A “New Normal”

Be Here Now

I don’t recommend getting used to having anything stay the same for long. Especially when you are someone like me who wants to be the best version of herself. Without question being a better version of myself involves constant change. And as I have been brutally reminded these past weeks. I need to ease into change. I need time to get used to the change(s). And then reorganize my day and/or my life so that the change(s) simply become my “new normal”.

Green Heart

The truth? It’s easy to reorganize my life. Or day. When the changes don’t happen all at once. That’s when rather than lose my sanity, I prioritize. My home. Family. Grad School. Work. And no. I am not a priority to myself when everyone and everything else needs to be my priority. Deadlines. Cooking dinner. Working. There isn’t enough time in the day for anything about me. Literally. Running can even become less of a priority if I am not careful. And I know. That you know. Exactly what I am talking about.
And that is where July and almost August went. Overtaken by change and my priorities. Big changes. And an overwhelming number of priorities. All at once.

Kokanee Goodbye

My old pup took a turn for the worse.

Heart Leaf

I adjusted to working at my new job. But my days didn’t get any longer. That when my prioritizing started working overtime.

I made it through finals and completing my final projects with my Summer courses. The pressure I put on myself to make the Dean’s List for a third term? Well. It paid off.

Quilt One

I made a quilt for my niece.

Quilt Two

I made another quilt for the Mr’s daughter’s baby on the way. Which will technically make me a grandmother soon. But I refuse to let that make me feel old. Okay. Refusing is a stretch. I am trying.

Geocache

Buckaroo and I found our first Geocache. Its safe to say, I am obsessed.

Heart Rock

The #100 happy challenge on Instagram I am doing really helped me look for the good in every day. Even on the horrible days. And its not to late for you to start the challenge. I would love you to join me!

Waiting for Bean

I went back and forth from the hospital for  waiting for my nephew to be born. My sister’s labor was high risk. The Mr. stayed home with old pup. My little pup wouldn’t leave her side. But its not the same. I knew I would never forgive myself if old pup passed away without me or the Mr being with her. 

Kokanee

Old pup passed away the same day my nephew was born. She was nearly 15 years old.  The Mr. didn’t tell me until after my nephew was born. So I left the hospital, picked up Princess and met the Mr. at the vet to have old pup cremated. Then Princess and I went back up to the hospital to see my nephew. I really don’t know how to put in words what those series of moments on that day felt like.

waiting for Olive

Less than three days later I headed to the hospital in the city and I waited for my niece to arrive.

Bean and Olive

I feel so blessed to be a part of both my amazing sister’s births. My nephew and niece are perfect.

White Heart

Today I am adjusting to having old pup gone. Starting my courses for Fall. And feeling like. This. Today. Everything that is on my plate at this moment. Is my “new normal”. And its manageable when I can make time for running more often.

Which means I can also come back to something that is about me. For me. Which is blogging. Running. And sharing my life with all of you. Seeing what all of you have been up too. With some form of consistency. In some ways I will be picking up where I left off. Stay tuned. I have some a-may-zing reviews to share with you. And so. So. Much more.

How is your Tuesday going?

What did you done today to be active?

I sure have missed all of you, thank you to those who have reached out to me!  Until next time, always be true to yourself and think like a boss!

Its Time to Be a Mindfully Safe Runner

Run Away

I will be the first to admit I don’t take runner safety seriously. I prefer to run alone. And I prefer to run in the middle of nowhere. Sure I think about safety sometimes. I have had a few scary moments. Or even series of moments. But even so, pepper spray doesn’t always make it out the door with me. And if I hurt myself, chances are I would wait a long while for help. I know. I know. Nowadays that’s probably risky. I guess I am just not ready to let the mean F-ers out there win and steal away my version of a piece of heaven here on earth. But this past week I almost let those mean F-ers out there win.

A woman was attacked on my creek trail. She is a friend of a friend. She is okay. A police report was filed. But now what. It didn’t feel safe to go alone. And remember? I heard about it from a friend. I didn’t read it in the local paper. Or see it on the news. Which means, there is someone who runs. Walks. Or bikes that trail who hasn’t heard about it at all. Which also means the F-er who has yet to be apprehended, might still be out there stalking his prey. Aka. Women runners and walkers. Aka. Me.

Running Safely

My coworker also lives in the area and when I told her about it she took charge of hanging signs on the East side. And I took charge of hanging signs on the West side. So far Buckaroo and I have made two trips on the West side and will make another trip later today. I just don’t think I can hang enough signs.

But even with all the yuckiness. I am not letting that F-er. Or any F-er for that matter spoil my little piece of heaven. Yes. I will carry pepper spray. Yes. I will be more mindful. Yes I will try and run during busier times on the trail. And yes I will be sure to let someone know exactly where I am going to run and when. Because nowadays this is what women need to do. Nowadays this is what I need to do. That’s reality. But I don’t have to like it one bit. Because it isn’t fair. And it makes me want to pack up everything and move to some remote island. But even there I am sure there is something I would need to look out for. Like Bushmen or something.

So I guess my point is. I will be mindful of persons or things that could hurt me. But I will not focus on them. Focusing on anything related to negativity takes something incredibly special and sacred away from me. But yes. I will be more mindful about being safe.

Tiny Roses Big Heart

In other news, training for my half isn’t going that well. But I am making progress. And no. Not the kind of progress that feels like real progress. Just the one foot in front of the other kind of progress. I started the #100happydays photo challenge. I am working on my final project/papers for my classes. My chicken Britney crows, but everyone says she is a hen. I am obsessed with vanilla creamer in my coffee. And there are still review posts to be written. A bit about being busy. And they probably won’t be in that order.

Be honest. Are you a safe runner or walker?

What’s for dinner? We are having BBQ chicken, potato and green salad, homemade mac and cheese and garlic bread. And if I could drink a coffee with vanilla creamer with it I would.

Have you ever ran a race you didn’t train for? How did you do?

Until next time, always be true to yourself and think like a boss!

Every Runner Has a Reason

It’s not very often that I am speechless. Tears streaming down my face. With my heart hurting. But also overflowing with pure gratitude for being a runner. Being able to run. Experiencing everything running has given to me. Remembering everything running has taught me about myself. And being able to see and hear what running can and has given to someone else.

So stop for a moment. Take a deep breath. A tissue on hand is a must. And watch this apso-fing-lutley pure awesomeness. Amazingly. Powerful. Inspiring. And so. So much more. Short video.

I want to meet Ronnie. And I want to hug him because even though we are so different. We live in two different worlds less than 100 miles apart. We are runners. We are one in the same. You see, every runner has a reason. And for that I am grateful.

You can learn more about Ronnie at the donation page for the San Francisco marathon website called “Run with Ronnie” which supports Hospitality House where Ronnie has been able to use their art program studio space. http://www.thesfmarathon.com/runwithronnie/ #runwithronnie

What is your reason to run?
Any fun plans for the weekend?
Until next time, always be true to yourself and think like a boss!