By the end of every week I am more than ready for a Sunday.
Physically—> I am ready for a rest day from exercise.
Mentally—> I am ready for time to relax at home and to spend time with my family.
Spiritually—> I am ready for 3 hours of church along with more time to ponder/study/read at home.
Sundays just make it so that we are ready for another week of partying hard together and feeling fresh and ready to go again:)
OH and waffles. Sundays are for waffles. Back in the day I always topped my waffles with peanut butter and then I tried them with almond butter and I’ve never looked back.
Every once in a while I will have crazy insomnia. Saturday night I couldn’t fall asleep until 4 a.m. (for once I’m not even exaggerating). It was ridiculous and I tried every trick in the book to fall asleep but it wasn’t happening. So, after church Brooke and I snuck in a nap together and we both woke up quite happy.
Isn’t it crazy how much the lack of sleep effects us? I remember those first months with a newborn and barely being able to remember my own middle name or what the heck I was doing half the time because I was so tired.
Dinner was at my sister’s house and my mom showed up with the huge apple pie from Costco… you know it is a good sign when that shows up!
I got a little giddy when I saw the huge bowl of broccoli. Also, my brother-in-law’s brother was in town (the guy in the black) and he ran a 3:01 at Boston… his Garmin was off and so he thought he was right on track to get that sub 3 until he rounded the corner onto Boylston and realized he had further to go than his garmin told him! Talk about frustrating! He’ll get it next time!
They made the best stir fry ever. They cook according to taste and so they rarely use recipes and they just keep adding ingredients until it tastes delicious.
I contributed the chocolate dipped jojo’s from Trader Joe’s.
Speaking of jojo’s/oreo’s—> we made a double stuffed shoe oreo and thought it was pretty funny.
My nephew is a good sport going along with Brooke’s latest ideas.
And in case you have 49 seconds to spare you can watch Brooke serenading me before bedtime. This went on for about 20 minutes straight. She didn’t get her voice from me:)
I came across this pic/quote the other day and I’ve thought about it a ton ever since then.
It is always during these really cold months that I question why I actually love running so much and why I don’t just take a break for the really cold runs or miles and miles on the treadmill running months!? I question a little bit more why I have some tough goals (for me) for the 1/2 marathon and marathon hanging out in my brain.
This quote answered these questions perfectly for me. The fact that running is hard is what makes us love it. The most challenging experiences in life—> parenting, relationships, getting an education, working hard in our jobs, running, sacrificing for others etc bring us by far the most amount of joy/fulfillment/confidence. Sure it is enjoyable to sit on the couch with a bowl of ice cream while watching Parenthood but I don’t leave these types of easy experience feeling like I’m any better for it. But doing the hard stuff—> like finishing a tough workout/hill/race, keeping my patience when it is a lot easier to lose it, working hard to keep up relationships that aren’t always easy, sticking to what I know is right when it would be a lot easier not to… that is when all of the growth occurs and I leave the experience feeling stronger and happier.
Embrace the hard parts about running because that is what makes it all so amazing.
PS only a few hours left to enter my KeVita Giveaway!!!
What is the hardest part about running for you?
How was your weekend? What was the highlight?
Do you ever have insomnia?
-Most of the time I will fall asleep fast but every now and then I can’t sleep for the life of me… it was a lot worse in high school though.