air. Don't worry, I still slithered over to the weight room to finish off the upper body portion of weights. I did, however skip the stair master, mostly because I believe in promoting the health, not illness, of others.

Yesterday we drove down to my in-law's home to help pack it up. Dagny found this little gem:

She left it on in 75 degree weather. Le. Sigh.

This afternoon I jogged 4 miles. The pads of my feet are feeling a little tender,  must be that point in training where I buy stock in mole skin .... Exciting.

Date with Ben

Yesterday was our "date night." We don't always make it out for our dates, but we do treat the evening as though it is special. As you know, our favorite thing is bringing sushi home and just enjoying each others company. Last night I had a lot of exciting things to share with Ben, and he bought me peanut butter M&Ms to celebrate. I'm proud to say I did not polish off the whole bag -- see, growth!

Yes, that's a lot of sushi for two people. Yes, they gave us four sets of chop sticks, again. By the way, not a fan of the lime water, but the lemon grass is perfect with sushi. 

Off on a mini road trip. Have a wonderful day!

15 Miles

This morning afternoon I trotted out 15 miles. I'm a little behind my training program, but then again, I've had a new engagement come up where I just don't have time allotted that day to do a full marathon, so I'm sizing it down to a half. Instead I'll be running an Ovarian Cancer marathon in Fall (a better time for me to spend 5 hours outside with the melanoma and all...)

A new thing hit me today, though. My usual internal battle with my mind that I can't do it, and that I always fail did not rear it's head. Maybe it's the hormones, but another thought was that I finally let out my "big" secret. My deep secret in which none of my family even know. I wish I had the kind of supportive family that helped me, but I just don't.

You see,  (and here goes more therapy) I was raped by a date. I feared blame from many, so I never told anyone. To add insult to this very painful thing, I became pregnant. I went through this entire thing utterly alone. The last few nights as I have been reflecting on my life, and thinking of the things I over-came as a 20 year old, naive girl, I don't believe many things are out of my realm of possibilities now. Perhaps I am the kind of person who needed to face these things to realize I can do hard things. 

I hope someone is out there for me to teach from my experiences. I am not, nor will I ever be the fastest runner, but running liberates my fears. I am strong. We, as people, are made to be strong. Finding our own strength is a very personal journey. Mine has been quite the ride, but it has made me- me. I love other quasi-athletes like myself, and reading their own personal journeys. In the grand scheme of things, life is intended to be happy, and I think I have found my "peace" and my "happy".