I Don’t Know How You Do It

“I don’t know how you do it,” said soooo many people.

Honestly, me neither. 

That’s where I’m at right now. As we begin another spring sports season for my two boys, the anxiety attached to adding baseball and football practices and games to an already busy schedule is starting to weigh heavily on my spirits, as well as my hours of nightly shut-eye. 

How in the world am I going to continue to up my weekly mileage when I’m never going to be home?! How do I even fit it in right now?

As I contemplate this, here is what I have come up with.

First, I make sure I plan time for my daily runs. If I know I’m going to have a crazy busy evening, I get my butt out of bed at 4:30 AM and get my run in before work. Fun? No. Necessary? If I want to reach my goals…absolutely.

That’s me after a 4:30 AM 5 mile run. I felt pretty proud to get that one done before work!

Next, I make spending time with my family a priority. What that means is that I rarely get my weekday runs done between the hours of 6 AM and 8:30 PM because my kids are awake during that time, and I’m either at work or hanging out with them. 

We love to go on adventures, and if my running took too much time away from that, it would be harder for my family to support it. Luckily, my husband is awesome about helping me get my runs in 🙂  But, I try hard to not interfere too much with family time because it’s really important to me. 

Next, I don’t rely on anyone but myself when it comes to my runs. I just don’t have the time to accommodate anyone else’s schedule. This might sound selfish, but really it’s not. Believe me, I would MUCH rather run with friends, but I just can’t afford to take extra time to make that happen very often. So, I sometimes end up running a LONG ways by myself.

That’s me after running my half marathon “race” that was on the schedule all by myself. Originally I was supposed to run it with my sister, but due to family illness those plans fell through. I tried hard to find a replacement buddy, but couldn’t be flexible on time, location, or pace….so…no buddy. And I survived. Barely.

Those are the big ways that I prioritize my schedule and manage to “do it.” But honestly, that makes it sound like I really have my life put together in a nice, pretty package. 

Here are the other ways that I manage to make it happen:

  • My house is a mess about 90% of the time
  • Laundry is rarely done or put where it belongs
  • Dinners aren’t always planned and we eat Little Caesars at least once a week
  • Bills are sometimes late
  • Lunches aren’t always healthy
  • Notes are sometimes late being returned to the boys’ teachers
  • I don’t watch TV unless I’m on the treadmill
  • We run out of dog food…and sometimes human food
  • I only get my hair cut and highlighted about twice a year
  • My toes and fingernails are gross…no time for manis and pedis here 🙂
  • Date nights? What are those? 
  • I drink wine 🙂
  • And I say a lot of prayers
And that’s my reality. 

Sparkle.Pounce.Be a duck.


Why I Will Never Have a Six Pack…

Current situation: I am two and a half months into the hardest marathon training plan of my life. Goal time = 3 hours and 30 minutes with a trip to Boston in 2017. 

At least twice a week, the workout that is on my training plan literally scares me. I get nervous about it while sitting at work during the day, wondering if I’ll even be able to complete the workout at the speed and incline that is planned. So far, I HAVE been able to complete the workouts, but they push my mental and physical limits each and every time. And often include an emergency bathroom break…

One would think that this increase in frequency and intensity of my workouts would mean that I should be well on my way to a six pack by this point. I mean really, I am working my butt off! I feel like I deserve this long, sought after physical attribute! Right?!

Apparently not.

While perusing Pinterest one day last week, I came across a blog post about what I need to do if I REALLY want a six pack. Everyone says “abs are made in the kitchen”, and I can understand that, but I feel like I’ve given the diet change a fair chance and I still have not gained the beautiful ab muscles that I’m longing for. See below:

I don’t know who that girl is, but those abs are ah-mazing. 

Anyway…what this blog told me is that I have to be willing to sacrifice a few things that I am absolutely not willing to sacrifice ALL THE TIME. And, more than that, it’s just not realistic for my lifestyle. 

First, I need to completely say good-bye to “happy hour”. Ummm…no. I LOVE me a glass of wine, hard cider (preferably Blake’s Flannel Mouth), or Fat Tire on a regular basis. Totally not willing to give those up indefinitely. 

Also, I need to give up social outings with friends because they A.) will not have foods that I should eat, and B.) often lead to not getting enough sleep. And, according to this blog, I have to always eat the right foods and always get enough sleep. Heeelllllooooo, life of a working mom! Hahahaha! There’s zero chance that I can guarantee I’ll get enough sleep…ever. And, I certainly don’t plan to say no to social outings just because they won’t have the right food for me to eat! If I have to choose between time with friends or having perfect abs, I’m going with friends every time. Plus, I definitely like to indulge in unhealthy foods every so often. 

For example, last weekend I did a 14 mile run on Saturday morning. After the run I was starving, but the only thing that sounded good was Little Ceasar’s Crazy Bread. And because I had just run 14 miles, I went ahead and bought myself a bag. And I ate it. All of it. By myself. And it was delicious. 

Good-bye, dreams of a six pack. 

In the end, I guess I’m just going to come to grips with the fact that I’m a 35 year old mom who is going to look like this on my runs…

And not so much like this….

And that is okay. 

Last time I checked it wasn’t all that cool for moms to walk around in crop tops anyway 😉

Sparkle.Pounce.Be healthy.Be You.


Comparing Myself To Others

Everyone knows that quote, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” And I can agree with that on many counts. But, lately, comparison has been the thing that has stopped me from feeling sorry for myself.

A couple of weeks ago, some skunks moved in under my house and stunk up the place so bad that my family had to move out. Literally. We moved into the one room loft apartment above our detached garage. After one week in the apartment my husband built the boys their own bedroom. That pretty much saved my sanity. We went from a 3 bedroom, 3 bathroom home, to a one ROOM, one bathroom loft. 

Through all of this, comparing my situation to others’ situations has really helped me put things into perspective. 

It is not a rare occurrence to hear about friends whose kids are in the hospital, parents are diagnosed with cancer, babies are lost to miscarriage, and on and on. Me? I have a cold. That’s it.

I just finished listening to the book “Fast Girl” by Suzy Favor Hamilton. Holy. Moly. I didn’t know the Suzy Hamilton story (Olympic runner turned high-end Vegas escort). And, if you don’t, I recommend Googling it. It’s crazy. The book itself was hard for me to listen to because it did not align with my moral compass, but the insight into bipolar disease was pretty eye-opening and left me feeling extremely grateful for my mental health. 

Then, I just started to listen to the book “A Stolen Life: A Memoir” by Jaycee Dugard. It is the story of the girl who was kidnapped in 1991 when she was 11 years old (I was also 11 years old in 1991…) and kept by her kidnappers for 18 years. EIGHTEEN YEARS! I can’t even wrap my brain around that. 

My life in a one room apartment with my husband, two kids, and a dog is sunshine and rainbows compared to SO MANY peoples’ situations. 

Yesterday, I got a snow day and my sister-in-law offered to watch my boys for a bit so I could have some “me” time. Ah-mazing.

Tonight, as I was tucking my boys into bed I told them that I was heading over to the house to run on the treadmill and that I wouldn’t be back for quite a while. Liam, my 10 year old, asked how long I would be over there. I said it would be at least an hour. His response, “That’s not a long time.”

Me: “It’s going to feel like a long time.”

Liam (in a snotty, 10 year old voice): “Mom, I thought you LIKED to run…”

Me: “I do. But this is going to be a really hard workout…”

I do. I like to run. I GET to run. I am getting faster and stronger and my body is holding up. It’s amazing. I am blessed. Compared to others, or not. My life is pretty special…skunks and all.

Sparkle.Pounce.Be Grateful.