Anatomy of a Hippie Chickie Run: Part 10

Weather: starting with 38 and overcast ending in sunny.
Distance: 13.1
Motivation: perfecting the perfect snot rocket

Mile 1: Don't think just go. its cold its cold its cold.
Mile 2: I wonder if I'll hear any of the new songs I put on here.
Mile 3: only 10 more.
Mile 4: I'm going to pee before that tree. yes I am.
Mile 5: I like Espresso Gu.
Mile 6.5: Half way done!!! well almost. I can't really do math right now.
Mile 7: Pick up June and Mira. I'll push the Jogger.
Mile 8: Its lovely to have a buddy for part of my run.
Mile 9: hey man cutting down branches don't drop them on us.
Mile 10: Leave June and keep running. If I stop my legs may never move again.
Mile 11: I really am almost done. I'm still running. I haven't walked in awhile.
Mile 12: Wow this isn't so bad. I hurt for sure but I'm not dead
Mile 13.17: Yes I'm still a bit from home but look Dunkin Donuts. I want hot chocolate.

I am stronger then I think. I dreaded this run all week. and by the time It was halfway done I was very into it and so happy because it was almost done. I knew I'd do it. I knew I could I was no longer doubtful. No I get to be lazy for a day of two :)

Chalk it up to mommy genius.

Oh Pintrest. Just one more thing I need to take up my time. The thing is I find cool things there and occasionally try them out. We have a yummy coconut chicken dish we eat a lot now and lots of fun ideas for the kiddos.
On Monday it was beautiful and sunny and warm. W and I had nothing to do so we painted outside using homemade sidewalk chalk paint.
So easy and easier on the little guy then real chalk.

We both had a blast and it was nice to sit and enjoy my littlest.

Anatomy of a Hippie Chickie run: Part 9

Weather: 60 and WINDY (8 mph)
Distance: 12 miles
Motivation: my new purple hair and running with out a jacket, hat or gloves!!

Mile 1: Don't think just go. Ow my foot hurts ( stop to check shoe)
Mile 2: If only I had a sail I go get blown 12 miles and be home in no time.
Mile 3: My foot still hurts ( the top not the bottom) if it still hurts at mile 6 I'll call G and get a ride.
Mile 4: I love tri berry GU...maybe if I tell myself I'll believe it.
Mile 5: This is a crazy hill. I can walk at the 5th tree. I can walk at the 5th tree keep running 5th tree...OK I can walk at the 5th tree.
Mile 6: check in with my foot. It hurts but is not unbearable.
Mile 6. something: I'm going to pee at Junes and refill my water bottles.
Mile 7: I wish I had someone who could hop in and run the last 5 with me. now I am bored.Junes water is not cutting it. I'll stop and buy a Gatorade. Ahhhh now this is good.
Mile 8: That fed ex truck does not see me. oh maybe..nope I think I'll wait until he figures out that turn. Ok safe. Strawberry GU is weird...but good-ish
Mile 9: almost...oh crap its 12 not 10
Mile 10: I'm ditching the long sleeves
Mile 11: well I am not a mile from home. Now I will weave back and forth on side streets...and finish the last .20 running past my house and then back and then past and DONE!!!
Mile 12: chocolate milk here I come.

I love my ipod. It really does let me "hang out" with a variety of people from my past and my present. Every song brings me to a memory and then I start thinking about that person. Today I thought about my sister in law-ish, a few ex boyfriends and a few old crushes, My sister, my friends from junior high, my kids and my husband. It doesn't kill the boredom but it helps.  Some songs are not memory filled but keep me motivated and jazzed up!!

I'm not 60.

I'm also not 16 but sometimes I like to relive those years. Well no. That year pretty much sucked what with the no friends and all...but you get my point, youth I'd like a little bit back. A friend decided that a group of us should all die a purple streak for a whole slew of reasons. I like purple and I like hair dye so why not.
Knowing that I hate dyeing my hair my self ( it stresses me OUT) I enlisted my friend who when I met her sported pink bangs. I knew she'd be my girl. I was still a little shocked when she showed up with foil and a dye brush. Can you say genius!
So what could have been stressful and messy was fun and relaxing.I am now the proud owner of a chunk of purple bangs!! I LOVE it!!

Foil! so pampered.

rinse cycle...in my dirty kitchen sink.

Purple haired mama

Not another running post.

Long ago I learned to ski. I spent many many weekends with my father on the mountain. I wasn't an expert but I could ski on many different trails and not fall down. I loved the bumps and while my form was lousy I always had a good time. It has now been almost half my life since I skied.

In that time I have birthed a boy who now skis the same mountain I grew up on. In the last two years since he learned to really ski I have wanted to get out there and join him. I'm not really satisfied just watching him ski in videos.

Unfortunately the logistics just didn't work. Wells need someone to stay with him and I wasn't ready to invest in skis and a pass until W was ready for every weekend skiing.  I was honestly pretty unsure of myself. What if my 5 year old was better then me. What if I forgot everything I used to know.

Last night we left W with my dad and headed to the mountain for some night skiing.  I was clearly a little timid and its a different ball game being on a lift with a little wiggly kid.  My skills quickly came back to me and I'm proud to say I didn't fall once. I also didn't have to snow plow the whole time and I think may have surprised G a little. Q is a far more adventurous skier then I ever was. Watching him hit LARGE jumps with speed and no fear made me a nervous wreck. It also made really proud.

We are now one step closer to ski vacations and weekends on the mountain!!

Me and my boy!!

The Lift!!

Chocolate Waffles!!

Anatomy of a Hippie Chickie run: Part 8

The Weather: HEAVY Snow falling and a large amount of accumulation. 32 degrees
The Distance: 7Miles ( step down week)
The Feeling: Who the F thought this marathon thing was a good idea?

Mile 1: Well look at that driving snow. I should have worn goggles.
Mile 2: Its not as slippery as I thought it would be. Hmm snow over my sneakers.
Mile 3:  The most beautiful stretch of bike path. In snow to my ankles, with more snow falling/blowing on me. This is beautiful.
Mile 4: Oh my belly hurts. Lots of snow. Good thing this was a mild winter or this could have been my reality. Stop to pee/???
Mile 5: Ow my belly hurts and I'm so close to home I'm calling it on account of I don't know how to squeeze 2 more miles in.
Mile 6: Home. Time to get on my snow stuff and take the boys outside?

I was supposed to run in the morning. I chose not to. The sidewalks looked bad. Every time I looked out the window someone was running. I felt guilty EVERY TIME!  The boys had a play date and I was busy chatting with my friend drinking coffee. Every time I looked outside I thought " Shit I should have run" After lunch and my friend was bundling up her kids I thought. " I should call G and see if he'll work from home so I can run." As I'm hugging my friend goodbye I hear his keys in the door. I'm pretty sure he read my mind. SO I said goodbye,  put W down for a nap and headed out. I knew I should run, I just let lazy me talk motivated me out of the run. This vacation week is hard having both boys home and my schedule thrown off. But I ran. Its done and I don't feel all that bad about not getting that last mile in. Not one bit.

Leap Day!!!

Today is an extra day. I used it wisely. I ran. My BRF (best running friend) and I started the first part of a long time goal. We had pictures taken for a top not so secret project. We both thought the photographer would have a plan of what they wanted but alas they didn't. Leaving Flash and I in charge of what we wanted taken was bound to end in severe giggles. So in honor of Leap Day We did heal clicks and jumped about. I think they got a few good ones. I'm hopeful they did and when I get proofs I'll post them here in honor of this day!