Surviving NJ

Every time I come home from vacation – I come home to stuff – a lot of stuff. Sometimes I don’t realize how much “stuff” I have laying around until I’ve stayed at a hotel or vacation condo for a few days. I like that my bathroom shelf on vacation only has a few essentials on it.

I just got back from a 12 day trip and noticed I have 3 different shampoos in my shower, a couple conditioners, and 4 other products (2 bodywashes, 2 hair treatments)….what the heck do I need with all of that stuff in my shower. Let’s be honest, there’s 1 of each I prefer – so why not just narrow down to those choices. Maybe it comes down to choice…maybe I just like to have a lot of variety or choice in my selection….but honestly, I just think I’ve collected this stuff and it needed a place.

My bathroom counter and sink holds multiple lotions, cleansers and make-up products, though I really rely on just a few. Here I am in my 40’s and I think I’m pretty much done experimenting with what I like or what works for me, and it’s time to pare down to more basics. What do I actually use on a regular basis and what can I let go of?

It’s time. I’m turning my nail closet (yes, I have an entire cabinet with nail products – I do have my license!) into a running cabinet. Let’s put it to use with things I actually use. Of all those products that are in there now, I routinely use maybe 4 or 5….but I probably have about 30. I needed to try them all, it’s just what I wanted at the time. I don’t think I need that anymore.

I want to shed all these extra stuff. I started with books – donated tons of them, and then worked through some clothes. Let’s be honest here…I have a bunch more clothes to sort through – I’ll get there. I just shipped out a bunch of purses I wasn’t using, so I am going through things…a little bit at a time.

I finally got my third and final tattoo. Let me just say, yes it hurt. The good news is it went a lot faster than I thought it would. YEAH for that. I white knuckled through it – and it’s amazing how certain tiny pieces hurt so much more than others. Let me just state now – yes, I know – I’m a wimp. I’m totally okay with that!

I’ll put pics up when I can. My new tattoo is of a sun with the words “Joyful Soul” around it, and then he fixed an older tattoo’s coloring. Happy day, just glad it’s finished!

I’m happy to report that I finished my THIRD half marathon this past weekend. I did one in March, one in April and now one in May. I’m the last person you’d expect to find out there running along, and sometimes it even surprises me how I’m digging down and getting it done.

I don’t write this to boast or brag. I am writing this to reach out and let you know I learned a secret…and I want to share it with you. As much as running a very long distance is physical, it is also a mental challenge. Yeah, you knew that right? Okay – well, what if I told you it was more of a mental challenge than a physical one? I can only tell you my point of view — others may feel differently…but what I find is that once I get moving, the momentum can carry me quite a distance.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s tough work….I mean, you feel it – your entire body feels it….your legs, your feet, your hips, knees, your back — it’s not always a pleasant thing, but it’s those moments WHEN you’re feeling it….and you are DOG TIRED and you just want to stop or sit down…at THOSE moments– that’s where the biggest piece of the race is for many people, myself included…it’s the point where you push PAST those moments and know that you can do it and you will do it anyway.

During my first race, right about mile 8 – I wanted to sit down in the worst way…just for a minute I told myself, just want to rest for a moment….but I kept going. It happened about a zillion other times in my head during the rest of the mileage, but you just keep going.

During my second race, at mile 11.5 I started to cry. I cried for two reasons…I knew I was out there last and slower than EVERYBODY else, but I also realized I was going to stick in and finish it, even though by this point it felt like I was walking on razorblades from the lovely blisters I’d formed on the downhills, but I kept going.

During my last race, this weekend….it was at 11.5 again that a wave came over me. I just wanted it to be OVER….I wanted it to be finished, I thought that 13.1 miles was a stupid, stupid distance and I wasn’t happy, but I kept moving…and I kept going.

All three of those times – when I didn’t want to keep pushing because I was UNCOMFORTABLE, I kept going. I’m bringing this lesson into my life in other ways now….just because I’m uncomfortable doesn’t mean you can/should quit. You keep going and get it done….whatever it is you’re hoping to achieve.

Here’s to getting it done – whatever it is in your life that needs to get done!

Stuck in a rut? Me too. We’re creatures of habit many times – going to the same places, doing the same things over and over again. It works well for the most part. We like places we return to, like to do the things we do but sometimes you’re just looking for something different.

That’s where I’m at.

We eat at the same places, shop at the same places, explore the same places – and I’ve decided I need to find some of those little places that we’ve passed or overlooked time and time again.

Do you have small local places that you never visit? Museums, trails, restaurants, small town events? We’re always looking “other places” for things to do, and never really take the time to do all those little local things that people traveling through find here.

I think I’m going to start exploring some more local stuff…those buildings I pass, those parks I don’t turn into, those restaurants I’ve seen – but never tried….I’m going to break out of my rut by trying to notice things – and try places I’ve not yet gone.

How will you be breaking out of your rut?

Why am I trying to feed my soul? I know the answer to this question…it’s not a secret. It still doesn’t help sometimes…having the answer is only half of the battle.

Sometimes we just have to accept that the growing process takes time — as much as the healing process.

I also know that hormones start a wave inside of my body that creates chaos and confusion. It doesn’t make the hormones any less powerful at that moment in time.

Just because you’ve been driving a path towards a finish line doesn’t mean you won’t get detoured over and over again.

…there are moments of bleakness in piles of joy and happiness. On the see-saw of life, my happiness meter is stacked so well that it’s crazy how one tiny, itty bitty piece of “emotion” can weigh it down.

Feeding the soul — yeah, that’s the ticket. How can you be surrounded by people and still feel alone sometimes? People talking to you, with you, at you…and you see them…you know they are there, but it’s like that screen in your window…it’s still blocking you from the outside….if only you could push that damn screen out of the window so it stops blocking the fresh air.

I know the fresh air will be back. I know the stupid, heavy hormone feeling is clouding my clear thoughts – I know feelings are blown out of proportion…common sense, yes, yes, I know that expression…where is it now?

Sabotage of the soul….it’s a game I play. I don’t want to play it anymore.

Where do these things come from? Emotions that I don’t want to deal with – it’s shopping and eating with me…they become my salvation.

Why can’t I just cry, vent, scream and get it over with…why play these games?

I looked at everything this week to see what it was…this? that? Truly what is at the base of it..if I guess wrong and don’t find that true culprit — well, it just keeps going.

I think I’m finally pinpointing it now…after chocolate, chips, chicken, you name it this morning….why do I do this to myself – sabotage the work I’m putting in….

Control – just when you think you have it- it bites you in the ass and says, yeah right.

I’ve got a bunch of running shirts I’ve picked up and I’ve been thrilled to be buying smaller sizes….but still, even though they fit, it doesn’t mean they look good on…

So – here’s the truth.

I put on my running skirt, a running shirt – look in the mirror (big mistake) – and go, that doesn’t look good on…put on one of your others….big mistake, keep trying shirt after shirt going – sure they fit, but wow, they really don’t flatter…what’s to flatter when you weigh this much.

What happened to my proud moment just weeks ago, finishing a half marathon? Why isn’t that enough?

Why am I in my own home – nobody to impress, toying with my head like this. Why do I insist on focusing on my size, rather than my ability….who cares if I don’t look good running – I’m getting healthy…

The problem is, I do care. I do care what i look like in the mirror…don’t we all to some extent?

I’ve spent the better portion of 2 days looking for a plus size running shirt that I think will be some magical piece of cloth and make my body smaller…appear smaller anyway…I know better. It’s not a cure, so I’ve stopped myself from making purchases before it was too late….and still I waste my time looking…oh look, this one – made for people my size, they only want over $60 for it…here’s a cheap on, go to ebay, check out this one here – different color, different style…it doesn’t matter, it’s just a game I’m playing with myself to cover my feelings.

Even after all of this, i hate to see myself this size in the mirror. I’m working on it, and i”m making progress, but still the progress is slow….

…slow is good, I know that. I’m healing bit by bit, and I’m getting healthier. Heck, I couldn’t run before and I’m running now…in fact I went the distance, and I’m working on doing it again in a few weeks…and still it’s not enough.

Will it ever be enough? Will I find my salvation in a smaller size? I know better than to realize that there’s no magic number. I am just tired of being bigger than everybody else.

I like myself, I do…I just like myself better when there aren’t mirrors around.

Binge over, pity party over…it’s a new moment in time, wipe the slate clean, step out of the fog and move forward.

Conversation with myself:

I hate my body.
Then change it…
I’m trying, but it takes so long.
Get over it.

Don’t undo everything you’ve worked so hard for.
I hate my body.
It’s going to get better, a little bit at a time. It won’t happen fast, but it will happen.

I want it to go faster.
Oh well. It doesn’t.
Time to do the work again…
I know. I just want to cry a little bit first.
Go ahead…cry. When you’re done, you’re body won’t be smaller…you need to do the work.

Enough said! I did it!!!!! My Disney Princess Half Marathon report is here full of details (warning, it’s long).

On the way back from our trip to Orlando, we decided to make a pit stop in South Carolina. My husband booked us a beautiful suite on Hilton Head Island…what a magnificent view, and I also got an incredible hot stone massage while at the resort….something my body desperately needed. Here are a few of the pics from our HHI portion of our trip:

We have so much fun together, so to mix in great locations just adds to the treasure of great company.

Here’s our room with a view. It was a beautiful suite on the 5th floor with a large balcony overlooking the ocean (gorgeous!):

And look at the special treat we got – a rainbow forming right before our eyes! Truly a special moment…

Some of my favorite running phrases are ones that have to do with speed….since I have a lack of speed!

“Some girls chase boys, I pass them!” —- ha, not so much. I’m slow.

“Slow is the new fast.” — only because I can’t be fast.

“Thanks to me you have someone to pass!” — a truer statement will never be spoken.

“I run like a girl, try to keep up.” — yeah, I can’t wear this one either.

** by the way, these great sayings can be found at OneMoreMileRunning.com, along with a bunch of others.

Who knew when I took up running I’d actually stick with it. Go figure — how did that happen? I had a lot of excuses to bow out…and somehow I didn’t. I’m not used to that, and I’m left scratching my head. I fell down some stairs (and YES! I’m STILL having tailbone issues, but I run anyway)…I had 3 colds, a stomach flu – and I keep going. I’m not really sure who I’ve become – other than – a runner. Hmmmm, not sure why or how – but I’m still moving.

I’m heading down to participate in my first 1/2 marathon soon and I have to say – I am not sure what I’m more excited about. Reaching for my goal, or the fact that I haven’t given up yet. It’s a neat place to be in and one I’m not used to seeing. I like this new me….the one who doesn’t give up.

By the way, my race is in Disney. Glad I won’t be running THIS race…it had to be about the worst run race I’ve ever read about!

Anyway, I’ll see you on the flip side and let you know how it goes. All things willing, I’ll have access and be able to toss a post up somewhere along the way. See you on the flip-side!

We’re about to be buried under another foot of snow – yet again. Oh joy! Anyway, we did our classic go out to dinner and hit the store like most of those around us. First off – we needed to go out since we knew we’d be in the house for the next day or two…hence dinner out.

It was at the grocery store that I saw the reality. While people grab bread off the shelves – it was all about the snacks. People don’t want to be trapped indoors without their sweet or savory snacks. It wasn’t chicken and vegetables that people were stocking up on, but chips and cookies.

You could hear crickets in the produce aisle, but it was a battle to make it down the soda and pretzel lane.

Let’s be honest – who wants to be stuck without their favorites….why is it our minds go right to snacks when we know snow is coming? Think about it…when the weather calls for bright and sunny skies, 70 degrees- we aren’t rushing to the store for goodies – we’re itching to be outside – but tell someone there may be a few inches of snow and we’ll face crazy crowds to get those cookies we don’t want to be stuck without.

Don’t worry about me, I have plenty of Diet Coke – life is good for myself and anyone stuck around me!