Hope y’all had a fabulous Halloween this year…
We kept it low key this year.. heading to the church for Trunk or Treat and then making a loop around the elementary school across the street.
So, my Blogtober Challenge is over… I only missed 2 days. Which, I consider an excellent feat. I thoroughly enjoyed my daily posts and am trying to keep it up… Hopefully you enjoyed reading it. I can’t be so sure. Let me know if you did or did not… Perhaps you don’t enjoy my ramblings.
Also! I’m on the book of faces now.. so you should obviously check out my page.
Anyway.. I’m off to avoid the trap of my children’s candy… it’s calling my name.
We celebrated her party the following Sunday at the gymnastics place.
Splits… Can’t everyone do this?!
Happy Birthday to my sweet and sassy 6 year old!!
My weekend started with an almost 11 mile run. It was 10.84 miles.. It’s bothered me all weekend that I didn’t just take another run around the block. It was only supposed to be 10. Just call me overachiever.
My hip was pretty mad about it, too. But I just told it to shut it and put some ice on it. I’m trying to remember to step up my icing and stretching game.. but I am forgetful if it’s not hurting me at that moment.
We went to Tuscaloosa for Homecoming and finally got to eat at one of my favorites restaurants.. Nick’s in the Sticks. Yep. That’s the name. It’s a hole in the wall and it has about 7 tables, so you need to get there early or be prepared to wait. Luckily, they make these delicious drinks that make you forget your name as well as how long you’ve been waiting to be seated.
We got up around 5:30 to go set up the tailgate spot.. we love the new spot! I helped J set up, and then I went for a recovery run.. It was cold and windy and my hip hurt. I did about 2 miles around campus.
Apparently, I am a terrible judge of what temperatures actually mean… Everyone kept saying mid 50′s. So, I thought a long sleeve shirt with boots, tights, and a skirt would be sufficient warmth. It was not.
I found myself scrambling for another pair of tights and thankful that Ashley had enough sense to bring extra gloves. And also that my husband has a jacket fetish because he brought an extra.
I’ve been saving this skirt for Homecoming. It’s Judith March.
Houndstooth tights are where it’s at!
This is really what I looked like most of the day.
No tailgate is complete without mimosa’s courtesy of Marian.
Even my brother in law stopped by on his golf cart…
Kyle was in rare form… and very happy to have his Snuggie.
And Justin came by! He actually lives in Texas these days, working for those Aggies from Texas A&M. Glad he got to see a Homecoming game!
Hubs and I trying to stay warm during the game. We made the decision to leave at the beginning of the 4th quarter to go back and start packing up the tailgate and I am so glad we did!
Of course J befriended a 9 year old boy with a sweet hat…
Today included Tay’s birthday party… We had an excellent time.
The girls went to my moms church for trunk or treat after, so they went in their Halloween costumes…
Addy is pink Super girl and Claire is Rapunzel.. She was supposed to be Sleeping Beauty, but apparently, that costume was too itchy.
I blame Megan. It’s all her fault for asking me about upcoming Fall races. When I told her I didn’t have any, I could feel her judging me through Twitter. Okay, not really. But, the guilt set in. There was no reason I couldn’t squeeze one more in.. the strength training and cross training that I have been doing has made me a stronger runner and I have been running with strong partners as well.
On a race a couple of weeks ago, Shannon and I were discussing running another half. Magic City (formerly known as Ruben Studdard) fit into both Alabama and Tennessee’s football schedule.
So the training craze has started. My hip flexor is upset about things, and I was worried about essentially doubling my mileage overnight, but my body remembers what to do. I’ve also had a little bit of numbness in the arch of my foot. It’s not all the time, and it doesn’t hurt, just a tad worrisome since I’ve never had a problem with it.
So, I guess I better get started on those long runs…
I got asked the other day if I would share what motivates me to run. I thought long and hard about it before answering. You see when I first started running, I was motivated to cross something off my bucket list. To be able to said I did something. I used it as a way to lose weight. I signed up for my first half marathon a month after I did my first 5K. I thought Disney Princess sounded like a blast. I didn’t fully understand what I was going to put my body through. So, I didn’t train properly. When it was all said and done, I had put my body through the worst kind of hell that it wasn’t prepared for. I’m talking.. couldn’t walk normally for a week!
I forced myself to train for it two years in a row. Hating most every minute. You see, I was doing it for the wrong reasons. To lose weight or to prove to others that I was a runner.
I ended up signing up for Savannah last year with some friends, and trained with Kelsie and had that small group of support. I started to love every minute of it. Somewhere along the way, I stopped running for others and started doing it for myself. I found that I was less stressed, a better mom, and a better wife when I ran. I stopped feeling guilty for running.
It’s become a part of our lifestyle as a family.
I have run 4 half marathons in the past year. It’s insane to think about.
Do I have days where I don’t want to run? Sure. I do it anyway. That’s one of those things that changed. I used to find excuses to not run. Now, I just try to run faster and get it over with on those days that I am not feeling it.
I quit trying to explain why I do these crazy things to most people. They don’t understand why I would want to do that.
It takes a lot of dedication and determination to be an endurance athlete. You have to be willing to give up on sleep, dinners out, or just laying on the couch.
It’s easy to get caught up in the hype of running.. PR’s and distance goals. But I try not to get sucked into that. I try to have fun with it so I will continue to enjoy it. I love planning a new race outfit, or finding new music to run to.
Sometimes I want to be alone when I run, other times I want to be with a group.
One of the things I’ve learned is how important it is to not compare yourself with others. I run my pace. I run to beat my previous best time. Sure I could run as fast or as far as XYZ, but I’m not willing to sacrifice that much of my sleep or time with my family. I do what works for me.
I have no desire at this point to run a full marathon. I would much rather do a half ironman instead. I am far too ADD to handle only running for over 4 or 5 hours.
Running has given me so much. More confidence. A different outlook on life. It tapped into a part of my brain that I didn’t know existed.
I guess the point is, my motivation for starting to run and why I continue to do it are totally different. I continue to run, because it is a part of me.
What motivates you?
Today is my last day… So I thought I would celebrate with a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks and my polka dot pants.
Pants are from Target, shirt from H&M and my shoes from Old Navy.
John took me out to a celebratory lunch at Logan’s today, and I ordered a salad without the blue cheese. I started eating it, and noticed blue cheese all over the bottom of my salad. Eeww. So I sent it back. It took so long, I had to get it to go and eat it at work. I got it back to the office and it didn’t have chicken and had the equivalent of half a slice of bacon and half a hard boiled egg. If I would have known that, I would have stolen all those goodies from the salad I left on the table.
Happy Thursday, y’all!
A couple of weeks ago, J surprised me with a new Garmin. Mine died this summer… I think we can blame it on this race and say the cause of death was Powerade. It tried to hang on, but was never really the same.
I mean, plus it comes in pink. So you know I had to have it. My only complaints are that it takes a lot longer to find satellites for the GPS and I can’t get it to sync to Daily Mile. It syncs to Garmin Connect with no problems. So, if anyone knows whats up.. help a sister out!
Here is a video link to tell you more about the watch.. it has a run/walk feature that is pretty nifty, and everything is hard buttons.
I also purchased a new Moving Comfort sports bra last week. I am in love with these things. While they are a tad pricey (around $50), they are worth it. First off, you aren’t supposed to wash them after every wear. They are made to withstand a couple of wears before washing. You will need to be replace them after about 50 washes. They have adjustable straps and an adjustable clasp in the back… yes, please!
Plus.. doesn’t the back just look super awesome?!
What new gear can’t you live without?! Tell me!
It’s no secret that I am not afraid to change a hair style.
My philosophy is: “It’s hair. It’ll grow back.”
I thought I’d take you down the memory lane that is my hair…
I didn’t even start in high school.. because, well. That was before digital cameras existed. Okay. Maybe not existed, but they definitely weren’t popular.
My Freshmen year of college. J hates my curly hair.
My hair changed between these two pictures a lot.. I actually went RED RED with my hair, but couldn’t find those pics.
I am pregnant with Claire in this picture..
Who didn’t copy Victoria Beckham’s Posh hair cut?! I surely wasn’t immune to it.
And then.. I went BLONDE. I look back on these pictures and do not recognize this person and it makes me feel awkward inside.
Oh? Jeals of the first time I met this awesome lady?! Pink sparkle heart you, Molly!
Here is present day hair.. well. As present day as we are going to get. I do my hair with a little more curl with the flat iron most days.
I debated on whether or not to write this post for a while, and then I decided against it. Not because I didn’t want to share this story, but because I was trying to learn from my mistakes.
I have since changed my tune. I feel like it’s something that needs to be brought to the attention of the Internet.
During the summer, I was asked to leave my job because of something that I wrote on my blog. I took my anger and vented about coworkers and customers in a humorous fashion and I guess there were people who didn’t think it to be funny. The blog was something I never talked about at work. I never said where I worked on the blog. Someone found my blog by doing some intense stalking of me.
I’m not going to lie, it hurt. Something that I loved to do so much, had cost me my job. Apparently, freedom of speech doesn’t apply anymore. I thought it was ridiculous that they used that against me. I went into a little bit of a depression over it. I had to pick myself up and move on though. I had to find another job.
I started my new job the first week of September. I didn’t hate it, nor did I love it. About 2 weeks ago, I got a call from one of the boutique owners here in town, and they wanted to talk to me about a job interview for a shoe store they had just bought. I talked to J about it, and we both agreed that it was a better fit for us as a family and we knew I would be a lot happier there. Now.. he’s started calling me a gypsy. Comedy, I tell ya.
I finish my two week notice on Thursday and start my new job on Monday. We are pushing to get ready to move into a new space, so it’s going to be a lot of work but I am ready!! It’s a perfect fit me, y’all. The use of social media, photography, organizing.. and HELLO?! SHOES!!
Anyway, back to my original point to this post. You may not be some anonymous on the Internet. And whatever you say, can and will be used against you. It’s all about your digital foot print.. You put it out there, you better be willing to let it cost you something important in your life.
Have you ever put something out on the Internet that you wish you could take back?