I am a horrible runner. Therefore, I don’t know what possessed me in signing up for the Army Ten-Miler Marathon that is coming up in October. Maybe it was peer pressure, or after the Reston Tour de Cure, I really thought that if I could do 100 miles on a bike, I could run ten miles. It doesn’t matter how I got myself into this situation, I am in it.
I have been trying to train for months for this ten miler, and I keep getting stuck at three miles. I know it’s a mental block, but I have no idea how to let it go. Running is a sport that is not just strenuous, it is also mental. I know that if I break out of this “I can’t run anymore” mentality, I will be able to do the race.
I am part of this running group, and they all seem great, so I am excited to train with them. My friend sent me her old training schedule to see if it will help me reach ten miles before the race, so I have been looking at that. I know that I have to run three miles this weekend in order to be on the right track. I am meeting two of the strongest runners in the group to see if they will push me to keep going.
If anyone has any tips, advice, or articles that you want to share, please, PLEASE post them.
This weekend I did a lot of soul searching.I realized that one of the reasons I am not happy is that I either live in the past or the future.It’s never in the present.What made me think about this was after I watched “Kung Fu Panda” with the kiddies.The wise Oogway says,
“You are too concerned with what was and with what will be. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.”
Funny how a cartoon shows such wisdom that is lacking within oneself.The past is long and gone.Unless someone creates a time machine for consumers, I will never be able to redo any of my past actions, or be able to avoid situations that had caused me so much misery.
The future hasn’t happened.I can create goals to reach those future dreams, but I can’t keep focusing on what is yet to come.It’s like the ancient Egyptians when they were living just to prepare for their deaths.Were they have ever able to be happy?This is what I finally realized, neither will I.
I want to live every day like it’s my last.I want to do every thing that I have always wanted to do NOW because when the day comes that I have to leave this world, I will with a smile on my face.
The kids’ sport season is almost over, and in a way, I’m happy. It has been constant running around here or there, and I can finally relax, even if it’s only for two months. I’m sitting here watching “The Curse of the Living Corpse,” and I don’t want to do anything but do nothing at home. I’ve been suffering from horrible insomnia. Yesterday I woke up at 4:30 in the morning, and I still wasn’t able to fall asleep at 4:00 a.m. today. Grover had to give me sleeping pills, so I could at least sleep. I didn’t wake up til 2:15 p.m., and that was forcing myself to wake up. I’m exhausted so no going anywhere.
Halloween night was fun. The kids got tons of candy in my aunt’s neighborhood. It’s like they are still stuck in the 80’s, so the majority of the people still give out candy, and there are tons of kids. They went home with their father, and I went to Grover’s. We played Scrabble cause he says he is the Scrabble King. Last weekend, he beat me. I beat him during the week, and I beat him again. He felt pretty silly. I think it was that he challenged my word “hived,” and was wrong. After that, we were hungry so we headed to Silver Diner.
Everyone and their mom was there with their costumes on. The girls in front of us and us were laughing at this guy macking on this girl. The girls and I were perturbed because the girl was allowing the guy to feel her leg as though he had known her forever.
One of the girls said what I was thinking, “If a guy ever felt me up like that, I would break his arm.”
I hope that everyone had a wonderful Halloween, and that they are still eating candy. =)
I have to brag, and let everyone know that Cebastian placed second in his first Track and Field meet. He probably would have placed first if he hadn’t started crying cause he thought he had lost. The reason is that he was running wiht all the older kids, so he didn’t realize that for his age group, he had won. When the coach sent me the results, I was shocked. I was already proud of him because he had finished, and now I am flabbergasted that he actually one.
I am also proud of Isabelle. She didn’t want anything to do with Soccer after the first couple of times. However, the last game, she got up there and scored four goals. It was impressive. I practiced with her while Cebastian practiced his running, but I thought that was as far as she would take it. I was pleasantly wrong.
Never give up on your kids. Even if they win or lose, you should always be proud of them. My parents never showed me that, so I want to make sure that I do that for them.
My daughter has refused to play soccer. You can read all about it in my “Taking Them to Practices But…” blog entry. I was ready to give up, but my ex told me to keep with it. This is the first time in a long time that I am glad that I agreed with him. We went to take soccer pictures, and she wanted nothing to do with it. She took the pictures, and then clung to me.
At the soccer field, she wouldn’t play until I went out there with her. Of course, I didn’t kick the ball or anything, but I was encouraging her. She said she was tired and sat down. All of a sudden, a miracle happened! She asked the coach if she could play, and she went out there on her own. In 10 minutes, Isabelle had already scored four goals. Of course, being the paparazzi of the family, I took like 20 pictures of the grand event. I am so proud of her.
Tomorrow it’s Cebastian first meet, and I am also super excited for that. I love having children. They bring me so much happiness.
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