Facebook. Most of us use this form of social media; others choose to avoid getting involved. I avoided it for the first year of so because I was taking grad school courses online, and I felt that I spent more than enough time chatting with classmates online. Once I finished my degree, I decided to give it a try. Needless to say, I was quickly and unexpectedly reeled in.
At first it completely stressed me out. I would get friend requests and have to analyze them. Obviously, many were no brainers, but then there were those from people who never even acknowledged my existence, so I would have to wonder why they would suddenly want to be my friends. I decided that if someone cannot speak to me in public, I would ignore his or her request. I also had a friend who said to use the 'Walmart Rule'. If you would speak to someone at Walmart, you can be a friend. If you wouldn't speak to him or her, ignore it! That was solid FB advice in my book.
So, here I am, two years and a few hundred friends later, and Facebook still stresses me out on occasion. It can be such a wonderful and positive thing, but it can also be a source of frustration and anger. First, the positive. I am not from Tell City originally. I had many friends from Northern Indiana, specifically South Side Christian Church, with whom I had lost contact. Through Facebook, I have been able to reconnect with some of them, and it has been a complete joy. One woman, the mother of one of my childhood friends, posted some pictures of church activities, and those pictures included my sister, brother, and me. I was nearly in tears as I looked back at our years with our church family, and I realized that we had mattered. They kept pictures of us. Of course, I was also able to save some to my own computer so that I would have them to share with my children.
My family is literally spread out all over the United States We have been able to keep up with one another, and share in life's little ups and downs through Facebook. Because my father and his brothers all died young, I had lost track of three of my cousins. Once the Internet was available, I began searching for them. I knew that they had grown up in Florida, but was unable to find them. One day about five years ago, I searched again. I was able to locate their names, which led me to their mother's phone number, and once she believed I wasn't some psycho looking for her daughter, I was able to get my cousin's phone number. We met via telephone, and have maintained contact since. Once I joined Facebook, I was able to become friends with her and her brothers. I have gotten to know my cousins because of Facebook. I hope to have the opportunity to meet each of them face to face, but at least I have some contact with them. It has been amazing to read their posts, and to realize how much we have in common, despite not having grown up together.
I thoroughly enjoy seeing pictures of my friends' children, vacations, and adventures. I like the news updates from 14wfie, the positive quotes from Positively Positive, and the fitness advice from numerous running sites. I like the funny posts from some of my friends. I like that important information can be shared, and that when someone needs something, there is always someone willing to help. When my nephew died, the Facebook messages showed me that people cared about what we were going through. And who doesn't like the countless birthday wishes we receive?
So, what's not to like? A lot, actually. Over a year ago, there was a Facebook page that nearly tore our town apart. People can post anything, and others believe it to be gospel. I had seen so many lies posted, yet could say nothing. A couple of weeks ago, a parent posted about her now-grown daughter being bullied in high school. I knew that her child also bullied kids (I witnessed it), but because I taught my girls to handle their problems and did not call other parents, I could say nothing. Recently, a good friend of mine, who does not have Facebook, told me that she learned of some negative posts that referred to her, although no one used her name. It hurt her deeply because these people do not really know her. They base their opinions on comments and rumors they have heard. Is it right to post something about someone whom we don't even really know? Do people not realize that anything they post is out their for the world to see?
I am also bothered by parents who allude to problems their children are having with other kids. They don't mention names, but by simply posting, they are perpetuating the problem. They say they are tired of the drama, but when one posts on Facebook about being tired of the drama, he or she is just adding to the drama. If your child is having a problem, Lord knows they all do, talk with a friend; don't post to 500 friends. It just isn't the place for it.
My worst experience with Facebook was when a friend posted something extremely hateful about his ex-wife. The mother of his children. And he is friends on FB with his daughter, so she undoubtedly read the post. This was mean and uncalled for, and I immediately deleted him. I would never criticize my ex-husband, his family, my step-children's mother, or anyone else on Facebook. How can that be justified? It would just hurt someone I love. It isn't right. I have read posts from step-parents who constantly proclaim their love for their step-children (which I don't doubt), yet they then go on to publicly degrade the children's other parent. If you love a child, you do not criticize his or her parent on a social networking site. Ever.
Now that I have vented, I will reiterate my love of Facebook. I so enjoy my friends and the daily smiles they provide. If I have offended you with my dislikes, I cannot apologize. I feel that Facebook is meant to be a form of entertainment, and negativity does not entertain me; it irritates me. There are enough negative stories on the news every day. So be happy! Post joys and funny things your kids say. Post your pictures. Post positive quotes and what you ate for dinner. Let me know about the great movie you saw or where I can find a bargain. Brag on your kids. Brag on yourself!
Peace and Love and Happy Thoughts
Monday, December 5, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Thanksgiving in the Country
Have you noticed (especially you women who are reading) that preparation for Thanksgiving takes weeks, but within 30 minutes, everyone is finished eating? Our dinner was at our house this year, with 24 family members in attendance, and began about 1:00 pm. By 2:00, my sister-in-law began to straighten up the kitchen - until I said, "STOP!" I told her that after all of the time that we had put in, I was not going to start cleaning up so soon. We should embrace the mess.
My husband and I were very blessed this year. We had family from California, Virginia, and Kentucky here. Gary's son and daughter and their families were all here, as were his sisters, parents, nephew, and his new wife. My parents, sister, brother-in-law, brother, niece, and nephew were also here. However, only one of my daughters, Addison, was here this year. Morgan lives too far away to make the trip twice, and will be here for Christmas instead. Her dad and our daughter Bethany went to Louisiana to spend the holiday with Morgan, Kyle, and Layne. Though I was thrilled with all who were here, I still missed my girls. Our hope is that next year, all of our family will be here.
Gary and I had talked several months ago about doing a Thanksgiving morning run. I have run the past two years, but we wanted to get others to join us. At 7:45 a.m. we loaded up and headed to town. Tamara, Bryce, and Krista joined Gary and me for a run along the Ohio River on our new River Walk. It was a gorgeous morning, the temperature cool and the sky clear. It was the first time Gary and both of his children had run together. Tamara was able to run further than she had been running at home. It was an amazing way to start the day, and to enjoy God's magnificent landscape.
Not having grown up in the country, there are times I think I would still prefer to live in town - until weeks like this past one. Seeing Gary's kids and grandkids enjoying our home is priceless. His son kept a campfire going for three days, and people spent time near it catching up with one another and sharing stories from the past. We could hear their laughter all the way in the house. The kids were enthralled with the four-wheeler, or 'motor' as they called it. Molly loved getting out and exploring along the edge of the woods, all the time hoping to catch a glimpse of wildlife. After our meal, my sister-in-law and her husband took off on the gravel road to work off some of the food, and my sister and I followed, just to enjoy the beautiful day. Bryce, his girlfriend Krista, a nephew, and his wife all spent time splitting wood after dinner. Admittedly, I am somewhat of a wimp, and the thought of true manual labor is not my idea of making holiday memories, but they had a blast. They were making their own memories, and I suspect that they enjoyed every moment of that time.
Bryce and Krista arrived the Saturday before Thanksgiving, but the majority of our company arrived on Wednesday. Thirteen of us shared dinner Wednesday evening. Just as the pilgrims and Indians celebrated for three days, so did the Staths. I will not bore you with a listing of all of the food we consumed; my guess is that your own lists are rather lengthy! I will say that my best estimate is that we ate over 300 cookies Wednesday - Saturday. Really. I had baked about six different kinds, and had them in the freezer. Every time a tray was emptied, more cookies magically appeared. I can't even tell you the favorite because every single one was eaten. Needless to say, I am avoiding the scale today! There is one piece of pumpkin cake left, and one slice of banana bread. Those will be gone by the end of business today, and tomorrow we get back to healthier eating and regular exercise. And I will begin baking more cookies for Christmas!
I am very thankful for the laughter, love, and stories shared over the last week. I am thankful that Gary's family and my family were able to share the holiday together. I am thankful that I have a husband who is an excellent cook and can help out with the cooking (I have never even attempted making a turkey!). I am thankful that Morgan was able to cook her first Thanksgiving meal, and that her dad and sister were there with her. I am very thankful that I did not participate in any of that madness of Black Friday shopping! It just isn't worth it. We chose, instead, to visit the quaint shops in Tell City, which was very relaxing and enjoyable. There was little traffic and no one threatened me with pepper spray!
And now, I am thankful for a quiet day at home.
My husband and I were very blessed this year. We had family from California, Virginia, and Kentucky here. Gary's son and daughter and their families were all here, as were his sisters, parents, nephew, and his new wife. My parents, sister, brother-in-law, brother, niece, and nephew were also here. However, only one of my daughters, Addison, was here this year. Morgan lives too far away to make the trip twice, and will be here for Christmas instead. Her dad and our daughter Bethany went to Louisiana to spend the holiday with Morgan, Kyle, and Layne. Though I was thrilled with all who were here, I still missed my girls. Our hope is that next year, all of our family will be here.
Gary and I had talked several months ago about doing a Thanksgiving morning run. I have run the past two years, but we wanted to get others to join us. At 7:45 a.m. we loaded up and headed to town. Tamara, Bryce, and Krista joined Gary and me for a run along the Ohio River on our new River Walk. It was a gorgeous morning, the temperature cool and the sky clear. It was the first time Gary and both of his children had run together. Tamara was able to run further than she had been running at home. It was an amazing way to start the day, and to enjoy God's magnificent landscape.
Not having grown up in the country, there are times I think I would still prefer to live in town - until weeks like this past one. Seeing Gary's kids and grandkids enjoying our home is priceless. His son kept a campfire going for three days, and people spent time near it catching up with one another and sharing stories from the past. We could hear their laughter all the way in the house. The kids were enthralled with the four-wheeler, or 'motor' as they called it. Molly loved getting out and exploring along the edge of the woods, all the time hoping to catch a glimpse of wildlife. After our meal, my sister-in-law and her husband took off on the gravel road to work off some of the food, and my sister and I followed, just to enjoy the beautiful day. Bryce, his girlfriend Krista, a nephew, and his wife all spent time splitting wood after dinner. Admittedly, I am somewhat of a wimp, and the thought of true manual labor is not my idea of making holiday memories, but they had a blast. They were making their own memories, and I suspect that they enjoyed every moment of that time.
Bryce and Krista arrived the Saturday before Thanksgiving, but the majority of our company arrived on Wednesday. Thirteen of us shared dinner Wednesday evening. Just as the pilgrims and Indians celebrated for three days, so did the Staths. I will not bore you with a listing of all of the food we consumed; my guess is that your own lists are rather lengthy! I will say that my best estimate is that we ate over 300 cookies Wednesday - Saturday. Really. I had baked about six different kinds, and had them in the freezer. Every time a tray was emptied, more cookies magically appeared. I can't even tell you the favorite because every single one was eaten. Needless to say, I am avoiding the scale today! There is one piece of pumpkin cake left, and one slice of banana bread. Those will be gone by the end of business today, and tomorrow we get back to healthier eating and regular exercise. And I will begin baking more cookies for Christmas!
I am very thankful for the laughter, love, and stories shared over the last week. I am thankful that Gary's family and my family were able to share the holiday together. I am thankful that I have a husband who is an excellent cook and can help out with the cooking (I have never even attempted making a turkey!). I am thankful that Morgan was able to cook her first Thanksgiving meal, and that her dad and sister were there with her. I am very thankful that I did not participate in any of that madness of Black Friday shopping! It just isn't worth it. We chose, instead, to visit the quaint shops in Tell City, which was very relaxing and enjoyable. There was little traffic and no one threatened me with pepper spray!
And now, I am thankful for a quiet day at home.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
For this I am Thankful
It's that time of year - the time that we reflect upon our year, give thanks for the good, and look forward to moving further away from that which wasn't so good. I have spent a great deal of time this year thinking about the power of being thankful for what I have. Much of this thought was brought about by a good friend suggesting that we take time to acknowledge our blessings. What a blessing that in itself has been!
Each week, some of my friends and I email one another our gratitude lists. It might sound a bit corny at first glimpse, but believe me when I say, it has made a difference in all of our lives. These people, whom I have considered friends for quite some time, have become even more important, and help me live my life in a positive manner. Through these lists, we have kept up on one another's celebrations and losses. We have been able to show support in the rough patches and offer congratulations for successes. And sometimes our lists just make the others laugh!
As most of you know, I lost my nephew unexpectedly in August. Besides my immediate family, my 'gratitude' group was the first I contacted. I knew they would keep my family in their prayers, and that they truly cared. And they, along with many of my friends, showed up. When another friend lost a close family member, we were certain to be there for her. As I have traveled the path toward getting my book published, my little group has celebrated with me, and listened to me whine. Their support has been invaluable.
Along with sharing my list with my friends, which reminds me that I need to always be thankful, I also keep a journal by my bed, and each night before I go to sleep I write down at least five things for which I am thankful. Imagine the power in this when I was grieving the loss of my nephew. Though I was deeply saddened by my loss and struggled to keep my composure at home, I found things for which I was thankful every day. I was thankful that I was off work so that I could be available for my sister; I was thankful for all of the wonderful people who helped us; I was thankful that my cousin Mike flew in to be with us; and the list goes on. In the midst of our sorrow, God's presence was evident every moment.
I would be lying if I said that every day it is easy to find things to put on my list. I still have my grouchy days when I get frustrated with someone. Sometimes I am just thankful that I held my tongue (which is really hard), so that is what I write down. Some days I am glad I stood up for myself, and some days I am thankful I just ignored someone's pettiness. Sometimes I am thankful for a mean person because it makes me appreciate the nice people in my life. Sometimes I am thankful that I finally decided that negative people have no place in my life. Life is too short to waste time on people who just make me feel bad about myself. I am very thankful I finally figured that out!
The power of gratitude is amazing. Acknowledging - in writing - that which one is thankful for can change his or her outlook on life. It is so easy to get wrapped up in what is wrong in our lives and our world; take the time to search out what is right. It might be the fact that you have the ability to work, enough food, and good health. Everyone's list will differ, and appreciating those differences is also something to be grateful for. I often include gratitude for friend's happiness and success in my list.
Give gratitude a try. Let me know what changes you experience - I would bet that there will be some! You will come to think about being thankful for little things throughout your day, not just when you write your list. So, here is my list for 2011 (a little early, but Thanksgiving is just around the corner)...
I am thankful, Lord...
~ that Gary and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary
~ that my brother-in-law recovered from a heart attack
~ that we got to go to Virginia Beach in June to visit Tamara and family
~ that Bethany successfully began her second year of college
~ that I have been able to be there for my sister as she continues to grieve the loss of her son
~ that my husband ran a marathon - 26.2 stinkin' miles - in April
~ that my hysterectomy was uneventful and I am fully recovered
~ that my body allows me to run
~ for my running friends, school friends, church friends, my girlfriends, and gratitude friends
~ that I started going to Zumba classes - love it!
~ that Facebook has allowed me to get to know some long-lost family members and reconnected me with childhood friends
~ that my book was finally published
~ that my grandson Layne was born healthy, and Morgan is a great mom
~ that I checked another item off my life-goal list - ziplining
~ that Addison is a kind and wise soul, and she is blessed with my dad's musical talent
~ that each day my job allows me to make a difference in the life of a child
See...that was easy! What are you thankful for?
Each week, some of my friends and I email one another our gratitude lists. It might sound a bit corny at first glimpse, but believe me when I say, it has made a difference in all of our lives. These people, whom I have considered friends for quite some time, have become even more important, and help me live my life in a positive manner. Through these lists, we have kept up on one another's celebrations and losses. We have been able to show support in the rough patches and offer congratulations for successes. And sometimes our lists just make the others laugh!
As most of you know, I lost my nephew unexpectedly in August. Besides my immediate family, my 'gratitude' group was the first I contacted. I knew they would keep my family in their prayers, and that they truly cared. And they, along with many of my friends, showed up. When another friend lost a close family member, we were certain to be there for her. As I have traveled the path toward getting my book published, my little group has celebrated with me, and listened to me whine. Their support has been invaluable.
Along with sharing my list with my friends, which reminds me that I need to always be thankful, I also keep a journal by my bed, and each night before I go to sleep I write down at least five things for which I am thankful. Imagine the power in this when I was grieving the loss of my nephew. Though I was deeply saddened by my loss and struggled to keep my composure at home, I found things for which I was thankful every day. I was thankful that I was off work so that I could be available for my sister; I was thankful for all of the wonderful people who helped us; I was thankful that my cousin Mike flew in to be with us; and the list goes on. In the midst of our sorrow, God's presence was evident every moment.
I would be lying if I said that every day it is easy to find things to put on my list. I still have my grouchy days when I get frustrated with someone. Sometimes I am just thankful that I held my tongue (which is really hard), so that is what I write down. Some days I am glad I stood up for myself, and some days I am thankful I just ignored someone's pettiness. Sometimes I am thankful for a mean person because it makes me appreciate the nice people in my life. Sometimes I am thankful that I finally decided that negative people have no place in my life. Life is too short to waste time on people who just make me feel bad about myself. I am very thankful I finally figured that out!
The power of gratitude is amazing. Acknowledging - in writing - that which one is thankful for can change his or her outlook on life. It is so easy to get wrapped up in what is wrong in our lives and our world; take the time to search out what is right. It might be the fact that you have the ability to work, enough food, and good health. Everyone's list will differ, and appreciating those differences is also something to be grateful for. I often include gratitude for friend's happiness and success in my list.
Give gratitude a try. Let me know what changes you experience - I would bet that there will be some! You will come to think about being thankful for little things throughout your day, not just when you write your list. So, here is my list for 2011 (a little early, but Thanksgiving is just around the corner)...
I am thankful, Lord...
~ that Gary and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary
~ that my brother-in-law recovered from a heart attack
~ that we got to go to Virginia Beach in June to visit Tamara and family
~ that Bethany successfully began her second year of college
~ that I have been able to be there for my sister as she continues to grieve the loss of her son
~ that my husband ran a marathon - 26.2 stinkin' miles - in April
~ that my hysterectomy was uneventful and I am fully recovered
~ that my body allows me to run
~ for my running friends, school friends, church friends, my girlfriends, and gratitude friends
~ that I started going to Zumba classes - love it!
~ that Facebook has allowed me to get to know some long-lost family members and reconnected me with childhood friends
~ that my book was finally published
~ that my grandson Layne was born healthy, and Morgan is a great mom
~ that I checked another item off my life-goal list - ziplining
~ that Addison is a kind and wise soul, and she is blessed with my dad's musical talent
~ that each day my job allows me to make a difference in the life of a child
See...that was easy! What are you thankful for?
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
The Publishing of a Book
As most of you are aware, this week my first children's book Dear Daddy becomes available. I will receive my copies tomorrow. I am anxious - and a little apprehensive - to see the final product. I have the digital copy, and the text and illustrations turned out beautiful, but I am not sure what the quality of the actual book will be. I hope that it is of high quality, and that people will be happy to give it as a memorial gift to a family.
The response I have received since announcing the release on Facebook and through email has been amazing! I am thrilled to have the support of my family, friends, and community, but must admit that I do not do well with the attention. I keep getting this knot in my stomach when I think about getting out and marketing my work, but I also realize it is expected and necessary.
Several friends have asked me about the process I went through to get this book published, so this blog will shed some light on that subject.
Many years ago when my daughters were faced with losing someone close, I began to look for books about death to share with them. There were not many available. Many reference the death of a pet to help kids understand death. While I know the writers of these types of books had good intentions, losing a dog or cat in no way compares to losing a family member, especially a parent. Now don't get all upset, Animal-loving friends! I have lost pets, and I know that it can be devastating, but it still doesn't compare. Losing my father when I was seven literally changed the course of my life.
When I went back to college at the age of 33, I discovered I liked to write, and that I wasn't half bad. I had an awesome professor for writing, and though she ripped several of my papers to shreds, she taught me more than any other professor. About midway through the semester, she actually entered one of my papers in a contest - and I won! It wasn't a huge contest, but I won $100, and I gained some confidence. After graduating from Brescia and beginning my first teaching job, I began to think about writing a book about death for children myself. Who better to write such a book than someone who had gone through the death of a parent? That was five years ago (I said it was a long process!).
Once I began writing, the words just spilled out. The emotions I felt when I was seven were still strong, and just thinking back to that day in 1974 brought back the details of that day. I decided to write the book in the form of letters to my dad. While the events of Dad's death are accurate, many details were changed so that the book addressed the five stages of grief that even kids go through (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance). Names were also changed, but the names I used all have significance.
Once the book was written, I began sending it out to children's publishers. And the rejections started arriving. While this was at times very discouraging, I felt passionate about my topic and my book. Over the past five years, I sent it out to different publishers on and off. I put it away for awhile when I was busy with other activities, but then would send a few more copies. A couple of years ago I received a rejection from one lady, but she included a note that said it didn't fit the genres they publish, but that I should send it to another publisher because it was good. This reignited my hope, so I pressed on. I also knew that JK Rowlings first Harry Potter book was rejected 12 times before finally being accepted (can you imagine how those first 12 feel now?), and the first book in the Chicken Soup series was rejected - get this - 150 times! Now I certainly don't expect the success those books saw, but knowing that those great books were rejected over and over gave me the encouragement I needed.
This summer I finally received an email from Renaissance House saying they were interested in my book. Wow. It was not the ideal situation, but it was something. Many publishers pay all publishing costs, and most times even give the author an advance. No such luck for me! Renaissance co-publishes, which means I had to pay a portion of the costs. I had a decision to make. Gary and I talked it over, and I decided that this might be my only shot, and the woman with whom I was working seemed to share my vision. It was an investment in my future. If I could get this book out there, it might be easier to get other books published - and I have other books written! So I signed on the dotted line, and off we went.
One of the benefits of co-publishing is that I felt I had more of a voice in the process. Since I was spending my money, the book was going to be as I envisioned. When the publisher first edited the text and sent it back to me, it was awful. They basically rewrote the book, which bothered me for two reasons. First, they changed some things that had actually happened. Second, it was a major blow to my confidence! The one thing I thought I was fairly good at was writing, and seeing the edited version (that looked as if someone had bled all over it) made me feel like I sucked. I cried; I analyzed; I whined to Gary. I got up at 4:00 in the morning and went back through the book, and then I emailed the publisher and told her that I just could not accept the changes. None of the changes were due to grammatical or spelling errors; they just reworded what I had written. I would not have felt honest if I told everyone I wrote a book, knowing I really just wrote the first draft and someone else rewrote it. In the end, they put it back to the original text with some minor changes I could live with.
Once we agreed on the text, it was time to illustrate. The publisher chooses the illustrator, but I was able to choose between two in-house artists. I chose Don Dyen because his illustrations are soft and realistic. Because I read children's books daily, I know the importance of great illustrations. Many kids who cannot connect with the words can connect with the pictures. I first received Don's sketches, which just showed the scenes he had in mind to go along with the text. Once I approved those, he took the next month to complete the full-color illustrations. I was really nervous about this part. I wanted them to be beautiful and to portray what I felt.
I received the final copy a couple of weeks ago. The email arrived during my lunch at school. At first I didn't open it. This was it - I was going to see my book - MY BOOK! I told my principal that it had arrived, and that I was afraid to open it. She told me to get back to my room and open it. I decided to share the moment with my third graders, and was I glad I did. They knew about the book because I thought it would be great for them to learn about how a book is published first-hand. When we got back to the class, I told them that the final copy had arrived, and that they would be seeing it with me. I also told them I wanted their honest opinion. Believe me, eight-year-olds are honest!
What a moment! The minute they saw the first illustration, they began to applaud! It was an emotional time for me. The kids loved the pictures, so I knew it was good! I have not read the text to them because it is about death, and I just don't feel right reading it to them. I also don't really know if I could read it aloud. It's just too personal. Crazy, isn't it?
I approved the final copy, and it was off to the printer. And here we are today, hopeful that my copies will arrive tomorrow. My goal is to help children see that whatever they are feeling is normal. It is okay to feel angry or to cry. It is okay to question God; He can handle it. I want this book to be a starting point for conversations about death between adults and children.
There are a few people I need to thank, and this is the best forum I can come up with. First of all, I want to thank my husband Gary. He is unbelievably supportive of my dreams, and always encourages my writing. This could not have happened without him. Thank you to my sister, who has always been my biggest cheerleader! To our children - thank your for your support, patience and kind words. I should also thank my girls for your patience when I ignore you because I am into whatever it is I am writing! To my friends who have read my book and given me feedback - Chris, Kim, Loretta, Paul. To my running buddies who have been ultra supportive: Jackie, Kass, Tony, and Jennifer. And, very importantly, to my Southside Christian family and to the Rectors...you all have no idea how much you have meant to our family. You helped us through some difficult times, and stepped up just because you cared. We might have moved south, but you will always be part of our lives.
And that is the journey I have been on. Hopefully it won't take five years to get my next book published! Now call Celebrations and order a book! Or you can wait a few days and order online at http://www.laredopublishing.com/, or a couple weeks and order from Amazon. Yup...you will be able to type my name in Amazon, and something will pop up - how cool is that?
Celebrations is hosting a book signing on November 4 from 5-7 pm. I feel really weird signing books, but it is part of the job.
Thanks to all of you for your support!
The response I have received since announcing the release on Facebook and through email has been amazing! I am thrilled to have the support of my family, friends, and community, but must admit that I do not do well with the attention. I keep getting this knot in my stomach when I think about getting out and marketing my work, but I also realize it is expected and necessary.
Several friends have asked me about the process I went through to get this book published, so this blog will shed some light on that subject.
Many years ago when my daughters were faced with losing someone close, I began to look for books about death to share with them. There were not many available. Many reference the death of a pet to help kids understand death. While I know the writers of these types of books had good intentions, losing a dog or cat in no way compares to losing a family member, especially a parent. Now don't get all upset, Animal-loving friends! I have lost pets, and I know that it can be devastating, but it still doesn't compare. Losing my father when I was seven literally changed the course of my life.
When I went back to college at the age of 33, I discovered I liked to write, and that I wasn't half bad. I had an awesome professor for writing, and though she ripped several of my papers to shreds, she taught me more than any other professor. About midway through the semester, she actually entered one of my papers in a contest - and I won! It wasn't a huge contest, but I won $100, and I gained some confidence. After graduating from Brescia and beginning my first teaching job, I began to think about writing a book about death for children myself. Who better to write such a book than someone who had gone through the death of a parent? That was five years ago (I said it was a long process!).
Once I began writing, the words just spilled out. The emotions I felt when I was seven were still strong, and just thinking back to that day in 1974 brought back the details of that day. I decided to write the book in the form of letters to my dad. While the events of Dad's death are accurate, many details were changed so that the book addressed the five stages of grief that even kids go through (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance). Names were also changed, but the names I used all have significance.
Once the book was written, I began sending it out to children's publishers. And the rejections started arriving. While this was at times very discouraging, I felt passionate about my topic and my book. Over the past five years, I sent it out to different publishers on and off. I put it away for awhile when I was busy with other activities, but then would send a few more copies. A couple of years ago I received a rejection from one lady, but she included a note that said it didn't fit the genres they publish, but that I should send it to another publisher because it was good. This reignited my hope, so I pressed on. I also knew that JK Rowlings first Harry Potter book was rejected 12 times before finally being accepted (can you imagine how those first 12 feel now?), and the first book in the Chicken Soup series was rejected - get this - 150 times! Now I certainly don't expect the success those books saw, but knowing that those great books were rejected over and over gave me the encouragement I needed.
This summer I finally received an email from Renaissance House saying they were interested in my book. Wow. It was not the ideal situation, but it was something. Many publishers pay all publishing costs, and most times even give the author an advance. No such luck for me! Renaissance co-publishes, which means I had to pay a portion of the costs. I had a decision to make. Gary and I talked it over, and I decided that this might be my only shot, and the woman with whom I was working seemed to share my vision. It was an investment in my future. If I could get this book out there, it might be easier to get other books published - and I have other books written! So I signed on the dotted line, and off we went.
One of the benefits of co-publishing is that I felt I had more of a voice in the process. Since I was spending my money, the book was going to be as I envisioned. When the publisher first edited the text and sent it back to me, it was awful. They basically rewrote the book, which bothered me for two reasons. First, they changed some things that had actually happened. Second, it was a major blow to my confidence! The one thing I thought I was fairly good at was writing, and seeing the edited version (that looked as if someone had bled all over it) made me feel like I sucked. I cried; I analyzed; I whined to Gary. I got up at 4:00 in the morning and went back through the book, and then I emailed the publisher and told her that I just could not accept the changes. None of the changes were due to grammatical or spelling errors; they just reworded what I had written. I would not have felt honest if I told everyone I wrote a book, knowing I really just wrote the first draft and someone else rewrote it. In the end, they put it back to the original text with some minor changes I could live with.
Once we agreed on the text, it was time to illustrate. The publisher chooses the illustrator, but I was able to choose between two in-house artists. I chose Don Dyen because his illustrations are soft and realistic. Because I read children's books daily, I know the importance of great illustrations. Many kids who cannot connect with the words can connect with the pictures. I first received Don's sketches, which just showed the scenes he had in mind to go along with the text. Once I approved those, he took the next month to complete the full-color illustrations. I was really nervous about this part. I wanted them to be beautiful and to portray what I felt.
I received the final copy a couple of weeks ago. The email arrived during my lunch at school. At first I didn't open it. This was it - I was going to see my book - MY BOOK! I told my principal that it had arrived, and that I was afraid to open it. She told me to get back to my room and open it. I decided to share the moment with my third graders, and was I glad I did. They knew about the book because I thought it would be great for them to learn about how a book is published first-hand. When we got back to the class, I told them that the final copy had arrived, and that they would be seeing it with me. I also told them I wanted their honest opinion. Believe me, eight-year-olds are honest!
What a moment! The minute they saw the first illustration, they began to applaud! It was an emotional time for me. The kids loved the pictures, so I knew it was good! I have not read the text to them because it is about death, and I just don't feel right reading it to them. I also don't really know if I could read it aloud. It's just too personal. Crazy, isn't it?
I approved the final copy, and it was off to the printer. And here we are today, hopeful that my copies will arrive tomorrow. My goal is to help children see that whatever they are feeling is normal. It is okay to feel angry or to cry. It is okay to question God; He can handle it. I want this book to be a starting point for conversations about death between adults and children.
There are a few people I need to thank, and this is the best forum I can come up with. First of all, I want to thank my husband Gary. He is unbelievably supportive of my dreams, and always encourages my writing. This could not have happened without him. Thank you to my sister, who has always been my biggest cheerleader! To our children - thank your for your support, patience and kind words. I should also thank my girls for your patience when I ignore you because I am into whatever it is I am writing! To my friends who have read my book and given me feedback - Chris, Kim, Loretta, Paul. To my running buddies who have been ultra supportive: Jackie, Kass, Tony, and Jennifer. And, very importantly, to my Southside Christian family and to the Rectors...you all have no idea how much you have meant to our family. You helped us through some difficult times, and stepped up just because you cared. We might have moved south, but you will always be part of our lives.
And that is the journey I have been on. Hopefully it won't take five years to get my next book published! Now call Celebrations and order a book! Or you can wait a few days and order online at http://www.laredopublishing.com/, or a couple weeks and order from Amazon. Yup...you will be able to type my name in Amazon, and something will pop up - how cool is that?
Celebrations is hosting a book signing on November 4 from 5-7 pm. I feel really weird signing books, but it is part of the job.
Thanks to all of you for your support!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
I am in Love!
Who knew? I took a little road trip to Louisiana last Saturday, and upon arrival, I met the most handsome guy. He doesn't have much hair; he has really long toes; and he has mysterious dark gray eyes. His touch just melts my heart. When I look into his eyes, all is right with the world. That, my friends, is love!
My grandson, Layne, was born on Thursday, October 6 to my oldest daughter, Morgan. As soon as I knew the date of his impending arrival, I booked a flight to Louisiana so that I could enjoy his first week of life with his parents. What an amazing blessing! As I type this blog, he lies beside me, squirming around in his sleep when I don't have a hand on him. Clearly, he is also in love with his nana! This relationship is meant to be - I just know it!
Nana. Grandma. Grandmother. Granny. Mamaw. Whichever endearing term one chooses, there are normally connotations of a gray-haired-cookie-baking-smother-them-with-kisses-sweet old lady. Not this nana. The gray hair is carefully hidden beneath Wella Colorcharm in light brown. I am an awesome cookie baker, and I will smother this little guy with kisses. However, 'sweet' has never really been a term associated with me (I can admit this), and I am not old. Not even close. This nana got up this morning and went out for a four-mile run. This nana will continue to train for half marathons and attend Zumba classes. This nana will keep up with her grandson.
As I have entered this new chapter in my life, I have thought back to time spent with my own grandmothers. I loved spending time with both of them, but had more time with my Grandma Allen, my mother's mother. I spent many nights at her house. She would pop popcorn on the stove (which developed quite an addiction for me), and slightly burn a few kernals. She made me grilled cheese (which was also slightly burnt), fried chicken, and every Allen grandchild's favorite, eclairs. I have fond memories of playing with the thread spools she had saved and building structures with her greeting cards. My favorite Grandma Allen memory is the time she took my cousin Marcia and me to a farm in Kentucky to spend a week. I was about nine, and Marcia was about ten. We built a treehouse, and explored the old attic, amazed by all of the salt and pepper shakers Grandma's niece had collected. We romped all over that farm; for two city girls, that was quite a vacation.
Though I did not get to spend quite as much time with my Grandma Greenland, I still have fond memories of her. She was the most awesome cook! I remember spending the night with her, and as she baked pies for Sunday dinner, she would let me make my own little pies in pot pie tins. And then there was the butterscotch pie. Oh my. It was the most amazing pie I have ever eaten. And when Grandma died, so died the recipe. I have had other perfectly good butterscotch pies, but nothing like Grandma's. I also remember Grandma Greenland putting on her old skirted blue swimsuit and flowered swim cap, and doing the side-stroke at the city pool. Now that's a grandma memory! Most importantly, I remember being in awe of my Grandma Greenland's pure strength of character. All three of her sons predeceased her, yet she continued to live her life to the fullest. What an amazing witness to God's power to help us through life's trials.
I want to create beautiful memories with Layne. What will he remember about me when he is a man? I don't think it will be my cooking - although I can bake some pretty awesome eclairs just like Grandma Allen. Will he look forward to visiting his Nana when his dad is on leave from the Army? I don't think will remember only the big things like trips to the zoo or Disneyworld; I think it will be the little things like making cookies together and eating popcorn. He will treasure the times we walk in the woods and ride the 4-wheeler. He will love going for a run with me (I can hope, can't I?). He will remember my spending time just being with him. Yup. This little fella is gonna love his nana! This nana is definitely in love with him!
My grandson, Layne, was born on Thursday, October 6 to my oldest daughter, Morgan. As soon as I knew the date of his impending arrival, I booked a flight to Louisiana so that I could enjoy his first week of life with his parents. What an amazing blessing! As I type this blog, he lies beside me, squirming around in his sleep when I don't have a hand on him. Clearly, he is also in love with his nana! This relationship is meant to be - I just know it!
Nana. Grandma. Grandmother. Granny. Mamaw. Whichever endearing term one chooses, there are normally connotations of a gray-haired-cookie-baking-smother-them-with-kisses-sweet old lady. Not this nana. The gray hair is carefully hidden beneath Wella Colorcharm in light brown. I am an awesome cookie baker, and I will smother this little guy with kisses. However, 'sweet' has never really been a term associated with me (I can admit this), and I am not old. Not even close. This nana got up this morning and went out for a four-mile run. This nana will continue to train for half marathons and attend Zumba classes. This nana will keep up with her grandson.
As I have entered this new chapter in my life, I have thought back to time spent with my own grandmothers. I loved spending time with both of them, but had more time with my Grandma Allen, my mother's mother. I spent many nights at her house. She would pop popcorn on the stove (which developed quite an addiction for me), and slightly burn a few kernals. She made me grilled cheese (which was also slightly burnt), fried chicken, and every Allen grandchild's favorite, eclairs. I have fond memories of playing with the thread spools she had saved and building structures with her greeting cards. My favorite Grandma Allen memory is the time she took my cousin Marcia and me to a farm in Kentucky to spend a week. I was about nine, and Marcia was about ten. We built a treehouse, and explored the old attic, amazed by all of the salt and pepper shakers Grandma's niece had collected. We romped all over that farm; for two city girls, that was quite a vacation.
Though I did not get to spend quite as much time with my Grandma Greenland, I still have fond memories of her. She was the most awesome cook! I remember spending the night with her, and as she baked pies for Sunday dinner, she would let me make my own little pies in pot pie tins. And then there was the butterscotch pie. Oh my. It was the most amazing pie I have ever eaten. And when Grandma died, so died the recipe. I have had other perfectly good butterscotch pies, but nothing like Grandma's. I also remember Grandma Greenland putting on her old skirted blue swimsuit and flowered swim cap, and doing the side-stroke at the city pool. Now that's a grandma memory! Most importantly, I remember being in awe of my Grandma Greenland's pure strength of character. All three of her sons predeceased her, yet she continued to live her life to the fullest. What an amazing witness to God's power to help us through life's trials.
I want to create beautiful memories with Layne. What will he remember about me when he is a man? I don't think it will be my cooking - although I can bake some pretty awesome eclairs just like Grandma Allen. Will he look forward to visiting his Nana when his dad is on leave from the Army? I don't think will remember only the big things like trips to the zoo or Disneyworld; I think it will be the little things like making cookies together and eating popcorn. He will treasure the times we walk in the woods and ride the 4-wheeler. He will love going for a run with me (I can hope, can't I?). He will remember my spending time just being with him. Yup. This little fella is gonna love his nana! This nana is definitely in love with him!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Other Reasons to Run
Sometimes running has nothing at all to do with...well, running. Sometimes it is about having some time alone; sometimes it's about working through stress; sometimes it's about chick time. The past three weeks my running has been about grieving. In the past couple of years, anytime I am stressed or upset, I have been able to turn to running to help me cope. I realized just how much running helps my mental state when my nephew, Stephen, died.
One never forgets receiving life-altering news, or the manner in which it was presented. On the morning of August 8, as I was working to get my classroom in order, I received one such call from my sister. She had just received her life-changing call from a coroner. Her 26 year old son had died. We didn't know how; he was simply gone. To make the situation worse, Stephen had actually died on Sunday morning, and his mother was not notified until Monday morning. Excuses were made, but in the end, the coroner's office messed up.
My initial reaction was disbelief, but I immediately took off to meet my sister at her house. I just kept thinking I don't know what to do. What do I do? When my sister arrived, we were both in shock. We truly had no idea where to begin. Once we began to face reality, we made the necessary phone calls, began to make decisions, and we cried. We worked through the day, each of us in a daze. We had to go to our mother's to tell her, and then my daughters and I stayed with her for awhile.
Once I was back in Tell City, I waited for Erin, Stephen's sister, to arrive from Indianapolis. We spent some time talking and getting pictures of Stephen, and then we decided to do the one thing that wouldn't let us down - we ran. We ran hard. Erin, with her youth and strong legs, is always much faster than I, and that day was no different, but I pushed hard to keep up. We were both filled with sadness, frustration, and anger. So we ran. We ran because we didn't know what else to do. We ran because we could. We ran instead of kicking and screaming.
Erin and I ran a couple more times that week. It was something that was familiar, something that gave us a few moments of normalcy and peace. It also gave us time to talk, although Erin's version might be that it gave her aunt time to lecture! I treasure any time that I have with my nieces and nephews, but those particular runs with Erin, though difficult, were priceless. I hope that someday she looks back and feels the same.
Since Erin has returned to Indy, I have continued my runs. Sometimes I run with my friends, and it gives me time to talk about what our family has gone through. My friends, too, are priceless. They listen, they care, and they love. My solo runs are spent processing the past couple of weeks. As awful as they have been, I have taken away some life lessons. My sister and I believe that those lowest moments in our lives are times that we learn and grow, and in the process become better people.
My sister is amazing. She has always been one of the most important people in my life. She is my confidant, my sounding board, and my cheerleader. As I have listened to her as she has grieved the loss of her son, I have been overwhelmed with pride and pure love. Though she has lost her boy, she has continued to comfort others, help people who need it, and show her appreciation for every little thing someone does for her. I have always told people that she is the kindest person I know, and that our personalities are nothing alike (yes, I can admit that!), but I am still in awe of the grace she has shown. She is an incredible mother, wife, friend, and, of course, sister. I have prayed a lot the past few weeks, and my prayer is always very simple: God, give me strength and knowledge to help my sister through this loss. And Please, bless her and my nieces. I believe that those prayers have been answered; I have been able to hold myself together when necessary, and then let go when I am home.
As I have run, I have also thought about all of the good people in our lives. Our family has been truly blessed by our extended family, neighbors, and friends. The food, cards, flowers, gifts, kind words, prayers, and hugs were all appreciated. We have lived in an urban area, and in a small town. There is no doubt that when a family is faced with a crisis, people in a small town step up and show up. We were overwhelmed by all of the friends who came to Stephen's funeral, or just let us know that they cared in some way. I think that I often focus on the negatives of life in a small town, but going through this has given me a new appreciation for my small-town life.
Honestly, if I didn't have running as an outlet the past weeks, I don't know how I could have dealt with all that I was feeling. My runs gave me time to vent, to cry, to hurt. I also don't know what we would have done without our faith. When my father died when we were kids, it was our church and our faith that pulled us through. I trust that our faith will not let us down. Do we have some questions for God? Absolutely. That's okay. I still believe in God's power and grace. And I know that Stephen is in Heaven entertaining his grandfather, and probably telling Jesus some good jokes! Maybe he will ask God to make his old aunt just a little faster.
We don't know what tomorrow will bring, so get out and live. Don't put things off. Tell people you love them. Learn something new. And run...it does a body good!
One never forgets receiving life-altering news, or the manner in which it was presented. On the morning of August 8, as I was working to get my classroom in order, I received one such call from my sister. She had just received her life-changing call from a coroner. Her 26 year old son had died. We didn't know how; he was simply gone. To make the situation worse, Stephen had actually died on Sunday morning, and his mother was not notified until Monday morning. Excuses were made, but in the end, the coroner's office messed up.
My initial reaction was disbelief, but I immediately took off to meet my sister at her house. I just kept thinking I don't know what to do. What do I do? When my sister arrived, we were both in shock. We truly had no idea where to begin. Once we began to face reality, we made the necessary phone calls, began to make decisions, and we cried. We worked through the day, each of us in a daze. We had to go to our mother's to tell her, and then my daughters and I stayed with her for awhile.
Once I was back in Tell City, I waited for Erin, Stephen's sister, to arrive from Indianapolis. We spent some time talking and getting pictures of Stephen, and then we decided to do the one thing that wouldn't let us down - we ran. We ran hard. Erin, with her youth and strong legs, is always much faster than I, and that day was no different, but I pushed hard to keep up. We were both filled with sadness, frustration, and anger. So we ran. We ran because we didn't know what else to do. We ran because we could. We ran instead of kicking and screaming.
Erin and I ran a couple more times that week. It was something that was familiar, something that gave us a few moments of normalcy and peace. It also gave us time to talk, although Erin's version might be that it gave her aunt time to lecture! I treasure any time that I have with my nieces and nephews, but those particular runs with Erin, though difficult, were priceless. I hope that someday she looks back and feels the same.
Since Erin has returned to Indy, I have continued my runs. Sometimes I run with my friends, and it gives me time to talk about what our family has gone through. My friends, too, are priceless. They listen, they care, and they love. My solo runs are spent processing the past couple of weeks. As awful as they have been, I have taken away some life lessons. My sister and I believe that those lowest moments in our lives are times that we learn and grow, and in the process become better people.
My sister is amazing. She has always been one of the most important people in my life. She is my confidant, my sounding board, and my cheerleader. As I have listened to her as she has grieved the loss of her son, I have been overwhelmed with pride and pure love. Though she has lost her boy, she has continued to comfort others, help people who need it, and show her appreciation for every little thing someone does for her. I have always told people that she is the kindest person I know, and that our personalities are nothing alike (yes, I can admit that!), but I am still in awe of the grace she has shown. She is an incredible mother, wife, friend, and, of course, sister. I have prayed a lot the past few weeks, and my prayer is always very simple: God, give me strength and knowledge to help my sister through this loss. And Please, bless her and my nieces. I believe that those prayers have been answered; I have been able to hold myself together when necessary, and then let go when I am home.
As I have run, I have also thought about all of the good people in our lives. Our family has been truly blessed by our extended family, neighbors, and friends. The food, cards, flowers, gifts, kind words, prayers, and hugs were all appreciated. We have lived in an urban area, and in a small town. There is no doubt that when a family is faced with a crisis, people in a small town step up and show up. We were overwhelmed by all of the friends who came to Stephen's funeral, or just let us know that they cared in some way. I think that I often focus on the negatives of life in a small town, but going through this has given me a new appreciation for my small-town life.
Honestly, if I didn't have running as an outlet the past weeks, I don't know how I could have dealt with all that I was feeling. My runs gave me time to vent, to cry, to hurt. I also don't know what we would have done without our faith. When my father died when we were kids, it was our church and our faith that pulled us through. I trust that our faith will not let us down. Do we have some questions for God? Absolutely. That's okay. I still believe in God's power and grace. And I know that Stephen is in Heaven entertaining his grandfather, and probably telling Jesus some good jokes! Maybe he will ask God to make his old aunt just a little faster.
We don't know what tomorrow will bring, so get out and live. Don't put things off. Tell people you love them. Learn something new. And run...it does a body good!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Are You Really Going to Run in this Heat?
Although it is awfully difficult to get out the door when there are heat advisories out, I usually know that I won't regret at least getting a few miles in. This week the heat is just miserable. Jackie and I ran Saturday morning. We didn't run as far as we would have liked, but it was so humid that breathing was work. We ran 4.2 miles, and walked a mile. We are on our feet for over 5 miles, which was good enough for us.
Sunday evening, Gary and I had friends over for seafood. He was thrilled to be able to cook some new recipes (which were really quite impressive), and to have people here who would appreciate his efforts. The girls and I are extremely picky, and rarely try new foods. As we always do when having guests, we made too much. I can never make just one dessert; there has to be a choice. We also wanted to have a nice selection of sides, so we had plenty of food to last a couple of days. And we have been overeating. A lot. I needed to get out and exercise!
I had science training in Evansville Monday and Tuesday. Because I slept very little Sunday night, I was exhausted by the time I got home Monday. I knew that I should get out and do something, but instead I only ventured away from the couch when I needed more cake, or had to go to the bathroom. I felt like a stuffed toad.
After training on Tuesday, I was determined to exercise. It was so hot, and I had just about talked myself into just running a couple miles on the treadmill, and doing TurboJam. I hate the treadmill. Gary had to go into town to run some errands, so I decided to just ride in with him, and try to run at the track. That way I could keep a large bottle of water there, and I didn't have to worry about getting back to the track should the heat overtake my body. Since my only objective was exercise and burning off some of the cake I had consumed, I alternated between running and walking so that my body could 'cool' off ocassionally. I ran a mile, walked a lap, ran a mile, walked two laps, ran another mile. It really worked out well. I was hot and sweaty, but I wasn't miserable. I really felt great when Gary came to pick me up.
Once home, I knew that I also needed some strength and ab work. Gary bought me a kettle ball over the weekend. In my quest to get Michelle Obama arms, I thought that this apparatus might be helpful. It is a 12-pound kettle, which I thought was good for me. Addison let me know that it was really light. Not for me. I am pretty weak, and 12 pounds is just fine. So I did some exercises with that, and then did my trusty weighted hoola hoop to work on abs. I like using the hoola hoop because I can watch TV while swiveling, so I don't get bored.
My friends Kassi, Tracey, and I went to a Zumba class last week, and we plan to go back. It is really a fun way to burn some calories. What I really enjoy is that it doesn't matter if I don't know what I am doing; everyone is so worried about learning the moves that no one really even looks around. Though I love running, it is also nice to have an alternative. This morning the Today Show had a piece on Zumba Gold, which is for people over 50. There were seniors in their 80s and 90s doing Zumba! It was great. They looked like they were having so much fun, kind of reliving their younger years when they danced the weekends away. I want to be 90 and doing Zumba - well, not right now, but eventually!
My goal for the remainder of the summer is to just stay in shape. I don't intend to improve my speed or endurance; it is just too hot for that. As of today, I don't plan to run any races, including Schweizer Fest. I could change my mind, but it just isn't much fun when the heat is so unbearable. I am glad that I have some options for exercise. I can attempt the great outdoors if I feel so inclined, or I can do Zumba, use our equipment, or use my TurboJam, Yoga, or Brazil Butt Lift DVD. Yup, you read that last one right. I bought that a year ago, but haven't really done it (obviously); I found it to be a little too hard. I haven't given it away yet because I would still like to be able to do at least part of the workouts. Those darned infomercials!
Stay cool, Friends! In no time we will be complaining because it is so cold!
Sunday evening, Gary and I had friends over for seafood. He was thrilled to be able to cook some new recipes (which were really quite impressive), and to have people here who would appreciate his efforts. The girls and I are extremely picky, and rarely try new foods. As we always do when having guests, we made too much. I can never make just one dessert; there has to be a choice. We also wanted to have a nice selection of sides, so we had plenty of food to last a couple of days. And we have been overeating. A lot. I needed to get out and exercise!
I had science training in Evansville Monday and Tuesday. Because I slept very little Sunday night, I was exhausted by the time I got home Monday. I knew that I should get out and do something, but instead I only ventured away from the couch when I needed more cake, or had to go to the bathroom. I felt like a stuffed toad.
After training on Tuesday, I was determined to exercise. It was so hot, and I had just about talked myself into just running a couple miles on the treadmill, and doing TurboJam. I hate the treadmill. Gary had to go into town to run some errands, so I decided to just ride in with him, and try to run at the track. That way I could keep a large bottle of water there, and I didn't have to worry about getting back to the track should the heat overtake my body. Since my only objective was exercise and burning off some of the cake I had consumed, I alternated between running and walking so that my body could 'cool' off ocassionally. I ran a mile, walked a lap, ran a mile, walked two laps, ran another mile. It really worked out well. I was hot and sweaty, but I wasn't miserable. I really felt great when Gary came to pick me up.
Once home, I knew that I also needed some strength and ab work. Gary bought me a kettle ball over the weekend. In my quest to get Michelle Obama arms, I thought that this apparatus might be helpful. It is a 12-pound kettle, which I thought was good for me. Addison let me know that it was really light. Not for me. I am pretty weak, and 12 pounds is just fine. So I did some exercises with that, and then did my trusty weighted hoola hoop to work on abs. I like using the hoola hoop because I can watch TV while swiveling, so I don't get bored.
My friends Kassi, Tracey, and I went to a Zumba class last week, and we plan to go back. It is really a fun way to burn some calories. What I really enjoy is that it doesn't matter if I don't know what I am doing; everyone is so worried about learning the moves that no one really even looks around. Though I love running, it is also nice to have an alternative. This morning the Today Show had a piece on Zumba Gold, which is for people over 50. There were seniors in their 80s and 90s doing Zumba! It was great. They looked like they were having so much fun, kind of reliving their younger years when they danced the weekends away. I want to be 90 and doing Zumba - well, not right now, but eventually!
My goal for the remainder of the summer is to just stay in shape. I don't intend to improve my speed or endurance; it is just too hot for that. As of today, I don't plan to run any races, including Schweizer Fest. I could change my mind, but it just isn't much fun when the heat is so unbearable. I am glad that I have some options for exercise. I can attempt the great outdoors if I feel so inclined, or I can do Zumba, use our equipment, or use my TurboJam, Yoga, or Brazil Butt Lift DVD. Yup, you read that last one right. I bought that a year ago, but haven't really done it (obviously); I found it to be a little too hard. I haven't given it away yet because I would still like to be able to do at least part of the workouts. Those darned infomercials!
Stay cool, Friends! In no time we will be complaining because it is so cold!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Why Does Summer Speed By?
As I have stated before, I love summer vacation. I feel like I am a better wife and mother because I actually have time to keep the house clean (within reason), the laundry caught up, and I cook more often. I really kind of like to cook, but just don't have enough time when we are working and busy in the evenings.
Yesterday I made lasagna, salad, garlic bread (okay, I put the frozen slices in the oven), and I made a homemade lemon 7-up cake. All three girls were here, so our family ate together at the table, tv off. Now you moms know, this scenario has the potential for disaster. The kids sometimes argue, or they don't like the meal and complain - after I have spent hours preparing it. Someone might make a huge mess. The dogs can get annoying as they bounce around the table willing one of us to drop a morsel. Last night, it was actually enjoyable. Everyone got along, even while carrying on a conversation. They all liked the food (since it was a new lasagna recipe, I really wasn't certain that it would be palatable). It was the way that family meals should be. Success.
This summer I feel like I have been somewhat of a hermit. We went to Virginia Beach for a week, and I spent several days last week at a reading conference in Indianapolis, but other than those trips, I have spent a lot of time at home, which happens to be my favorite place to be. I am working on some writing projects, which was one of my summer goals, and I have completed my deep cleaning projects. I had planned to paint our upstairs living room, but haven't gotten the motivation to start that project. I keep trying to convince myself to just jump in; I can have it finished in two days, but I hate the preparation for painting.
I have continued to run, although not as much as I should. I ran in Indy last week. My conference happened to be right across the street from where my niece Erin was working, so we met up one day and ran along the canal. It was a beautiful run, but the heat and humidity were absolutely miserable. I whined a lot. I was happy to get some exercise after sitting in class all day, but I was drenched in smelly sweat about a mile into our run. I was so thirsty that had I seen a half empty bottle of water along the route, I would have taken my chances and downed it.
My daughter goes to college in Indy, so the three girls and I stayed at her apartment (this also had the potential for disaster). The girls hung out at the pool during the day, and we spent our evenings together. One night, Bethany, Addison, and I did some workouts that Bethany can get through her cable network. We did belly dancing! I must admit, my body just doesn't move like that! My hips don't swivel. The woman who was teaching just looked sexy as she 'burned calories'. I looked like a soon-to-be-grandma attempting to belly dance. Not sexy at all. It was well worth the laughs with my girls!
Once I returned from Indy, I was determined to get back into a running routine. I awoke early Saturday morning to meet Kass and Jackie for a run. I have to share what happened before I ever got out the door. Addison and my niece Emily were asleep on the couch, and my nephew Evan was sitting there watching TV. As I was quietly grabbing my keys, I saw a dark shadow on the kitchen floor. I flipped on the light, and it was a huge, disgusting spider! HUGE! As is always my first instinct, I grabbed the first spray bottle I could find. It was Windex with vinegar - spider killer, for sure! This gets worse. As soon as I sprayed Giganto, she (yes, I know it was a she...read on) took off, and a thousand little baby spiders began to fall off her back and onto my kitchen floor! I was in pure panic mode. I kept spraying, just hoping to slow Giganto down. She worked her way into a corner, and then began to stumble. I ran to the garage for bug spray, and found only a can of OFF. Hey, I was desperate, and did not want those babies taking up residence in my kitchen cabinets. I continued to spray until I was confident that they were dead. My husband was none too happy when I awoke him with my story of the gargantuan spider and her 100,000 offspring. I insisted that he clean them up - I was not touching them. Besides, I was going to be late for my run (I was getting the heck out of there!).
We three girls ran about 4 1/2 miles that morning. I skipped Sunday. Guess what we did! We lounged on the couch all day! We watched A Time to Kill (great flick), and six, yes six, episodes of Criminal Minds. It was a great day. Monday, it was time to get another run in. It was also nearly 100 degrees. Kass, Jennifer, and I decided to brave the outdoor oven, and try to get a few miles in. We waited until 7:30 when the sun was finished beating down. We ended up running three miles, which was plenty considering there were heat advisories. Today the temperatures are more tolerable. Kass, Jackie, and I are going to run five or six miles this evening. It wasn't long ago that I was tired of cold weather and having to bundle up for runs; now I long for those temps. I have pretty much decided that I am just going to try to maintain fitness this summer, and not run races. It is just too hot. I ran a 5K a couple of weeks ago, and it was no fun at all. It was so hot that I continued to sweat when I got out of the shower. I prefer to run races in the fall. I still plan to run the Monumental Half Marathon in November, so fall Saturdays will be spent getting in long runs.
So, what to do on this July day? Whatever I want! It is summer vacation, and it isn't going to last much longer! Now get out and do something fun - you will never get this moment back!
Yesterday I made lasagna, salad, garlic bread (okay, I put the frozen slices in the oven), and I made a homemade lemon 7-up cake. All three girls were here, so our family ate together at the table, tv off. Now you moms know, this scenario has the potential for disaster. The kids sometimes argue, or they don't like the meal and complain - after I have spent hours preparing it. Someone might make a huge mess. The dogs can get annoying as they bounce around the table willing one of us to drop a morsel. Last night, it was actually enjoyable. Everyone got along, even while carrying on a conversation. They all liked the food (since it was a new lasagna recipe, I really wasn't certain that it would be palatable). It was the way that family meals should be. Success.
This summer I feel like I have been somewhat of a hermit. We went to Virginia Beach for a week, and I spent several days last week at a reading conference in Indianapolis, but other than those trips, I have spent a lot of time at home, which happens to be my favorite place to be. I am working on some writing projects, which was one of my summer goals, and I have completed my deep cleaning projects. I had planned to paint our upstairs living room, but haven't gotten the motivation to start that project. I keep trying to convince myself to just jump in; I can have it finished in two days, but I hate the preparation for painting.
I have continued to run, although not as much as I should. I ran in Indy last week. My conference happened to be right across the street from where my niece Erin was working, so we met up one day and ran along the canal. It was a beautiful run, but the heat and humidity were absolutely miserable. I whined a lot. I was happy to get some exercise after sitting in class all day, but I was drenched in smelly sweat about a mile into our run. I was so thirsty that had I seen a half empty bottle of water along the route, I would have taken my chances and downed it.
My daughter goes to college in Indy, so the three girls and I stayed at her apartment (this also had the potential for disaster). The girls hung out at the pool during the day, and we spent our evenings together. One night, Bethany, Addison, and I did some workouts that Bethany can get through her cable network. We did belly dancing! I must admit, my body just doesn't move like that! My hips don't swivel. The woman who was teaching just looked sexy as she 'burned calories'. I looked like a soon-to-be-grandma attempting to belly dance. Not sexy at all. It was well worth the laughs with my girls!
Once I returned from Indy, I was determined to get back into a running routine. I awoke early Saturday morning to meet Kass and Jackie for a run. I have to share what happened before I ever got out the door. Addison and my niece Emily were asleep on the couch, and my nephew Evan was sitting there watching TV. As I was quietly grabbing my keys, I saw a dark shadow on the kitchen floor. I flipped on the light, and it was a huge, disgusting spider! HUGE! As is always my first instinct, I grabbed the first spray bottle I could find. It was Windex with vinegar - spider killer, for sure! This gets worse. As soon as I sprayed Giganto, she (yes, I know it was a she...read on) took off, and a thousand little baby spiders began to fall off her back and onto my kitchen floor! I was in pure panic mode. I kept spraying, just hoping to slow Giganto down. She worked her way into a corner, and then began to stumble. I ran to the garage for bug spray, and found only a can of OFF. Hey, I was desperate, and did not want those babies taking up residence in my kitchen cabinets. I continued to spray until I was confident that they were dead. My husband was none too happy when I awoke him with my story of the gargantuan spider and her 100,000 offspring. I insisted that he clean them up - I was not touching them. Besides, I was going to be late for my run (I was getting the heck out of there!).
We three girls ran about 4 1/2 miles that morning. I skipped Sunday. Guess what we did! We lounged on the couch all day! We watched A Time to Kill (great flick), and six, yes six, episodes of Criminal Minds. It was a great day. Monday, it was time to get another run in. It was also nearly 100 degrees. Kass, Jennifer, and I decided to brave the outdoor oven, and try to get a few miles in. We waited until 7:30 when the sun was finished beating down. We ended up running three miles, which was plenty considering there were heat advisories. Today the temperatures are more tolerable. Kass, Jackie, and I are going to run five or six miles this evening. It wasn't long ago that I was tired of cold weather and having to bundle up for runs; now I long for those temps. I have pretty much decided that I am just going to try to maintain fitness this summer, and not run races. It is just too hot. I ran a 5K a couple of weeks ago, and it was no fun at all. It was so hot that I continued to sweat when I got out of the shower. I prefer to run races in the fall. I still plan to run the Monumental Half Marathon in November, so fall Saturdays will be spent getting in long runs.
So, what to do on this July day? Whatever I want! It is summer vacation, and it isn't going to last much longer! Now get out and do something fun - you will never get this moment back!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Aah...Summer
To say that I love the laziness of summer would be a gross understatement. Since I no longer have a girl playing softball - we put in our years at the ball field and am thrilled that Addison has no interest - we really have few obligations in early summer. I always have a laundry list of projects to be completed, like cleaning out cabinets, going through clothes, cleaning carpets, cleaning windows, and thoroughly cleaning every room in the house. I don't mind working on these tasks, and rather enjoy staying home to work, and only venturing to town when we need food or to run. I have enjoyed spending time writing, sitting on the deck, and reading. One of my goals is to read as much as I can fit in.
As you can imagine, I love to read about running. I have read a couple of books by Kristen Armstrong (Lance's ex). I want her job! She is a writer, and usually writes about running, so her running routine is necessary for her job. That would be fabulous - not to mention it would keep me motivated to run. Yesterday I received my Women's Running magazine in the mail. I was engrossed in the book Rebirth, which was written by a friend of mine, so I had laid the mail aside, and continued reading my book. About 11:00 pm, I picked up my magazine and thumbed through it. I stopped at an article about reasons women run. As I perused the list of reasons, there it was! My reason - my name! I was quoted in a national running magazine! Woo Hoo! Here is what I read:
Running...I am running several days a week, unfortunately, many runs are in the rain. This summer has been so wet. About a week and a half ago, Jackie, Kassi, and I were out on our sacred Wednesday night run. It was sunny when we started out, but after about 3 1/2 miles, clouds began to roll in. Fast. We decided that we should head back toward Kassi's house, and just as we went that direction, the heavens opened up. Jackie wanted to go into the lobby of post office, which was about a block away, but Kassi and I wanted to get to a phone. I knew that my husband would be frantic if he didn't know where I was. I told them the I would run ahead to the hair salon where I used to work, and call for a ride, but they followed. About that time the wind kicked in, and it was blasting the rain into our exposed legs and faces. I turned toward our minister's house (what minister wouldn't provide shelter to three drenched women?). He wasn't home, but the door to the church was ajar. We went in - safe at last! I called my daughter for a ride, but in the mean time my husband and Kassi's and Jackie's dad also showed up. We made it back to Kassi's and dried off. Jackie then told us that as she was running behind us, she was screaming at us to wait for her, and we didn't. I was sprinting trying to get to safety - I knew they would make it. We had a good laugh about our adventure, and knew it would go down as one of our more memorable runs. Jackie has described it as running through hurricane-force winds. What athletes we are! Jackie, Kassi, and I grew up together in the same neighborhood, so their parents are like my second set of parents. I ran in their mom in the grocery store the next day, and she said, "You girls really need to do a better job at checking the weather before you go out to run." We are all in our forties, so the fact that our parents still have to worry about us doing something stupid is really kind of funny!
When the weather is hot, running in the rain is actually quite refreshing on occasion. This summer it is getting old. The Saturday following our run in the downpour, we three once again hit the streets. About a mile in, the rain began. We debated continuing, and decided to keep running. We were tired of being drenched while running, but all needed to get a run in. We ventured on. As opposed to our previous run, it was not windy, and the rain was not hard. We all felt good on this day. Usually one of us is kind of whiny, but the other two are not, so we can all get through the run together. On this particular rainy Saturday, we had a good 6-mile run. On top of that, Kassi had her fastest long run ever! Maybe running in the rain is good for her - dodging those puddles and the raindrops gives incentive to go faster.
Since it is almost 4:00 in the afternoon, and I am still in my pajamas, I suppose that I should wrap this up and check another task off of my list. Thanks for reading!
As you can imagine, I love to read about running. I have read a couple of books by Kristen Armstrong (Lance's ex). I want her job! She is a writer, and usually writes about running, so her running routine is necessary for her job. That would be fabulous - not to mention it would keep me motivated to run. Yesterday I received my Women's Running magazine in the mail. I was engrossed in the book Rebirth, which was written by a friend of mine, so I had laid the mail aside, and continued reading my book. About 11:00 pm, I picked up my magazine and thumbed through it. I stopped at an article about reasons women run. As I perused the list of reasons, there it was! My reason - my name! I was quoted in a national running magazine! Woo Hoo! Here is what I read:
How great is that? Since my goal is to eventually be a published writer, I figured this is a start. On the Women's Running Facebook page, they had asked readers to submit reasons for running to an email address. I did, and in return was asked more questions by the editor. I really didn't know if anything would be published.I am expecting my first grandchild in October. I can't wait until the day that she or he tells friends, "My grandma can run 13 miles. Can yours?" --Joyce Stath, 44, third grade teacher from Indiana who loves to hear shouts of "Hi, Mrs. Stath!" as she run in her hometown.
Running...I am running several days a week, unfortunately, many runs are in the rain. This summer has been so wet. About a week and a half ago, Jackie, Kassi, and I were out on our sacred Wednesday night run. It was sunny when we started out, but after about 3 1/2 miles, clouds began to roll in. Fast. We decided that we should head back toward Kassi's house, and just as we went that direction, the heavens opened up. Jackie wanted to go into the lobby of post office, which was about a block away, but Kassi and I wanted to get to a phone. I knew that my husband would be frantic if he didn't know where I was. I told them the I would run ahead to the hair salon where I used to work, and call for a ride, but they followed. About that time the wind kicked in, and it was blasting the rain into our exposed legs and faces. I turned toward our minister's house (what minister wouldn't provide shelter to three drenched women?). He wasn't home, but the door to the church was ajar. We went in - safe at last! I called my daughter for a ride, but in the mean time my husband and Kassi's and Jackie's dad also showed up. We made it back to Kassi's and dried off. Jackie then told us that as she was running behind us, she was screaming at us to wait for her, and we didn't. I was sprinting trying to get to safety - I knew they would make it. We had a good laugh about our adventure, and knew it would go down as one of our more memorable runs. Jackie has described it as running through hurricane-force winds. What athletes we are! Jackie, Kassi, and I grew up together in the same neighborhood, so their parents are like my second set of parents. I ran in their mom in the grocery store the next day, and she said, "You girls really need to do a better job at checking the weather before you go out to run." We are all in our forties, so the fact that our parents still have to worry about us doing something stupid is really kind of funny!
When the weather is hot, running in the rain is actually quite refreshing on occasion. This summer it is getting old. The Saturday following our run in the downpour, we three once again hit the streets. About a mile in, the rain began. We debated continuing, and decided to keep running. We were tired of being drenched while running, but all needed to get a run in. We ventured on. As opposed to our previous run, it was not windy, and the rain was not hard. We all felt good on this day. Usually one of us is kind of whiny, but the other two are not, so we can all get through the run together. On this particular rainy Saturday, we had a good 6-mile run. On top of that, Kassi had her fastest long run ever! Maybe running in the rain is good for her - dodging those puddles and the raindrops gives incentive to go faster.
Since it is almost 4:00 in the afternoon, and I am still in my pajamas, I suppose that I should wrap this up and check another task off of my list. Thanks for reading!
Saturday, June 11, 2011
New Turf
As you may have noticed, spring is an incredibly busy time for the Stath family. Addison plays tennis on the jr high team, and she throws for the track team, so our time at home and my time to blog is rather limited. Now that it is summer vacation, I hope to have time to write more.
This weekend, Gary, Addison, and I are in Virginia Beach visiting Gary's daughter and her family. It has been a fabulous vacation. We spent our first day hanging out by their pool; Friday we spent at the beach, and then at the Boardwalk browsing and eating. Today we were registered to run a 5K. We hadn't run a race since the half marathon in Louisville at the end of April. I hadn't run a 5K in over a year. Because it had turned so hot and humid so quickly, my running has been awful. I have been slow and whiny for the past month. We decided to run this race despite all of that, so Gary sent in our entries.
This morning, Gary, Tamara, Addison, and I took off for Virginia Wesleyen College. Tamara had not been to a race, so we were excited for her to be there. She and Addison hung out while we were out sweating. The weather was actually pretty decent. It was hot, but not unbearable. As we were pulling into the university, a slight panic attack set in. What was the cause of my anxiety? We realized that we would be running on grass. We had never run on grass. Racing on an unfamiliar surface was not on my agenda for the day. Would I twist an ankle on an uneven spot? Slip on the dew-covered grass? Run slower? My heart was pounding and my stomach churning. Why the heck did we sign up for this race? In Indiana we run on streets. One would assume that would be the norm. One would be mistaken.
As is the norm for me, we arrived well ahead of the start time. There were over 300 runners registered, so there was quite a crowd forming as we drove in. I truly had no idea what to expect at this race, but I knew that all goals were no longer applicable. This was new territory. As we lined up, I just decided to go with the flow, and see what would happen. I gave Gary a good-luck kiss, and lined up toward the front. Why start out behind? The Geico gecko got the runners to their marks (really), and we were off. I took off fast, and as I do in most races, decided just to go hard as long as I could. Who knew what was going to happen on the grass? I might crash and burn before the end of the first mile.
Once I got into a groove, I found that I really didn't mind the green stuff. It was rather cushiony for these middle-aged legs. The course wound around the college campus, and was very peaceful. I found that I was indeed able to maintain a decent pace. As I was approaching the chute, there was a little boy, probably about eight or nine years old, ahead of me. Now, sometimes my ego can get the best of me. Did I really want this little kid to beat me? Ugh. I chose to be a grown-up, and when I saw him slow down at the end, I said, "Finish strong! Keep pushing!" He took off, and he finished just before I did. As I neared the chute, I saw the timer, and I knew that my time was going to be respectable. Heck, it was going to be good! I heard Tamara and Addison yelling for me, and I pushed forward (although I really felt like puking). My time was 27:01 - about a 8:42 pace, which is awesome for me. And it was on a new turf, so it was super awesome! I ended up placing 5th out of 29 in my age group. Aah...a good day.
Gary had set a goal of running the race in 38 minutes. He rocked too! His time was 36:41 - well below his goal! He ran under a 12 minute pace, which is great!
Not only did we run well, Gary also won 3 prizes in the raffle, one of which was a $50 gift card to a great restaurant/bakery. Guess what we did after the race? We used up that gift card! We also made a second trip to the running store, and I treated myself to a new running skirt.
So now that our race is over, we can continue vacationing. This evening we went to Norfolk for the HarborFest, which was great. We saw some really cool ships, had some treats, and watched an Indigo Girls concert. Tomorrow we have a family cookout, and Monday we might head back to the beach. I love the beach. I don't really like getting in the ocean; I hate the taste of saltwater, and I don't really like tumbling in the waves. I do, however, love lying on the beach, listening to the sound of the water, and reading a good book. Oh, and I will be running the next two days, too. It is really fun to run in new places. Tamara lives in a beautiful neighborhood, so I can occupy my mind by looking at the gorgeous homes and meticulous lawns. And I can dream about winning the lottery and purchasing a second home here in Virginia Beach. One on the ocean. In Sandbridge. That's really large and has a pool. A girl can dream, can't she? Might as well dream big!
Thanks for reading...now get out and run!
This weekend, Gary, Addison, and I are in Virginia Beach visiting Gary's daughter and her family. It has been a fabulous vacation. We spent our first day hanging out by their pool; Friday we spent at the beach, and then at the Boardwalk browsing and eating. Today we were registered to run a 5K. We hadn't run a race since the half marathon in Louisville at the end of April. I hadn't run a 5K in over a year. Because it had turned so hot and humid so quickly, my running has been awful. I have been slow and whiny for the past month. We decided to run this race despite all of that, so Gary sent in our entries.
This morning, Gary, Tamara, Addison, and I took off for Virginia Wesleyen College. Tamara had not been to a race, so we were excited for her to be there. She and Addison hung out while we were out sweating. The weather was actually pretty decent. It was hot, but not unbearable. As we were pulling into the university, a slight panic attack set in. What was the cause of my anxiety? We realized that we would be running on grass. We had never run on grass. Racing on an unfamiliar surface was not on my agenda for the day. Would I twist an ankle on an uneven spot? Slip on the dew-covered grass? Run slower? My heart was pounding and my stomach churning. Why the heck did we sign up for this race? In Indiana we run on streets. One would assume that would be the norm. One would be mistaken.
As is the norm for me, we arrived well ahead of the start time. There were over 300 runners registered, so there was quite a crowd forming as we drove in. I truly had no idea what to expect at this race, but I knew that all goals were no longer applicable. This was new territory. As we lined up, I just decided to go with the flow, and see what would happen. I gave Gary a good-luck kiss, and lined up toward the front. Why start out behind? The Geico gecko got the runners to their marks (really), and we were off. I took off fast, and as I do in most races, decided just to go hard as long as I could. Who knew what was going to happen on the grass? I might crash and burn before the end of the first mile.
Once I got into a groove, I found that I really didn't mind the green stuff. It was rather cushiony for these middle-aged legs. The course wound around the college campus, and was very peaceful. I found that I was indeed able to maintain a decent pace. As I was approaching the chute, there was a little boy, probably about eight or nine years old, ahead of me. Now, sometimes my ego can get the best of me. Did I really want this little kid to beat me? Ugh. I chose to be a grown-up, and when I saw him slow down at the end, I said, "Finish strong! Keep pushing!" He took off, and he finished just before I did. As I neared the chute, I saw the timer, and I knew that my time was going to be respectable. Heck, it was going to be good! I heard Tamara and Addison yelling for me, and I pushed forward (although I really felt like puking). My time was 27:01 - about a 8:42 pace, which is awesome for me. And it was on a new turf, so it was super awesome! I ended up placing 5th out of 29 in my age group. Aah...a good day.
Gary had set a goal of running the race in 38 minutes. He rocked too! His time was 36:41 - well below his goal! He ran under a 12 minute pace, which is great!
Not only did we run well, Gary also won 3 prizes in the raffle, one of which was a $50 gift card to a great restaurant/bakery. Guess what we did after the race? We used up that gift card! We also made a second trip to the running store, and I treated myself to a new running skirt.
So now that our race is over, we can continue vacationing. This evening we went to Norfolk for the HarborFest, which was great. We saw some really cool ships, had some treats, and watched an Indigo Girls concert. Tomorrow we have a family cookout, and Monday we might head back to the beach. I love the beach. I don't really like getting in the ocean; I hate the taste of saltwater, and I don't really like tumbling in the waves. I do, however, love lying on the beach, listening to the sound of the water, and reading a good book. Oh, and I will be running the next two days, too. It is really fun to run in new places. Tamara lives in a beautiful neighborhood, so I can occupy my mind by looking at the gorgeous homes and meticulous lawns. And I can dream about winning the lottery and purchasing a second home here in Virginia Beach. One on the ocean. In Sandbridge. That's really large and has a pool. A girl can dream, can't she? Might as well dream big!
Thanks for reading...now get out and run!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Two and a Half Weeks to Go!
I haven’t blogged for a long time; I have been busy getting back into the groove of getting up and going to work every day (I had become accustomed to being home while on my six-week medical leave). I am also working on another writing project, and spring is our busiest time of the year because of Addison’s activities.
After not being able to run for six weeks after surgery, I have been running again for about four weeks. When I was sitting home recovering, and Gary and my friends were training to run the Derby Festival Marathon on April 30, I began to contemplate running the half marathon while they run the full. Afterall, why stand around waiting for them to finish when I could be out running too? I would only have six weeks to train, but I figured that even if I had to walk some, just finishing 13.1 miles three months after surgery would be quite an accomplishment. Of course, at the time I was considering this, I was still having some major pain and had absolutely no energy. I really did not know what to expect, but I knew that I wanted to know if it was a possibility. I met with my ‘running gyno’ to discuss my options. My primary surgeon was a female doctor, but the doctor who assisted her was a male, and more importantly, a runner. Because he is knowledgeable about training, I met with him before making my decision. I was four weeks post-op when I met with him.
The ‘running gyno’ was completely supportive of my running the half. He explained that I would be slower (it isn’t like I break any speed records anyway), and that there was a chance I would have to walk. He suggested that I really work on the elliptical, and continue to do yoga and walk. I had already begun to exercise two weeks after surgery, so I felt pretty good about stepping it up a notch. At the six week mark, I got the go ahead to begin running again. As soon as I returned from my appointment, I laced up my dust-covered Asics and headed out.
Since that point I have worked my way up to running nine miles. I feel that I am back to where I was before surgery; my energy has returned and I am pain-free. Well, I have those running pains like a sore back and achy legs, but no post-op pains to speak of. Last weekend, it suddenly turned ridiculously hot and humid, and I had planned to run ten miles. Wow. It was miserable. Had it been July, and my body had been gradually adapting to the insane humidity, it would have just been another summer run. Saturday, it was absolute hell. I could hardly breathe, and by the time I reached six miles, my water was gone and my stomach was churning. You know that feeling when your throat begins to constrict and you just know you are going to puke? That is how I felt as I was attempting to continue to run down Tell Street. I was trying to figure out just where I could puke that would not be obvious to passersby. Fortunately (for everyone), I chose to walk for a bit, and that feeling passed. I was determined to finish ten miles that day, which I did, but I had to walk two of those ten miles. I did not care. When I learned that the Evansville Marathon was canceled the next day due to extreme temperatures that would be dangerous for the runners, I didn’t feel quite so wimpy.
The Derby Mini is just over two weeks away. I have written before about the ‘good Joyce’ that sits on one shoulder, and the ‘rotten Joyce’ that sits on the other. The ‘good Joyce’ runs regularly without complaint, tries to use common sense, drinks plenty of water, and avoids junk food; the ‘rotten Joyce’ sits on the couch, is obsessive compulsive about things that don’t really matter, drinks Diet Mountain Dew by the liter, and can justify eating a candy bar or Nutty bar at any time. They have been sparring over this mini marathon. ‘Good Joyce’ knows that she is not in the best of shape, and that just finishing this mini is an accomplishment in itself. She knows to just follow the training plan, and let whatever happens be acceptable. The ‘rotten Joyce’? She’s been looking at last year’s times. She keeps thinking about how she could manage to beat her time from the Evansville Half Marathon in October (the one she trained for for months and had not had surgery prior to running). She does not want to walk. Not one bit. The question is will common sense win out on April 30? I just can’t answer that tonight. One example of a time when ‘rotten Joyce’ won the battle was a 10K (6.2 miles) that I ran last summer. It was July. It is very hot and humid in this area in July. I wanted to have a decent time in that particular race, so rather than get water during the run, I took great pleasure in passing the people who were smart enough to slow down and get water. Fortunately, I did maintain a good pace, and I did not dehydrate.
I am really excited about running this race. I do hope it goes well for all of us who will be running that day. I look forward to lining up with 15,000 other runners (although I do tend to panic in crowded situations, so I could possibly hyperventilate – or cry), and I look forward to crossing that finish line two hours and twelve minutes later. Okay, maybe two hours and thirty minutes later. Just as much as I look forward to my crossing the finish line, I cannot wait to cheer for Gary, Kim, Tony, and Jennifer as they complete their marathon! 26.2 miles. If I weren’t recovering from major surgery, I am sure that I would be running the full with my husband and friends. Ha! Ha! That is a complete lie. Although I am super proud of them and their dedication, I have no desire to run that far. Ever. But I can say that the only reason I am just running the mini is that I didn’t have enough time to train for the full.
Get up and get moving!
After not being able to run for six weeks after surgery, I have been running again for about four weeks. When I was sitting home recovering, and Gary and my friends were training to run the Derby Festival Marathon on April 30, I began to contemplate running the half marathon while they run the full. Afterall, why stand around waiting for them to finish when I could be out running too? I would only have six weeks to train, but I figured that even if I had to walk some, just finishing 13.1 miles three months after surgery would be quite an accomplishment. Of course, at the time I was considering this, I was still having some major pain and had absolutely no energy. I really did not know what to expect, but I knew that I wanted to know if it was a possibility. I met with my ‘running gyno’ to discuss my options. My primary surgeon was a female doctor, but the doctor who assisted her was a male, and more importantly, a runner. Because he is knowledgeable about training, I met with him before making my decision. I was four weeks post-op when I met with him.
The ‘running gyno’ was completely supportive of my running the half. He explained that I would be slower (it isn’t like I break any speed records anyway), and that there was a chance I would have to walk. He suggested that I really work on the elliptical, and continue to do yoga and walk. I had already begun to exercise two weeks after surgery, so I felt pretty good about stepping it up a notch. At the six week mark, I got the go ahead to begin running again. As soon as I returned from my appointment, I laced up my dust-covered Asics and headed out.
Since that point I have worked my way up to running nine miles. I feel that I am back to where I was before surgery; my energy has returned and I am pain-free. Well, I have those running pains like a sore back and achy legs, but no post-op pains to speak of. Last weekend, it suddenly turned ridiculously hot and humid, and I had planned to run ten miles. Wow. It was miserable. Had it been July, and my body had been gradually adapting to the insane humidity, it would have just been another summer run. Saturday, it was absolute hell. I could hardly breathe, and by the time I reached six miles, my water was gone and my stomach was churning. You know that feeling when your throat begins to constrict and you just know you are going to puke? That is how I felt as I was attempting to continue to run down Tell Street. I was trying to figure out just where I could puke that would not be obvious to passersby. Fortunately (for everyone), I chose to walk for a bit, and that feeling passed. I was determined to finish ten miles that day, which I did, but I had to walk two of those ten miles. I did not care. When I learned that the Evansville Marathon was canceled the next day due to extreme temperatures that would be dangerous for the runners, I didn’t feel quite so wimpy.
The Derby Mini is just over two weeks away. I have written before about the ‘good Joyce’ that sits on one shoulder, and the ‘rotten Joyce’ that sits on the other. The ‘good Joyce’ runs regularly without complaint, tries to use common sense, drinks plenty of water, and avoids junk food; the ‘rotten Joyce’ sits on the couch, is obsessive compulsive about things that don’t really matter, drinks Diet Mountain Dew by the liter, and can justify eating a candy bar or Nutty bar at any time. They have been sparring over this mini marathon. ‘Good Joyce’ knows that she is not in the best of shape, and that just finishing this mini is an accomplishment in itself. She knows to just follow the training plan, and let whatever happens be acceptable. The ‘rotten Joyce’? She’s been looking at last year’s times. She keeps thinking about how she could manage to beat her time from the Evansville Half Marathon in October (the one she trained for for months and had not had surgery prior to running). She does not want to walk. Not one bit. The question is will common sense win out on April 30? I just can’t answer that tonight. One example of a time when ‘rotten Joyce’ won the battle was a 10K (6.2 miles) that I ran last summer. It was July. It is very hot and humid in this area in July. I wanted to have a decent time in that particular race, so rather than get water during the run, I took great pleasure in passing the people who were smart enough to slow down and get water. Fortunately, I did maintain a good pace, and I did not dehydrate.
I am really excited about running this race. I do hope it goes well for all of us who will be running that day. I look forward to lining up with 15,000 other runners (although I do tend to panic in crowded situations, so I could possibly hyperventilate – or cry), and I look forward to crossing that finish line two hours and twelve minutes later. Okay, maybe two hours and thirty minutes later. Just as much as I look forward to my crossing the finish line, I cannot wait to cheer for Gary, Kim, Tony, and Jennifer as they complete their marathon! 26.2 miles. If I weren’t recovering from major surgery, I am sure that I would be running the full with my husband and friends. Ha! Ha! That is a complete lie. Although I am super proud of them and their dedication, I have no desire to run that far. Ever. But I can say that the only reason I am just running the mini is that I didn’t have enough time to train for the full.
Get up and get moving!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
I'm Back!!
Woo! Hoo! Yippee! I am so excited! Today I had my six-week post-up appointment, and I was released to run! It was a gorgeous day: sunny and about 57 degrees. As my daughter and I drove home from Evansville, I could hardly stand the wait. I wasn’t certain what my body would do, but I could not wait to lace up my brand-spanking-new Asics, put on my running shorts and a t-shirt, and hit the streets. I need a new battery for my Garmin, but I didn’t get one because I did not think I would care about pace, and could guess my distance. And since it was my first time back out, I didn’t think I would be going far anyway.
Guess what! I have a training app on my Droid phone that I hadn’t used yet. I decided to try it out. It works like a GPS Garmin, so I got it ready, and put it in my little pink pouch that goes on my arm. Then I began to run. The first mile was tough, but it always is. I have to say that I was thrilled to hit that one mile mark. I kept going. It felt awesome! It was not easy; my breathing was labored; I was running. These legs had not run in six weeks and two days. I got to the two-mile mark, and decided I at least wanted to run three, but then I reached three, and thought I could surely make it one more mile. I was tired, but it was a good tired. Nothing hurt! I ventured on, probably with a goofy grin on my face. I had no idea what my pace was; I felt like I was running in mud and moving rather slow. I finally rounded the final corner and my car was in sight. I was going to do it! As soon as I stopped, I took out my phone to analyze what I had accomplished. My miles…4.34!!! My pace: 9.42! I know that for professional (or even just good) runners, that is not fast. For this soon-to-be grandma on her first run after surgery, it was smokin’! It was faster than I had been running before surgery. I was beyond thrilled. Still out of breath, I phoned my husband. I could not wait to share my joy. He was impressed. Then I had to call my running buds, Kassi and Jackie. Since I made it over four miles, I am ready to join them this weekend for a run. My goal is to run six miles. If I can do that, I will be on track for the half marathon that is six weeks from Saturday.
As I walked a few laps at the high school track, I texted two more of my running friends. I also posted my run on Facebook when I returned home. Was I proud? Heck, yes! I can’t wait to get out again. It is great to feel like my life is returning. Spring is my favorite time of the year to run. We are busy with our daughter’s sports, but I always manage to work in my runs so that I can watch as the world emerges from the gray of winter. Every run is a bit more colorful, and a little warmer.
Now get out there and enjoy the weather!
Guess what! I have a training app on my Droid phone that I hadn’t used yet. I decided to try it out. It works like a GPS Garmin, so I got it ready, and put it in my little pink pouch that goes on my arm. Then I began to run. The first mile was tough, but it always is. I have to say that I was thrilled to hit that one mile mark. I kept going. It felt awesome! It was not easy; my breathing was labored; I was running. These legs had not run in six weeks and two days. I got to the two-mile mark, and decided I at least wanted to run three, but then I reached three, and thought I could surely make it one more mile. I was tired, but it was a good tired. Nothing hurt! I ventured on, probably with a goofy grin on my face. I had no idea what my pace was; I felt like I was running in mud and moving rather slow. I finally rounded the final corner and my car was in sight. I was going to do it! As soon as I stopped, I took out my phone to analyze what I had accomplished. My miles…4.34!!! My pace: 9.42! I know that for professional (or even just good) runners, that is not fast. For this soon-to-be grandma on her first run after surgery, it was smokin’! It was faster than I had been running before surgery. I was beyond thrilled. Still out of breath, I phoned my husband. I could not wait to share my joy. He was impressed. Then I had to call my running buds, Kassi and Jackie. Since I made it over four miles, I am ready to join them this weekend for a run. My goal is to run six miles. If I can do that, I will be on track for the half marathon that is six weeks from Saturday.
As I walked a few laps at the high school track, I texted two more of my running friends. I also posted my run on Facebook when I returned home. Was I proud? Heck, yes! I can’t wait to get out again. It is great to feel like my life is returning. Spring is my favorite time of the year to run. We are busy with our daughter’s sports, but I always manage to work in my runs so that I can watch as the world emerges from the gray of winter. Every run is a bit more colorful, and a little warmer.
Now get out there and enjoy the weather!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Recovery Part 2
I am already 15 days post-op! It is amazing the progress that I have made in the last week. Just this morning I did 10 minutes on the elliptical (slow), 300 punches on the punching bag, and my TurboJam low impact workout without weights. It felt awesome to sweat! I went for my 2 week check-up yesterday, and though I cannot run, I can exercise. My doctor said if it hurts, don't do it. Great advice! None of the workout I did this morning hurt. It was actually very invigorating.
Once I finished with my exercise, I straightened the kitchen area, scrubbed a bathroom, dusted my bedroom, and scrubbed the hardwood floors in my living room. Other than a walk and fixing dinner, that is all the physical activity for the day. I can also feel a nap in my near future!
When the nurse came to get me yesterday, she asked if I was only 2 weeks post-op. When I told her that I was, she seemed surprised. She said that most women were still pretty sore and not getting around very well at that point. I was getting around just fine, dressed in regular clothes (as opposed to pajamas or sweats), my hair was fixed, and I had on make-up. My doctor said that my being in good shape and having a positive attitude had really helped my recovery. I couldn't agree more! I still get really tired, and it seems to hit very suddenly, but overall I feel pretty terrific!
My husband and I were talking about recovery. Many well-meaning friends have said, "Don 't push yourself!" That completely goes against everything that I have worked for the past two years. As a runner, I am constantly pushing myself. I push beyond the pain and exhaustion. I have used the mantra that if it were easy, everyone would run. It is very difficult to turn that 'push yourself' attitude off. Thus far, pushing myself within reason has paid off. I have read on websites about hysterectomies that I should stay in my pajamas and try to look bad so that the family doesn't think I am recovered. Really? Getting dressed and making myself look better made ME feel better! My family is intelligent enough to know that I am still limited in what I can do.
I know that I have to use common sense when planning my days. I still cannot carry anything heavy, and I know that I can hit that wall pretty quickly when out and about. I wouldn't take any long car rides yet, nor would I fill a day with activity. If I am busy all morning, I have to plan time for an afternoon nap. I still have 3 1/2 weeks of leave time from work. I know that going back to 26 eight and nine year olds will make me tired, but I feel that I will have given myself adequate time to heal. Right now, there is no way I could make it through a school day. I want to be able to give those kiddos the best me I can - they deserve it!
So far, so good! I hope that I can report even more improvements next time!
Once I finished with my exercise, I straightened the kitchen area, scrubbed a bathroom, dusted my bedroom, and scrubbed the hardwood floors in my living room. Other than a walk and fixing dinner, that is all the physical activity for the day. I can also feel a nap in my near future!
When the nurse came to get me yesterday, she asked if I was only 2 weeks post-op. When I told her that I was, she seemed surprised. She said that most women were still pretty sore and not getting around very well at that point. I was getting around just fine, dressed in regular clothes (as opposed to pajamas or sweats), my hair was fixed, and I had on make-up. My doctor said that my being in good shape and having a positive attitude had really helped my recovery. I couldn't agree more! I still get really tired, and it seems to hit very suddenly, but overall I feel pretty terrific!
My husband and I were talking about recovery. Many well-meaning friends have said, "Don 't push yourself!" That completely goes against everything that I have worked for the past two years. As a runner, I am constantly pushing myself. I push beyond the pain and exhaustion. I have used the mantra that if it were easy, everyone would run. It is very difficult to turn that 'push yourself' attitude off. Thus far, pushing myself within reason has paid off. I have read on websites about hysterectomies that I should stay in my pajamas and try to look bad so that the family doesn't think I am recovered. Really? Getting dressed and making myself look better made ME feel better! My family is intelligent enough to know that I am still limited in what I can do.
I know that I have to use common sense when planning my days. I still cannot carry anything heavy, and I know that I can hit that wall pretty quickly when out and about. I wouldn't take any long car rides yet, nor would I fill a day with activity. If I am busy all morning, I have to plan time for an afternoon nap. I still have 3 1/2 weeks of leave time from work. I know that going back to 26 eight and nine year olds will make me tired, but I feel that I will have given myself adequate time to heal. Right now, there is no way I could make it through a school day. I want to be able to give those kiddos the best me I can - they deserve it!
So far, so good! I hope that I can report even more improvements next time!
Monday, February 7, 2011
A Different Kind of Recovery!
Today I am 6 days post-hysterectomy. I am feeling pretty awesome! It has been amazing how each day I feel so much better. I am still moving a bit slowly, but I am moving. Here is the run-down:
When I found out in December that I would need a hysterectomy, my first inclination was that I might as well go ahead and stop running since I was practically going to have to start over anyway. Then upon reading about the surgery, I found that I needed to be in tip-top shape, so I ran. I actually ran more the month before surgery than I had during the fall. My friends and I ran through snow and sleet and bitter temps. We ran morning runs, evening runs, and afternoon runs. Last Monday, my friend Kassi and I ran my final run together - a 5-mile presurgery run. I felt that I was in the best shape that I could be at the time. I had my classroom ready for a long-term substitute, my house was clean, my laundry was done; I was ready!
My husband and I headed for the Women's Hospital early Tuesday morning. I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. I felt confident in my doctors, and I knew that after a time of discomfort, I would be on the road to feeling much better. I had never had any type of surgery, so I didn't know exactly what to expect. One of my doctors - who happens to be a triathlete - came in to see me and answer last-minute questions before they walked me to the surgery room. I told him that my other doctor had said no running for six weeks, and I wanted to know what he thought. He agreed with the six weeks, but said that I could probably do the elliptical after two weeks! We have an elliptical, so that was good news. He said that would help me keep the running motion going.
Fast forward three hours, and I was being rolled into my room, a room that looked like a very nice hotel room! I slept pretty much all that afternoon and evening, but not much during the night. The nurses were in and out all night. My husband stayed with me, which made me feel much better. Though I wasn't really coherent, just knowing he was nearby was very comforting. I had been told that I would only be in the hospital 23 hours, and in the middle of that night, I couldn't even imagine going home that next morning. I hadn't even left my bed! Once the nurses got me up, and I was able to shower, improvements came quickly. I was not able to pee on my own, so if I wanted to go home I was going to have to self-cath. I wanted to go home. I had the same trouble after giving birth to my first daughter, so this didn't really upset me too much; it was just inconvenient. Around 11 that morning, we were in the car headed home.
As the days came and went, I began to feel somewhat normal again. I couldn't get outside because of the weather, so I was stuck pacing my house in order to get some walking in. I waited a couple of days to tackle the stairs. By Sunday (day 5 post-op), I was able to go to church! I was so excited to get out of the house and to see people! We live in the woods, so I don't even have neighbors to see while I am home. My daughter and I were also able to get outside and walk about a quarter mile. My goal is to walk a mile by Saturday, although as I write this it is once again snowing, so I don't know how much outside time I will get. I am a little fearful of walking on the treadmill because if I would lose my balance, I could do some damage. I have to keep reminding myself that I have a lot of stitches inside. I am registered to walk a 7k race with my sister on March 12. I felt that by signing up and paying an entry fee, I would have incentive to walk. I have to be able to walk 4.3 miles in 5 weeks! I am also going to have to be able to work off the calories from all of the great chocolate I have been receiving!
So, what does all of this have to do with running? I truly feel that because I am a runner and I am in good physical shape, my recovery has been much quicker and easier. Since surgery, I have not had one time when I just felt miserable. I was sore and tired, but the pain was not as intense as I had expected. Because I want desperately to run again, I will follow doctors' orders (though I can see that it is going to be difficult), and I will work hard to increase my strength and stamina. I really don't know how it will be when I try to run again. I know that it will take time to get back to where I was pre-surgery, and that will be challenging. I haven't set any running goals for the spring or summer. I will concentrate my efforts on just running, and on supporting my husband as he trains for his first marathon. I know that I have some awesome friends, and that my running friends have really been there for me. I know that when I am ready to get back to running, they will be right there ready to help me and to encourarage me when I get discouraged. There is just something special about running friends; they provide a whole different level of support and understanding.
Because I had a difficult time finding any information on runners who had this surgery, I will keep you posted on the progress. I do think that one can know too much (I wanted to read everything, but found it was making me more anxious. I finally decided that I needed to make this my own experience, and I quit reading.), but having appropriate information can also relieve a lot of anxiety.
Run on, Friends - and run some for me!
When I found out in December that I would need a hysterectomy, my first inclination was that I might as well go ahead and stop running since I was practically going to have to start over anyway. Then upon reading about the surgery, I found that I needed to be in tip-top shape, so I ran. I actually ran more the month before surgery than I had during the fall. My friends and I ran through snow and sleet and bitter temps. We ran morning runs, evening runs, and afternoon runs. Last Monday, my friend Kassi and I ran my final run together - a 5-mile presurgery run. I felt that I was in the best shape that I could be at the time. I had my classroom ready for a long-term substitute, my house was clean, my laundry was done; I was ready!
My husband and I headed for the Women's Hospital early Tuesday morning. I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. I felt confident in my doctors, and I knew that after a time of discomfort, I would be on the road to feeling much better. I had never had any type of surgery, so I didn't know exactly what to expect. One of my doctors - who happens to be a triathlete - came in to see me and answer last-minute questions before they walked me to the surgery room. I told him that my other doctor had said no running for six weeks, and I wanted to know what he thought. He agreed with the six weeks, but said that I could probably do the elliptical after two weeks! We have an elliptical, so that was good news. He said that would help me keep the running motion going.
Fast forward three hours, and I was being rolled into my room, a room that looked like a very nice hotel room! I slept pretty much all that afternoon and evening, but not much during the night. The nurses were in and out all night. My husband stayed with me, which made me feel much better. Though I wasn't really coherent, just knowing he was nearby was very comforting. I had been told that I would only be in the hospital 23 hours, and in the middle of that night, I couldn't even imagine going home that next morning. I hadn't even left my bed! Once the nurses got me up, and I was able to shower, improvements came quickly. I was not able to pee on my own, so if I wanted to go home I was going to have to self-cath. I wanted to go home. I had the same trouble after giving birth to my first daughter, so this didn't really upset me too much; it was just inconvenient. Around 11 that morning, we were in the car headed home.
As the days came and went, I began to feel somewhat normal again. I couldn't get outside because of the weather, so I was stuck pacing my house in order to get some walking in. I waited a couple of days to tackle the stairs. By Sunday (day 5 post-op), I was able to go to church! I was so excited to get out of the house and to see people! We live in the woods, so I don't even have neighbors to see while I am home. My daughter and I were also able to get outside and walk about a quarter mile. My goal is to walk a mile by Saturday, although as I write this it is once again snowing, so I don't know how much outside time I will get. I am a little fearful of walking on the treadmill because if I would lose my balance, I could do some damage. I have to keep reminding myself that I have a lot of stitches inside. I am registered to walk a 7k race with my sister on March 12. I felt that by signing up and paying an entry fee, I would have incentive to walk. I have to be able to walk 4.3 miles in 5 weeks! I am also going to have to be able to work off the calories from all of the great chocolate I have been receiving!
So, what does all of this have to do with running? I truly feel that because I am a runner and I am in good physical shape, my recovery has been much quicker and easier. Since surgery, I have not had one time when I just felt miserable. I was sore and tired, but the pain was not as intense as I had expected. Because I want desperately to run again, I will follow doctors' orders (though I can see that it is going to be difficult), and I will work hard to increase my strength and stamina. I really don't know how it will be when I try to run again. I know that it will take time to get back to where I was pre-surgery, and that will be challenging. I haven't set any running goals for the spring or summer. I will concentrate my efforts on just running, and on supporting my husband as he trains for his first marathon. I know that I have some awesome friends, and that my running friends have really been there for me. I know that when I am ready to get back to running, they will be right there ready to help me and to encourarage me when I get discouraged. There is just something special about running friends; they provide a whole different level of support and understanding.
Because I had a difficult time finding any information on runners who had this surgery, I will keep you posted on the progress. I do think that one can know too much (I wanted to read everything, but found it was making me more anxious. I finally decided that I needed to make this my own experience, and I quit reading.), but having appropriate information can also relieve a lot of anxiety.
Run on, Friends - and run some for me!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
A Perfect Winter Run
While many runners take to their treadmills in the winter, I still prefer to bundle up and run outside. The first mile or so I am usually cold, but then I warm up and enjoy the brisk air as I log my weekly mileage. I have actually run more since winter settled in than I did during warmer fall days. This past weekend was no exception.
Kassi and Jackie, who are sisters, have been two of my best friends since junior high. We grew up three houses from one another, and had a well-worn path through our neighbors' yards that stretched between our houses. We three have a plethora of stories (most that we refuse to share with our children). Our childhood came before video games (unless you include TV tennis) so the neighborhood kids played outside until our parents flashed the outside light for us to go in (okay, my mom was the only light-flashing mom, but I like to imagine that other mothers were just as embarrassing). We had a lot of good times growing up in our small-town neighborhood. Even as teenagers we continued to play hide-and-seek throughout our block. Saturday, we added yet another story - this one we are proud to share!
Jackie and I have been running together since we both started trying to manage to run two miles in the spring of 2009. This past October she and I ran our first half marathon. Kassi began running in June. She is amazing. She can now run 13 miles, and is able to run with her sister and me (not that we have a fast pace!). Recently, the three of us have been getting out together when schedules allow. We planned to run Saturday morning, despite the ominous forecast of bitter cold and blowing snow. At 8:30 on this January Saturday, we, along with my husband, met at Kassi's house. Kassi and I were ready to run; Jackie tried to find a way to get out of it. My husband took off for his run, and we took off a few minutes later. I will try to adequately try to describe the conditions. It was 14 degrees (I prefer not to know what the windchill was - once you get below a certain temperature, it just doesn't matter); there was a harsh wind blowing directly in our faces; it was snowing, so the harsh wind was blasting snow into our eyes, mouths, up our noses, and into our stinging cheeks. There were patches of ice under the snow. There weren't even many cars out, let alone other insane runners. Those people who were in cars and drove by as we pressed through the wind - it was like swimming upstream in ice water - gave us that you-really-are-stupid look. What were we doing? Laughing! We knew it was crazy, but it was so much fun! We were doing something that few other people would ever even consider. Besides, Jackie has her own set of rules for running - running up a long, steep hill allows us to add an extra mile; running in bitter cold is good for another mile; snow - definitely good for a mile!
As Gary and I drove to town that morning, I thought that even if we just ran three miles, it would be a decent run considering the weather. So, we ran. We are all creatures of habit, so we went on our normal route, but hadn't really discussed how far we would go. We did make a pact that if one of us fell, we would all head back. It wasn't worth getting injured. Our town is right on the Ohio River, and this past year our town created a beautiful walking/running/biking path along the river. It has become a favorite part of our runs. By the time we reached the river, we had warmed up and begun to get into a groove. As we were running along the snow-covered path, we noticed a purse at the edge. We ran past it on the way up the path, but on the way back Kassi checked inside. She found a driver's license, credit cards, and checkbook. We all found this to be a bit eerie. The police station was just a few blocks away, so we took turns carrying the purse as we ran headed that direction. After we had safely delivered the purse (and we were certain helped solve some major crime), we decided that by doing a good deed, we deserved to add another mile.
We continued to run and chat, thoroughly enjoying our morning together. We were just about at the 5-mile mark (really - without 'Jackie Miles'), and decided that we all felt pretty good, so Jackie, who didn't really want to run in the first place, starts up a rather large hill. We could run six miles. Why not? Coming down on a different street, we realized that we would be at about six and a half miles by the time we reached Kassi's house, so why not just go 7? By this time the sun had appeared, so we began adding more blocks, and, yes, we actually ran seven miles on that bitter cold Saturday morning. With added mileage for challenges and good deeds, we figure we ran a half marathon!! What a morning!
I have to say that was one of the best runs I have had in a long time. We didn't time ourselves; we had to alter our form because of the snow and ice, and it was really just about the challenge of running in less-than-ideal conditions and not about running fast. It was about three 40-something lady runners spending time together laughing and exercising. It was about appreciating the beauty of the falling snow, cursing the wind and snow stinging our faces, feeling like young children playing outside without a care in the world. Although all of our children (between us we have 8) were inside warm homes thinking their mothers had finally lost it!
As I sit in my warm home today, my second snow day home from school, I look forward to this evening when we plan to try to get out and run six miles. We will layer up, put on our vibrant yellow or orange outerwear and reflective gear, and head out into the great outdoors. It certainly beats running on the treadmill staring out the window into our backyard! If you are contemplating winter running, try it! Layer up. I usually wear a moisture-wicking long-sleeve shirt, a cotton long-sleeve, and a fleece jacket, leggings (with shorts on top), cheap cotton Walmart gloves (throw them in the wash after wiping snot), and a hat or headband. It is invigorating to get out in the cold air and sweat!
Run on, Friends!
Kassi and Jackie, who are sisters, have been two of my best friends since junior high. We grew up three houses from one another, and had a well-worn path through our neighbors' yards that stretched between our houses. We three have a plethora of stories (most that we refuse to share with our children). Our childhood came before video games (unless you include TV tennis) so the neighborhood kids played outside until our parents flashed the outside light for us to go in (okay, my mom was the only light-flashing mom, but I like to imagine that other mothers were just as embarrassing). We had a lot of good times growing up in our small-town neighborhood. Even as teenagers we continued to play hide-and-seek throughout our block. Saturday, we added yet another story - this one we are proud to share!
Jackie and I have been running together since we both started trying to manage to run two miles in the spring of 2009. This past October she and I ran our first half marathon. Kassi began running in June. She is amazing. She can now run 13 miles, and is able to run with her sister and me (not that we have a fast pace!). Recently, the three of us have been getting out together when schedules allow. We planned to run Saturday morning, despite the ominous forecast of bitter cold and blowing snow. At 8:30 on this January Saturday, we, along with my husband, met at Kassi's house. Kassi and I were ready to run; Jackie tried to find a way to get out of it. My husband took off for his run, and we took off a few minutes later. I will try to adequately try to describe the conditions. It was 14 degrees (I prefer not to know what the windchill was - once you get below a certain temperature, it just doesn't matter); there was a harsh wind blowing directly in our faces; it was snowing, so the harsh wind was blasting snow into our eyes, mouths, up our noses, and into our stinging cheeks. There were patches of ice under the snow. There weren't even many cars out, let alone other insane runners. Those people who were in cars and drove by as we pressed through the wind - it was like swimming upstream in ice water - gave us that you-really-are-stupid look. What were we doing? Laughing! We knew it was crazy, but it was so much fun! We were doing something that few other people would ever even consider. Besides, Jackie has her own set of rules for running - running up a long, steep hill allows us to add an extra mile; running in bitter cold is good for another mile; snow - definitely good for a mile!
As Gary and I drove to town that morning, I thought that even if we just ran three miles, it would be a decent run considering the weather. So, we ran. We are all creatures of habit, so we went on our normal route, but hadn't really discussed how far we would go. We did make a pact that if one of us fell, we would all head back. It wasn't worth getting injured. Our town is right on the Ohio River, and this past year our town created a beautiful walking/running/biking path along the river. It has become a favorite part of our runs. By the time we reached the river, we had warmed up and begun to get into a groove. As we were running along the snow-covered path, we noticed a purse at the edge. We ran past it on the way up the path, but on the way back Kassi checked inside. She found a driver's license, credit cards, and checkbook. We all found this to be a bit eerie. The police station was just a few blocks away, so we took turns carrying the purse as we ran headed that direction. After we had safely delivered the purse (and we were certain helped solve some major crime), we decided that by doing a good deed, we deserved to add another mile.
We continued to run and chat, thoroughly enjoying our morning together. We were just about at the 5-mile mark (really - without 'Jackie Miles'), and decided that we all felt pretty good, so Jackie, who didn't really want to run in the first place, starts up a rather large hill. We could run six miles. Why not? Coming down on a different street, we realized that we would be at about six and a half miles by the time we reached Kassi's house, so why not just go 7? By this time the sun had appeared, so we began adding more blocks, and, yes, we actually ran seven miles on that bitter cold Saturday morning. With added mileage for challenges and good deeds, we figure we ran a half marathon!! What a morning!
I have to say that was one of the best runs I have had in a long time. We didn't time ourselves; we had to alter our form because of the snow and ice, and it was really just about the challenge of running in less-than-ideal conditions and not about running fast. It was about three 40-something lady runners spending time together laughing and exercising. It was about appreciating the beauty of the falling snow, cursing the wind and snow stinging our faces, feeling like young children playing outside without a care in the world. Although all of our children (between us we have 8) were inside warm homes thinking their mothers had finally lost it!
As I sit in my warm home today, my second snow day home from school, I look forward to this evening when we plan to try to get out and run six miles. We will layer up, put on our vibrant yellow or orange outerwear and reflective gear, and head out into the great outdoors. It certainly beats running on the treadmill staring out the window into our backyard! If you are contemplating winter running, try it! Layer up. I usually wear a moisture-wicking long-sleeve shirt, a cotton long-sleeve, and a fleece jacket, leggings (with shorts on top), cheap cotton Walmart gloves (throw them in the wash after wiping snot), and a hat or headband. It is invigorating to get out in the cold air and sweat!
Run on, Friends!
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