Monthly Goals: September

Well August was literally a kick ass month, in terms of goals.  I mean there were a few hiccups but they were not goal related.  I feel really good about myself.  I set some goals and worked to make them happen.

That’s all you have to do.

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Lets be our own heroes, who make goals, keep goals, and become that much more awesome each day.  We are all role models.  Make it count.

September goals:

  1. Rest your body for the long runs (they are the best anyway)
  2. Drink more water
  3. Follow recipes, not a dash of this and that (it doesn’t taste good)
  4. Wear earrings (yes this is a goal – dress it up!)
  5. Continue all my August goals

September is knocking and its time to think up some good goals.

My dad always says, “Elizabeth, life is a marathon, not a sprint.”  I interpret this to mean, just make one or two goals, that won’t break you but will help make you a better version of yourself, one day at a time.

Come on people lets do this together!  What are your goals?

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August Monthly Goals: Check

So..who knew that writing down monthly goals and sharing them with total strangers would help me be honest, motivate, and keep moving forward (in what looks like a straight line I might add).  Well I didn’t, but now I do.

My August Goals were:

  1. Take Eddie’s head lamp, get up, drive to a trail, and run 1 day a week
  2. Get up early, sit on the porch, and drink coffee
  3. Pick a day, push snooze
  4. Put my phone down
  5. Find a few meals to take to work for lunch
  6. and relax and enjoy ever last minute of summer time fun!

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So in the spirit of honesty, I didn’t really do number one, but that was because I worked really hard to find other time to hit up the trails, when I could see them.

Number 2, check.  I love that one.

Number 3, check.  Not as productive but a day to skip things and feel good about it.

Number 4, hmmmm.  50% on this one, its just so easy to waist time on when you are tired.  It will be continued into next month.

Number 5 and 6, crushing it!

I have also been an over achiever and I know that not every month will be like this, hell, it may never be like this again!

  1. I have been stretching!
  2. Taking a break from running to let me body heal.  I hate this but its gotta happen.
  3. Taking action toward my dream by volunteering for the Wasatch 100.

Who am I?

A woman of actions, that who.  September be warned, I’ve got my eye on you.

 

 

 

Pay it forward

Do you remember that movie?  You know about the kid who did all these great things and just said pay it forward and it sparked the best in people?

Well here is my story.

The other day I found $200 at the supermarket.  I told management and they took my number but no one has called.  I was in the same store and checked in just to make sure and still no one had inquired.

I felt totally conflicted.  Literally envisioning an angel on one side oh my head and a devil on the other.  I wanted to spend it all on me and new clothes, and getting my eye brows waxed, you know how it is.

But that didn’t seem fair.  So I decided to give some of it away.  And since then, I have been handing out $20 to all the people I pass that are asking for help.

The first time I did it, I was a bit nervous.  I had to get out of the car to get to her.  She was probably about my age but homeless, hungry, and had cancer.  I started walking over to her and she looked at what I was giving her and she burst into tears.  Asked to hug me and said thank you a dozen times.  I told her to be safe and try and take care of herself.

That was worth it.  She was worth it.  Eyebrows just don’t compare to a person being able to eat or bath or sleep safely.

The next was a pregnant mom with 2 kids.  It was so hard to see.  My son was in the car and asked why I gave her money?  Why does she need it?  Where is her car?  I explained the best I could.  People fall on hard times and everyone needs a little help and today we are in a position to help.  He then had a million more questions….sometimes teachable moments are hard.

But worth it.

Pay it forward, big or small.

Monthly Goals: August

Oh my gosh!  How awesome has your summer been people?! Can you believe its almost over?  No.  No.  I mean I want the cabin to be done, but not for summer to be over, but I can’t have both.

I was shopping for groceries the other day (in the middle of the week in the morning and there are no one there a Momma’s dream come true!) and right before I got to the mac and cheese it dawned on me that I felt disorganized.  I don’t think it was because I was getting mac and cheese but the possibility does exist.  It is one of those safety meals I stock.

School is right around the corner!  Boo!  And the only reason I can say that it popped up on me is that this summer has been so good, and it has gone by too fast.

So, I’m getting organized now so that when my student’s arrive at the end of August I will at least have one or two thing that I can say are done.

Here goes:

  1. Take Eddie’s head lamp, get up, drive to a trail, and run 1 day a week
  2. Get up early, sit on the porch, and drink coffee
  3. Pick a day, push snooze
  4. Put my phone down
  5. Find a few meals to take to work for lunch
  6. and relax and enjoy ever last minute of summer time fun!

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These seem like good goals.  Life it crazy, stressful, and hard, but it is also great.  I want the great to be even better and that is why I need to focus a little harder on the positive. Chill out, and relax a little more.  Remember:

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Am I the only person who needs to tell myself to chill out?  I hope not.

I said meditate, not medicate.

Lets talk meditation.

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That word makes me roll my eyes and fake gag.  I mean that stuff just isn’t for me.  When I went to hypno-birthing classes for my son the midwives had us write down our most relaxing special places.  It was almost too much for me.

But I persevered.

And now I use it.  Ah! Crazy hippy mediation got me!

Do I sit down in some crazy leg tangle?  Close my eyes and say om?  No.  But I use the most important pieces of that story when things get ruff or off track enough to need to refocus.  Like when I’m at work and one of my students looses it or when my kids are throwing huge fits in time out or when running just doesn’t feel good or when my husband calls and says he busted open his knee biking and needs to get stitches.  Or the more common children playing and then screaming while I am trying to get 5 more minutes of sleep.

My midwife told me to describe a place using all your senses.  How it smells, tastes, sounds, etc.  And it really helps.  It also helps that I get to go to that place and have those feelings and senses refreshed.

Cool water splashing up around my toes and ankles.  Wet send squishing up between my toes.  The feeling of the breeze blowing through my hair and the sun warming my cheeks. The smell of salt water in the air and the taste of salt water on my lips.

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And that view.  For miles and miles.

It sounds silly but that has helped get me through some ruff times.  It may help you to find a special relaxing place for you to go to in your mind.  You never know when you may need it.

If you need to close your eyes and say om I won’t judge you, too much.

Is my strong, strong enough?

Holy shit people!  What a week.

I am just home from a long vacation in which I did a million amazing, relaxing, and joyful things and now that seems like so long ago.  I would sleep in and drink delicious coffee in the morning, that was made for me I might add.  Have drinks with adults and talk about things besides the next object my kids want to blow up.  Ahh, you only know how good you have it when its gone.

20170706_170012I mean there have been amazing moments.  But raising kids and building a house are two of the most exhausting things to me. I’m sure someone is out there doing it much more gracefully then we are but whatever.  I can only be who I am and the best version of myself is not that person.  Its even harder when I just want to run and hang out/catch up with my friends and their kids.

This is my first full week back and I put the kids in camp so I could help Eddie and spend some time with him while we work on the house.  So that has been really nice, but it hasn’t been all smiles because I have a learning curve when I am coming up to help out and I know that he is frustrated, I mean I am frustrated with myself. Plus 100 degree temps and my children begin children.

The finish line is in sight but its on one of the false flats that are just really grueling.  But I know we can make it, because we have come this far.  I just need to get my game face on, keep my head down and grit through it.  I have done some amazing things in my life and this will be another one when it is all said and done.  Anyway I like the quote I found.  I think it brings a lot of life into perspective, things are hard but good stuff is just up ahead.

Stay focused, eye on the prize.  We can all do this. (Make it till happy hour that is).

 

 

Live like its shark week!

On the way home from vacation United was showing Shark week and luckily it was free though silent because I forgot my headphones.  It struck me how majestic sharks are.  They swim so gracefully through the water, I mean all fish are graceful when they swim, I get that, but seeing them together playing and hanging out just made me think.  I wish I was a shark.  What?  That’s absurd.  But then again…

I mean what makes a shark who they are? So I created a short list of things we can all do to live like sharks, hunting has been left off.

  1. Defend yourself. Take no prisoners.
  2. Go out and take what you want.  Make it happen.
  3. Be wild and free.

What is holding you back from being happy?  What is holding you back from being your best?

No one is perfect.  We are all a work in progress.  But I think a little positive role modeling can be powerful stuff.  So I will be a role model, because we all are, its time, lets step up to the plate.

Like I said in a previous blog post. There is no joy in waiting to be happy.

Sometimes I get mired down in the what could have been.  Not that I don’t love my life but you know clearly I could have been a writer, a professional ultra runner, a baker, a blah-blah-blah.  But my life is bigger then any of those because it’s little pieces of all of them.  I want to celebrate that I am all of those plus a mom, wife, teacher, friend, feminist, and a bunch of other things too.

I am going to do a better job defending myself from myself.  Doubt beware you are not welcome here. I am going to go after what is important to me, because I have nothing to lose, only gain, and to much pride is a dangerous thing.  I am going to be fun and funny, run dirty and smelly, and put my phone down and go on more impromptu bike rides to snow cone huts with my kids.  I’m going to live like its shark week or at least it’s my shark week, and month, and life.

I’m going to kill it.

Facebook: friend or foe

In the past week Facebook has sent me several photo memories.  They made me so happy to see.  They were good memories of fun times with friends and family.  I wanted to publish all of them because they are such an awesome collection of memories, but I don’t want to be one of those people of FB who are constantly sharing, and publishing, and liking everything.  They are so annoying.  That’s not me.

Life is not all about me.

It also got me thinking of the reason I left FB several years ago.  All you see are the best of people who have amazing adventurous lives and are the worlds best parents.  Lets be honest that certainly is not my life, I mean there are moments for sure, but all the time, not so much.  So all the other people are either in the same boat as I am OR they are  totally amazing people who make me gag.  And I know they aren’t all awesome and amazing so we must be sharing the boat.

So, is it good or bad to show only positive moment?

My life is a collections of wonderful happy memories but it is also a lot else, but I don’t share that in pictures, “just” words, and most people are more interested these days in pictures.  Should I share things that aren’t always beautiful but are me, with no filters.  The other day I took a picture of myself after running in the humidity of the South and sent it to only the lucky few.

Who wants to see that?  The answer is no one.  Thats gross, not beautiful.  But I did send it to friends because I thought it was humorous.

Humor is one of those things that is the absolutely most beautiful things to me.  My husband is super cute, but when I think back to the night we met and some of my favorite times it is because he made me laugh.

In my eyes, humor goes a long way.  It obviously makes you funny, but also it makes you real.  You joke about things that are really happening, not all the fluffy shinny pretty moments.  The times that are real and that you need to laugh through.  Like being super disgusting on a run or when your kids have tantrums or when you have to do a million things as a mother but unfortunately you also have to go to the bathroom.  Humor is the best of thing.

In the end, I think I will post a picture or two that is funny and not always pretty.  Because that is who I am.  And I’m a winner, people like me.  LOL (literally)!

Here I am.

No filter, gross, smelly, and dirty.  Because life is real and not always FB pretty, but hard and funny for sure.

New goal: Don’t take myself so seriously

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School is out and the kids and I are getting a little rest and relaxation time in.  It has been great to spend time with family and play in the sun.  The summer is a truly rejuvenating time for me and I want to drink in every last drop.

I was putzing around my parents house and I stumbled upon a picture of myself in my twenties or teens, who knows.  And I thought, oh wow, I look great.  But I know I didn’t think that at the time.  Like I didn’t think that, AT ALL, at the time.  In my head with all kinds of crazy.  Women should look like, women act like, women are skinny, women are toned, women look amazing and eat next to nothing, blah blah blah.

Let that shit go!

So it got me thinking.  Am I going to see a picture of myself from today in 15 years and think the same thing?  A wave of exhaustion rushed over me.

No.  Enough is enough.

I don’t want to wait to feel happy, I just want to be happy.  There is no pleasure in waiting to feel confident and happy about who you are.  Feel happy now.

Go!

I know.  Easier said then done, but it does sound great and for that reason I think I will try.

I want to live my life in the present as much as possible but I think I will view my body from 10 years or so into the future.  Because this 47 year old self thinks that my 37 year old self looks great and its the truth!

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I see it, there it is!

After re reading some of my other posts, I realized that most of my positive productive feelings happen after the fact, days or even weeks.  I don’t know about you but I wish I could feel them sooner.  Life has been hectic but, I realized that the finish line was just up ahead.  I could breath easy.

But then I thought wait.  The majority of that feeling is coming from the last day of the school year.  Does that cheapen it?

Decidedly No.  The finish line is the finish line, enjoy it.

I was doing a “fun” run the other day that was horribly, miserably, not fun at all.  It was suppose to be a relaxed outing where I would meet new people who enjoyed trail running, but then I realized, oh wait these are all elite athletes.  I mean look they are already at the top of that hill.  That isn’t normal, I mean they are running up a hill.  Who does that?  After getting to the top, I was in such a bad mood I couldn’t even enjoy the view.  It took me another couple of miles for me to really come out of my funk.  Then it came to me.  Relax, enjoy this, run your own race.  Which amazingly brought me some calm.  I mean don’t get me wrong I had to go up another hill and that calm was vaporized, but it came back, because I knew it was there.  Which is more then half the battle, (said the women who finished nearly last).

But the finish line was sweet, even after my 3.5 hour mental tantrum.  I came back and people were still there, and cheering me on.  I did a graceful leap at the bottom and asked, “Am I last? Is that a thing?”  Anyway, people laughed and told me to grab some food.  The person in charge of the free race was making eggs, pancakes, and bacon for everyone.

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And there I was again, running is the best thing ever.  These are my people.  Soda, pancakes, bacon.  I love this. This is awesome!

Ahh.  The finish line, which can seem so elusive.  But there it is, I can see it.