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Thursday, October 28, 2010

Wilson Phillips? Seriously?

Last weekend I went to a high school class reunion(more about that later), and part of the swag was a CD of the classic songs we used to listen to. I was driving home from work yesterday and Wilson Phillips "Hold On" came on. It has been a rough couple of weeks and I found myself first crying, then being encouraged by the song. Totally different set of issues but I laughed at getting so emotional over Wilson Phillips of all things.

Once I got the motions under control, I cheered myself up with a little "Lay Your Hands On Me". Maybe you had to grow up with Bon Jovi, but if you haven't heard this one in awhile, do yourself a favor and give it a listen.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

It's a Fine Line...

...between looking stylish and looking like Mrs. Roper. I think my dress today is just barely on the stylish side of the line. If not, at least I'm comfortable.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

I'm a Big Boy Now

You may remember this cute little guy. Mr. Miles to you.

He had a big birthday which we celebrated all weekend. Today I called and when he answered I asked "is this my baby boy?", which is what I always say. He told me "I'm not a baby, I'm 4" and wouldn't even go along with me calling him baby. Man, I guess once you start preschool you are on the downhill slide to old age.
Luckily Jesse and Ada still let me call them my baby girls, must be a girl thing.

Sunday, October 3, 2010


So, it was the St. George marathon this weekend. I got sick a few weeks ago and was left with a nagging cough and lack of sleep. That along with the fact that it was hotter than I have ever experienced at the marathon let me know that this was not my year for a PR, or anywhere close. Starting with that in mind made this a very different race for me. Not only did I slow down physically, but I slowed down mentally, I spent more time observing and really just enjoying the experience. It was one of my slowest, but definitely one of the most memorable.
As I ran, I observed and thought about so many people that inspired me, made me not only want to run better, but just to be better. Here's what inspired me yesterday:
1. My brother Jarin, and every other runner that completed their first marathon. I am so proud.
2. The gentleman in a wheelchair struggling up the Veyo hill at a snails pace. I was in awe of his determination.
3. The woman who stopped by her husband and kids, to get a glucose monitor and test her blood sugar. It made me remember how lucky I am that any health issues I have had were very temporary.
4. The friend who conquered very difficult circumstances to show up, and to finish.
5. The little kids who cheer and high five, and treat the slowest of runners like a superstar.
6. The volunteers. People think I am crazy to get up at 4:00 in the morning to run the marathon. How about the people who get up hours before that just to support it. Thank you.
7. My dad who had heart surgery in June, and still ran strong enough to encourage me throughout the race.
8. The man in a wheelchair near the finish with a large sign that said "mind over matter". Again, what amazing strength to encourage thousands of people doing something that he cannot do.
9. The men and women in the 70+ age categories. I only hope to have that much vitality when I am that age.
10. My family, the ones who were there in person, waiting in the hot sun and giving me something to look forward to; the ones who couldn't be there but called and encouraged, and of course, Tim, who ran a great marathon and every day inspires me to be a little better.
11. And the poster that gave me a mantra for the race, and maybe for life: EAT, PRAY, LOVE, RUN. Really, what more is there?