Just the typical Monday night in our neck of the woods.
The star of dinner last night was this butternut squash. I first steamed the squash in the bag (thank the heavens for peeled and cubed squash).
And then sautéed the squash with olive oil, taco seasoning, red, green and yellow bell peppers. A little tortilla, cheese and mango salsa—> butternut squash fajitas. Sounds weird, tastes delicious (aka every meal I ever make).
We then stopped by a huge twister game and Brooke may have tried to disqualify Bree.
Whenever we go outside Brooke holds my jacket and her jacket (or vest) closed to help both of us to stay warm… she’s got a good heart.
The beautiful Rolo brownies. I bake the brownies normally and then about 6 minutes before they are done I stick a bunch of Rolos in and then finish cooking them. A great way to win someone’s heart:
I saw this on Instagram yesterday and I almost dropped everything and drove the thirty minutes north to get this. If you are lucky enough to live near a TJ’s please go and get this asap and eat it for me.
I don’t even know why I was thinking about this topic last night but as I was thinking about how running helps me through the hard stuff in life I thought, ‘hey, why not share more parts of your most personal memories with the whole internet’ and so that is what I am doing today (along with a running picture that has nothing to do with the post).
I was thinking about why I chose to run during the times when it was hard to even get out of bed and face reality each day. I was wondering how it was possible that I still laced up my running shoes on days that I felt like my heart had actually exploded. Where did the energy come to keep running miles when it felt like I was emotionally on empty? What motivated me to keep up running when my whole world changed overnight? It wasn’t because I am a running blogger (I’ve been out of running due to injury many times and still kept up my blog with just writing about randomness). I didn’t keep running to make anybody else happy or to keep up my fitness. I didn’t talk myself into continuing to run during the darkest times because I thought it would fix all of my problems. I kept running because it allowed me to feel normal when everything else was changing. Running was that part of each day that gave me hope that things would somehow work out.
A running memory that I will never forget was after meeting with my attorney for the first time and filing for my divorce. As you can imagine (and I’m sure a lot of you know too well) that is a pretty intense meeting. We ended at around 5 pm and hadn’t eaten really anything yet that day because I was so sick about everything. I was with my mom and two of my brothers and when we got back to the hotel room after filing for divorce I went straight to grab my running gear without saying a word. My brothers thought I was crazy for wanting to run after a day like that day but I just needed running after all that had happened. I went out for four miles. I was in an area in California I had never been to before and made sure to just continue to turn right if I came to a red light because I wanted to avoid stopping at all costs because for the first time in a while I was actually feeling like myself again. It was 28 minutes of peace and normalcy. And even though the weight of the situation hit me again and I started crying the second I stepped into the hotel room again, I still had those 28 minutes that day which was 28 minutes more than I would have had if I didn’t lace up my running shoes that day.
I think if you’ve been running for a bit then you most definitely have had to make the decision of whether or not to keep on running when everything else in your life seems to be falling apart. If you’ve read this blog longer than a week then you know I have a list of about 400 reasons why I run and I think the reason of it helping me through the hard stuff has to be in the top three reasons why I run. For some reason the simple act of running helps me to sort through problems, feel peace/security, fill me up with gratitude, teach me about my strength and without fail… I always feel better after a run than I did before the run. So, if you can… I hope you keep running (as little or as much as you would like) through the hard stuff too because I truly believe it can help (along with other things too:) you get through the toughest of times.
Wanna share any hard situations (you don’t have to go into detail if you don’t want) that running has helped you to get through?