tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109832682024-03-07T08:05:03.003-06:00Unequivocally Moe“I aim here only at revealing myself, who will perhaps be different tomorrow, if I learn something new which changes me.” – Montaigne~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.comBlogger1803125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-45495534815923101812016-03-10T17:11:00.003-06:002016-03-10T17:11:33.436-06:00Canva!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-57600536681781910292016-03-10T17:04:00.001-06:002016-03-10T17:04:10.170-06:00Low hanging fruitToday's Brave Blogging prompt - actually this was from a few days ago - I'm a little behind - is: "In the spirit of getting some words on the page, let's go for the low hanging fruit.<br />
What
can you share that you know like the back of your hand? What story have
you told over and over? Or what's current for you? What's sonething
that just happened or has been capturing your imagination?"<br />
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What do I know like the back of my hand? My daughter, but I have another blog for that so I'm not going to go into that here.<br />
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The current thing in my life is my desire to get back into running and find myself again. I look back to my life in 2009 when it was all running, all the time. I can still remember my best run, one August night after work when I just felt AWESOME and ran 10 miles. I remember being on the bike path and counting my miles via the mile markers. I'd get to a point and calculate how many miles I will have run if I turn around, and then go a little farther. It was such a great moment, one I wish I could regain.<br />
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I'm scheduled to run the Irishman this weekend. I've been sick the last 24 hours, so I'm a little hesitant to go run in 48 hours, but I also feel like I need to do this. I need to do it for me. The 5K of the Irishman was my first race ever, back in 2007, when I started running. I now run all three - the 5Miler, 5K and 1Miler.<br />
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It's been a struggle. Initially all was well: my hubby would watch the kid, maybe bring her down for the St. Patty's parade which immediately follows the 1Miler, or keep her at home and I'd have my day. But now he's working so I have to get sitters. My Mom is watching her for the first few hours, and then we're trying something new where one of her teachers at DayCare is going to come and watch her until I get home. We'll see how all this goes. ~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-62722347564234039742016-03-01T21:13:00.000-06:002016-03-01T21:24:07.608-06:0025 Random Things about MeAs a way of rejuvenating my blog and my writing, something I've been wanting to do for awhile now, I signed up for Brave Blogging via the ever-impressive Andrea Scher of Superhero Designs. I've taken many-a class from Andrea and I'm really excited for this one.<br />
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Our first prompt - a favorite meme - "25 Random Things about Me". Here we go:<br />
<ol>
<li>I really am a redhead, despite my hair looking fairly brown.</li>
<li>I didn't get married until I was 37.</li>
<li>My first kid was at 38.</li>
<li>My favorite food is popcorn.</li>
<li>I haven't had more than 3 alcoholic drinks in a year in over 5 years.</li>
<li>I enjoyed being pregnant.</li>
<li>I wouldn't mind being pregnant again but I'm terrified about having a kid now when I'm 41 now and probably wouldn't pop one out until I'm 42.</li>
<li>But I worry that I'm spoiling my kid by letting her be a single.</li>
<li>I love to run.</li>
<li>I don't get enough time to run.</li>
<li>I used to hate the treadmill, but I'm coming to appreciate it more.</li>
<li>I have completed 6 marathons. </li>
<li>I have ran multiple half marathons.</li>
<li>I prefer half marathons to full marathons, but I signed up for one more of each for later this year.</li>
<li>My favorite colors are blue, green and black.</li>
<li>I know how to knit... square things - blankets mostly. </li>
<li>I want to learn to embroider.</li>
<li>I want to go to Ireland.</li>
<li>I have friends in Wales.</li>
<li>I collect Trixie Belden books.</li>
<li>I love the "Great Brain" series. </li>
<li>My favorite smells are sawdust, chocolate chip cookies, apple pie, freshly cut grass, crisp winter air, fresh rain, and my girl's hair.</li>
<li>I love to sleep.</li>
<li>I wish I didn't have to work, yet I love my job (most days).</li>
<li>I have been with my boss for 9 years. He's moving on in May and I'm really nervous about who is going to come in next. </li>
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~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-53076958035579623342013-04-19T15:02:00.001-05:002013-04-19T15:02:38.833-05:00My brain hurtsI've been freaking out a bit this week. Last Monday, the 15th, when all the shit was hitting the fan in Boston, I realized that I have 3 months to Little Moe's due date. <br />
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That's three months to:<br />
<ul>
<li>Get the baby's room ready</li>
<li>Gain some more weight (but not much more!)</li>
<li>Buy stuff for Little Moe so she won't be naked all the time (though if she's like her father, she'll want to be)</li>
<li>Figure out this breastfeeding stuff</li>
<li>Get some sleep before I won't be sleeping ever again</li>
<li>Exercise so I'm not a total pudge during delivery</li>
<li>Get all my projects done at home so I don't have to think about those when I'm trying to learn how to take care of Little Moe</li>
</ul>
I also have only three months to:<br />
<ul>
<li>Figure out how much time I'm taking off of work (I'd like to take 12 wks, but I'm thinking I might do 9 full weeks and then come back half time for 3 more - I don't know).</li>
<li>Figure out who is going to cover for me while I'm gone</li>
<li>How to train said person or persons for basically everything I do</li>
<li>How to get them paid</li>
<li>How to sleep at night worrying about if they're doing it okay or not</li>
<li>How to sleep at night wondering if they're doing it better than me </li>
</ul>
The biggest issue is that I have no idea who's going to sit at my desk. My boss is all about stealing people from other areas, which is great, but my job is more than just sitting at the desk and answering phones. And it's not just normal projects, it's a bunch of little stuff. And if it ends up being not one person, but several, then there's little continuity, so whatever information I put together for them will have to be detailed and understandable and accessible. Right now I have a lot on a secured shared drive, so I'm trying to figure out what I can take off and put where, so whoever he steals from wherever can access it.<br />
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So do I make a list of "How to do Moe's job" in detail - down to the last step, or do I just say screw it, let them only answer the phones and let it the rest pile up and I'll do it when I get back? And if I do make a list - how detailed do I get? I'm also worried about my email, because I only have so much space and everything comes through me. We do have a telework agreement in place, so I am debating on bringing home the laptop, but not sure the boss will allow that (and I think hubby would disown me if I did).<br />
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On top of that, my backup for a lot of stuff may also be gone during the same time frame, which will really suck. That's still up in the air - and I'm waiting confirmation on that. <br />
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I'm seriously considering working a half day, at least, each week while I'm on maternity leave, just so I can keep up with stuff and check on things - even if it's a Friday afternoon when most people are gone, just so I can go through email and do the little projects that aren't bad, but are a little tough to explain. <br />
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I don't know. My boss doesn't seem too worried yet. But then again, he's better under pressure (I usually am too, but the clock seems to be ticking a little too fast these days). <br />
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Less than three months!!! AAAARRRGGHHH! I don't need this stress. Oh and add on top of that: I have my 2-hour glucose test on Monday and I have this feeling of dread that my doctor is going to want to put me on bed rest, which will really screw up my life. Praying that doesn't happen.<br />
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Anything else in my life that I can worry about? lol~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-64073592024109470822013-04-02T13:26:00.001-05:002013-04-02T13:26:52.463-05:00My friends are awesomeSo today my friend Amy was posting on FB about her plight with her yoga class. I'm her biggest fan so I'm often encouraging her to run, walk, yoga, whatever. So I, of course, sent her some encouraging words and cheered her on to keep going.<br />
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Her response?<br />
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"I love you, Moe, but shut up." <br />
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I busted out laughing. In fact, when she followed it up with, "Just kidding! (maybe)" I was laughing so hard I had tears rolling down my face. She's awesome. <br />
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Love you, Amy!<br />
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~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-71624510178387365252013-03-24T21:34:00.002-05:002013-03-24T21:34:48.335-05:00M's sleepingI've been trying to keep two blogs as of late. M and I started one for us when we got engaged, and I'm finally caught up wit h that one, but I didn't want to give up on this one, too. I don't know if it's so I can still feel sort-of "me" even though I'm now part of this twosome, or what. But there are times when what I do is really just my thing, so for now I'm going to keep this one going.<br />
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The last couple weeks have been a blur. M's mom got sick - ended up in the hospital and then we moved her to a nursing home. He's been stressing a LOT with everything dealing with that issue, which in turn has caused me a bit o' stress, causing digestive issues. Last week I was home two afternoons sick and finally last Sunday I felt better. M got sick this past Thursday, much worse than me, and he's been down for the count the last two days. So after a long day of trying every remedy we can think of to make him feel better, I put him to bed and told him I'd sleep on the couch for another night (he's extremely worried I'm going to catch what he has.) I already told him he's not going to work tomorrow. We'll see if he listens. :)<br />
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Yesterday, in an attempt to do a few Moe things, I went for a walk/jog with my friend Sara. The weather was decent - 30 at 9:30am - and we had a group fun-run happening in town. I wasn't going to go but deep down I really wanted to see how I could handle it. I didn't run a lot but I did jog a little through intersections and parking lots, just to see.<br />
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Honestly, it felt really good, other than a little bit of belly bounce. I need to get a belly band or something to help hold Little Moe in place. My abs are basically gone since I can't do crunches or situps, so there's not much holding my abs upright when I'm running around. But the fresh air felt great, and the exercise was awesome.<br />
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I know they say prego's can run throughout their pregnancy if they've been running prior to getting knocked up. The bad thing is, I had taken a month off after my awful marathon, trying to get back into the swing of things when I did get pregnant. And suddenly I was exhausted ALL.the.Time. so exercising was the last thing on my mind. The last couple months have been awful for weather and, while I've done some yoga and elliptical, I haven't been consistent enough. (I really should move south for the winter so I can exercise outside where I'm most happy.) But now, the weather is getting better and seeing the runners out makes me itch to lace up the shoes. But now I fear I'm too late to start.<br />
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I don't know. I'm frustrated in losing myself a little with this new little person soon to be around. People keep saying my whole life will change, and I know it will, but I think I'm allowed a little grief at losing my non-mom life for a bit. ~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-70021015337682074252013-03-04T19:36:00.000-06:002013-03-17T19:36:32.594-05:00Countin' the moneyToday was my first official day of being an offering counter. Dave, Jess and I were on tap today. I got the updates from Jess on her ultrasound last week. She's had quite a life - a miscarriage and a stillborn on top of her other 2 kids - so the fact she's quite big for only being 32 weeks is quite concerning.<br />
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But we had fun. She's a card and so we had lots of laughs and kind of confused Dave. Oh well. We had one funny moment K&E will enjoy:<br />
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Church Secretary: "Moe?"<br />
Me: "Yes?"<br />
CS: "Do you want offering envelopes?"<br />
Me: (quite in shock, but starting to chuckle) "Sure, that'd be great."<br />CS: "Well, I noticed that you have been using the kids ones."<br />Me: "I just use whatever's in the pew."<br />
CS: "Well, this way you have your own and I'll just assign you a number. You can have envelopes, you know."<br />
Me (as I looked at Jess and started to really chuckle out loud): "Well....I'm not really a member here."<br />Jess BUSTED out laughing<br />
CS (a little flustered): "Well, you can still have envelopes. It's easier to track."<br />
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So I have envelopes now! Those, along with the ones for the other church that I used to frequent (Ole's church), should help me to donate somehow to the church.~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-42629634551636872862013-02-28T21:27:00.000-06:002013-03-17T19:28:00.748-05:00More volunteeringLast year, I got involved with my running pals in planning a 5K for a neighboring town. Sadly, due to work, I wasn't able to partake in the day-of activities.<br />
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This year, the same group is getting together again. Somehow, I've been handed the task of Facebook page management. This should be interesting. Granted, I'm on FB all the time, but I'm still trying to figure out what the Race Director's vision is for this. For now, I'll just keep working on it.<br />
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So Tuesday, I had lunch with the RD and Peter, whom the RD wanted to also do the FB updates. But since Peter tweets more than I do, he's going to take on the Twitter page and I have FB. The fun part is I'll have some giveaways and basically can put up whatever I want that's running or race related. It should be good.<br />
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Tonight, we had a full-on team meeting which was fun. Despite the fact that I'm not really running right now (which I do miss, and I am thinking of trying to take it up even though I'm at 20 weeks), it's fun to get together with runners. I miss these days.<br />
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I know I'm pathetic. I'm growing a person, I shouldn't be all upset that I'm missing out on things like running, but I am. I need to figure out some new release. ~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-41303422470111523562013-02-24T21:41:00.000-06:002013-03-13T21:42:30.951-05:00No sex, please! Just books.Today Mom and I went to the community theater to see "No Sex, please. I'm British!" This was a fun mom-daughter day. (We also had lunch - fun!)<br />
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Anyway, it was the Q-tip crowd so when the lead actress was pretty quiet at the beginning and not projecting very well, several people around us started muttering (or talking right out loud), "She needs to be louder!" or "I can't hear her!" or "What did she say?" ugh.<br />
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The play was fun though and it was really nice to spend the afternoon with Mom. We need to do that more often. <br />
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After I got home, I headed south to Kari's for our first night of book club. She had put out a request on Facebook if anyone was interested and while she initially intended it for the youth in her church, she had half a dozen of us adult types who wanted to read too.<br />
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So we're reading "Red Letter Revolution". It's an interesting read by Shane Claibourne and Tony Campolo. It'll will truly engage our minds on this one, and it's really nice to have some interaction with adults who aren't talking about work all the time. It'll be fun for the rest of the spring. ~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-28614685281079329532013-02-18T21:35:00.000-06:002013-03-13T21:36:23.977-05:00Trying to volunteer moreI made M volunteer to help at church last month, so when I saw a request for offering counters I thought it might be my turn.<br />
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So today I was "trained" on how to count the offering bags. It seemed a little crazy and very disorganized, but maybe that was just our "leader" Dave. I did get to meet Jess and Shelly. Jess is pregnant and due in a couple months, so I'm hoping she and I can become friends so I can pick her brain.<br />
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This was pretty fun though. I do like to count money and it brought back memories of working at Arby's. I hope to be able to help more in the future. ~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-83912979330393515852013-02-14T08:38:00.002-06:002013-02-14T08:38:30.071-06:00A regroup of ashSo yesterday I posted my plan for my 40 day long Lenten journey. I put it on facebook, but I think I'll be taking it down today. Because this morning, I read a sermon by the famous <a href="http://www.patheos.com/blogs/nadiabolzweber/2013/02/ash-wednesday-sermon-the-crap-we-give-our-hearts-to/" target="_blank">Sarcastic Lutheran</a>, Nadia (whom I went to sem with) and I have had a change of heart. <br />
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Not that yesterday's plan isn't a good one. These are things I need to fix in my life, but like I said in the last paragraph, Lent is a time to come closer to God. Not biting my nails and reading fun books isn't really going to get me there. <br />
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Nadia's point that we give so much of our hearts to so many things that cannot love us back is so true. I give my time/heart/love to stupid things - like Facebook or food - when I should be making more time for Mike, my family, for God. And the funny thing is, I feel empty inside - I NEED God's grace more now than ever. <br />
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So while my plan yesterday is good for me as a person, my soul needs some work. <strike>Finding</strike> Making time to pray and return to God needs to be at the forefront. The rest will come. <br />
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From Nadia's sermon:<br />
That’s what Ash Wednesday and Lent is…a thousand opportunities to return to God with all you heart. Returning again to the only thing in which we have any true self-hood …and that is the eternal and divine love of God. The eternal and divine love of God which created you from dust and breath. The eternal and divine love of God to which you will return after your last breath when again you are dust.<br />
<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">12</span></sup>Yet even now, says the Lord,<br />
return to me with all your heart,<br />
with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning;<br />
<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">13</span></sup>rend your hearts and not your clothing.<br />
Return to the LORD, your God,<br />
for he is gracious and merciful,<br />
slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love.<br />
Amen.<br />
~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-18888675226881391192013-02-13T08:32:00.000-06:002013-02-14T08:32:13.085-06:00A little ash<div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix">
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Today is Ash Wednesday. I fully intend to get my ash in church, which is much needed these days.<br />
A lot of my friends are talking about what they are "giving up" for Lent - whether it's beer, wine, facebook, etc. I like this concept - the idea that we sacrifice something we like to make room for other focuses.<br />
But I also subscribe the concept of adding something into your life that is beneficial, that can help you grow as a person, or changing your life to make it better to being open to receiving God. I've heard of folks taking their lunch money (or what they would normally spend on lunch) and giving it to a worthy cause either daily or at the end of the 40 days (plus Sundays). I've heard of folks adding meditation into their daily routine to help them become closer to God. I like these ideas.<br />
Mine are pretty basic this year, but full and with lots of explanation and underlying meaning.<br />
<ul>
<li>In January I stopped biting my nails, in an attempt to 'become a girl', and let them grow. I did really well until last week. One snagged and ripped, so I had to trim it down. Then another did the same. In my trimming, they became rough and ick, so I started gnawing on just those two to try to 'clean them up' (I really need to invest in a good file). My nails are back to <em>my </em>normal, which isn't good. So my <strong>FIRST </strong>Lenten discipline is to not bite my nails. They did look nice when they were longer, I just need to not let them get <em>as </em>long so they don't snag.</li>
<li>Also in January, Mike and I took a concerted approach to church and made it more of a priority. He already volunteered to help with building the Faith Boxes for the church's newly baptized members. I am getting training next week to help count offering on Mondays (since I have that day off). And as for going to church we have only missed for guard drill and last week when we weren't feeling well and the weather was crap. It's great to be back in the church community. I'll be attending Wednesday services, too, and hope that he'll join me when he's not with his mom. So the <strong>SECOND </strong>is to continue to include church in our lives more fully. </li>
<li>Over the weekend, Mike and I realized that we both really need to get back into an exercise routine. Winter is bad for us as our motivation lacks and it's just so much easier to sleep in or curl up on the couch at night. So yesterday, we got up at 5am to work out. He's going gung-ho, which is great, and started back with P90X. I'm going a little slower but steady with yoga and the elliptical. I wasn't sure if I'd make it this morning too, but I did and I do feel better because of it. So my <strong>THIRD </strong>add is to keep exercise in my morning routine. I need it - bad - on so many levels. </li>
<li>This is starting to seem like a lot, but if you didn't have my long explanations, it would be quite short, really. My <strong>FOURTH </strong>plan is to read more and to take time for me. I haven't read a book in a VERY long time, and I really found I've missed it. This past weekend I needed something to read so I started the Harry Potter series...again. I'm almost done with Book 3 and, while I will finish the rest of the series - because I'm anal that way, I really want to read some other books and get back into a routine to take time for me. I do have quite a few books I've purchased over the last year, so I'm not lacking for books, I just need to shut off the TV and read. </li>
<li>My <strong>FIFTH </strong>and probably final, because I may be setting myself up for failure here, is to find and acknowledge the good in my day, each and every day. I really am blessed with great friends, awesome family, a loving husband, great job, and so much more. There are days when the world gets me down and I forget that. I once attempted a gratitude journal - it lasted a day. My hope is to revive that and really think about and acknowledge my blessings each day. </li>
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Lent doesn't have to be filled with darkness and depression. It's a time to reflect and find a way to be closer to God. I'm not sure if my plan will get me there, but I have hope that it will help me to be a better person all around which will lead me closer to God in the end.</div>
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~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-19369268026790784152013-02-05T21:46:00.000-06:002013-03-13T20:47:05.549-05:00West Side StoryThis is becoming a habit, but I'm not complaining. Kari and I went to West Side Story tonight. It was playing at the Pavilion and we both wanted to see it. She gets season tickets so she invited me along.<br />
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This one is a bit of the opposite from Les Miz. I think I actually prefer the movie version of this one. The acting was good, but the staging and choreography was weird. There were times it I wondered if the choreographer was getting paid by the step, and at other times if she/he had just run out of ideas because the actors just stood there.<br />
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Example of the latter - During "Something's comin'", the actor playing Tony stood at the front of the stage, a single spotlight on him and just stood there singing. Don't get me wrong, he sang well, but if I was Tony and I was anticipating something exciting happening, I might be doing more than just standing still. But that's just me.<br />
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Lighting was okay, but a couple times it was abrasive. At the end of the song I just mentioned, they had wheeled in the "balcony" with Maria standing on it. All of a sudden the spot was BAM! on her and it was so striking that it didn't feel right. Had they eased into it, it would have made more sense.<br />
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The other thing I didn't quite understand, and maybe it was just a movie thing or lack of understanding on my part (both theatrically as well as the language barrier) - often the Latinos would slip into Spanish - in the middle of a song or dialogue for several lines, leaving me, the listener, to piecemeal what was being said.<br />
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Other than all that, it was a pretty good play, just not my favorite. ~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-38146286145026909842013-01-21T20:36:00.000-06:002013-03-13T20:36:47.416-05:00Les Miz!Today was a big day for me. I got to see Les Miserables again - this time on the big screen. The movie came out in December, but M had no interest in going ("It's all singing, isn't it?"), so when Kari and I made plans to get together, we decided this would be an ideal event (since her husband didn't want to go either).<br />
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I'm so glad we did. Even if the stage show will always be superior, the movie was pretty good. I was impressed with the editing - especially during "I dreamed a dream" where basically the camera was just on Anne Hathaway the entire time. Up close, tight shot, and on the big screen, you could just feel the emotion running through her. I was bawling like a baby - and I couldn't even chalk it up to hormones (though I'm sure that helped).<br />
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I still think I prefer it on stage, mostly because the acting and set is so powerful, but this was good. And it was nice to have a girl's day even if it was only in the theater, snacking on popcorn and sipping a slushy. :)~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-44421462798552392512013-01-18T23:31:00.000-06:002013-03-13T20:32:29.745-05:00Girls night!Last month I drug Sallie out to Color Me Mine for a little pottery painting. Once a month the store has a thing called "Diva's Dish and Design" where they walk you through a pattern which you can put on any product in the store. I had wanted to do this for a while, and both Sallie and I needed a break, so we did that.<br />
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That one turned out so well that we decided to do it again for January. This time we invited our new chaplain's wife, Sharon, along for the fun. We had a blast. Funny thing was neither Sallie nor I were drinking, but Sharon brought wine. Whoops. She had some, which was great so I didn't feel too bad.<br />
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Our project was a Cocktail Time platter with bowl set - very retro looking. Our biggest issue was picking out the colors we were going to use. I swear that took at least an hour. I'm very indecisive (shocker!) and last month's project was much simpler...it was trees! How do mess up trees? But with the retro look, we wanted to get the scheme just right.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mine - kind of a blue, weird green-blue and their "new pink" which reminded me of coral for my Daiquiri</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sallie went with a tan, purple and lime green (a true margarita in the glass!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sharon's upside down, but you get the gist. Her's was a different blue than mine, a slightly different tan and then the new pink for her Cosmo.</td></tr>
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It was truly a fun night. I love painting and even if it turns out icky, they still are fun to do. The next couple month's projects aren't as cool, so I probably won't be doing them. But maybe in April I'll go again. Of course March is Easter so maybe they'll have their egg painting days again so Jake, Ava, Kevin and I can paint. :) ~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-90329464954216990592012-11-04T20:00:00.000-06:002013-02-17T18:01:24.095-06:00Lefse time!!I had been lamenting a couple weeks ago that I was getting the itch to make some lefse. I don't eat the stuff, but I do enjoy making it. So Tre talked with her mom, Connie, and we made a date. I headed up after work to Tre's new place and we got busy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at that perfection! HA!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An almost perfect lefse circle!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tre's lefse circle!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, I make noises when I'm unrolling lefse onto the griddle.</td></tr>
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We had so much fun we're looking for another day to make some more. We'll just have to find a time that works. Thanks for the fun, ladies! :)~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-24573210795368880592012-10-20T08:22:00.000-05:002013-02-17T17:22:48.096-06:00Expo time!Each year, Mom and I have a date. We go to the Expo for Her in town and make a day of it. We get there early, of course, so we can get the free goodie bag. You have to get there early because they only give out 100. So we make camp.<br />
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One year, I called Bridget and asked her to bring us lunch because we couldn't leave the line once we got there. The next year we camped out with cribbage, books and snacks and then ran stuff out to the car just before they opened the doors.<br />
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This year, we calmed down a bit and just brought a few snacks. I skipped the purse and just carried my water and such in a drawstring bag that I could carry on my back. We end up getting one of those reusable bags, so it's just easier not to carry a purse and have so much more to handle through the crowds. The reusable bag is bad enough.<br />
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Once we get inside, we immediately head to a chair area to go through our bag. This year we did stop for wine samples first. Note to self: If you find a sample you like, buy it right away. I went back today and the wine I liked was already sold out. *shakes head*<br />
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The goodie bag actually is worth the time we sit on a cold, tile floor for hours waiting to get in. One year I got a t-shirt. The last couple years we've gotten plants. There's always good samples in and sometimes just fun stuff. This year I got a headband - one of those stretchy ones - and this one actually stays on my head.<br />
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But the best part of it all is that Mom and I get to spend some time together. I love these days. It's a nice break from reality and mother/daughter time is always good. <br />
~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-269503187032392802012-10-11T18:56:00.000-05:002013-02-17T16:56:29.898-06:00A gift from PLullI came home to this today:<br />
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<br />~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-41738617888161678062012-10-08T15:49:00.000-05:002013-02-17T15:53:55.151-06:00TCMThis weekend I did something that I haven't done in a very long time - actually, ever. I ran a marathon without anyone to schlepp for me. In fact, I had no one to even travel with or meet up for the weekend. I don't know that I'll ever do that again. I know some runners can do that, but it didn't work for me. While I don't need someone riding alongside of me throughout the race, having someone to run TO makes a big difference.<br />
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Anyway, the weekend started rough. Mike was shingling the shop, so he couldn't come along. I forgot my race packet which I discovered when I was just past the Minnesota border, so I had to turn back. That threw me off. My room was still good, and I had my normal hotel, but I wasn't feeling all that confident.<br />
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So I went and picked up my packet. I at least had a good race number - all of my favorites: 3, 7, 11. That should have been a good omen. But again, I was just feeling nervous.<br />
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The meal was good and the hot water did help my hands. I went back upstairs and laid out my clothes. Of course I brought several options and would determine in the morning what I was going to wear. The weather was iffy. It was cool, which is normally nice to run in, but also possibly a little damp. And since I haven't been training I wasn't really ready for any of it. <br />
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The next morning I got up, more nervous than I have ever been for a race - even my first marathon. This one I just wasn't sure what to expect. I got my standards together, checked the weather, checked for extra essentials since I was on my own, and got ready to go. I took my obligatory picture, too.<br />
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I decided to go with the black t-shirt over top of my standard green top, just because it seemed a bit cool. I also had my headband for my ears. I figured if I had to lose either one, that would be okay. I ended up keeping both.<br />
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I rode the train and got to the Dome with plenty of time to get ready, and to be more nervous. TMI moment - I think I pooped more this morning than I ever have before a race. Actually I know that to be true.<br />
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I called Mike around 7:30, before I headed to the corral and I was a mess. I probably should have just turned around and went back home at that point, but my Scandinavian stubbornness won out. As I cried into the phone to Mike, he did his best to motivate me and tell me how awesome I am. If only I had believed it.<br />
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I stood in the corral and despite the sun, I was cold. I was tense and shivering for the 20 minutes prior to getting to start. I took off slow, not in a hurry at all - just wanting to keep steady. I did really well until mile 5 when I tripped and fell, doing an awesome drop and roll. I got back up and started running again while a race guy came up and asked if I was okay. I said, yes, though my hands, leg and pride were stinging. He encouraged me to keep going and I did...for 100 feet before I had to stop and walk. That fall did not do well for my left side. I'm thankful I didn't take anyone else out in the midst of it all.<br />
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That started the downhill slide. Once I start walking, I'm screwed, and I know it. I kept up my momentum, mostly using the sweep bus as my motivation to keep ahead of it - and I did well until mile 23. The van ahead of the bus came up and kept me company for awhile. I tried to encourage them to just stay with me so I could finish on time, but they said they couldn't. I tried to tell them they could, they were just choosing not to. But by this time I knew the inevitable. My right knee was screaming at me, my left thigh was throbbing from my fall my back was sore from all the time I spent tensing up while shivering, and my heart just wasn't into it anymore. I did my best to run a bit as I could until my knee screamed out in pain, then I'd walk. It was kind of a lost battle and I had no one to help me through, but me.<br />
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The bad thing with that is that another guy heard and offered to give me his because he thought it was my first marathon. When I said it was my fifth, then he retracted, which I don't blame him. I didn't earn the medal - but I have a picture which will work for me.<br />
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Once I got back to my room I fell apart in tears. I took an ice bath for my knees, checked out my awesome bruise on my thigh, and then took a shower. I felt like a failure and the big thing is it's my own fault. I know I didn't train but I thought I could still get by. Stupid me.<br />
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I'm seriously reconsidering running this one next year. I think, for one thing, I need a break. I love my marathons, but maybe I need to just focus on half's for awhile. I need to get into better training patterns, especially running more and to do that I have to get over the whole "I live in the country and there's no where to run" mentality. While this is true and it was much easier to train in the city when I lived downtown, I still can train. I can drive into town and run the paths. I could park downtown and run my hills. I just need to make that a priority and make the time to do it. Until I get my mind set to do just that, I have to realize that my results aren't going to be great.~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-44244102103920126542012-09-30T15:22:00.000-05:002013-02-17T15:22:47.863-06:00Tulsa, babyI was selected, luckily, to go on a work trip for a symposium on issues relating to our enlisted folks. It was really exciting and I was curious what issue I was going to get assigned. Five of us flew down to Tulsa - Chief U, Chief W, Ross, Brittnie and me. Our hotel room was awesome. Basically it was going to be this big symposium with a dinner that night with a presentation of the Order of the Sword.<br />
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The Order of the Sword is huge in the enlisted world. We present it to one officer who has really championed for the enlisted man/woman and our recipient this year was one of the best. And, for fun, I got to wear my mess dress, which I don't get to very often. :)<br />
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I know this one is blurry, but Brittnie was nervous taking the picture. That's LtGen Harry "Bud" Wyatt. He's AWESOME. :) I'm so excited to meet him...and the man is TALL.<br />
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<br />~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-20277126278817794472012-09-24T16:06:00.000-05:002013-02-17T16:06:59.813-06:00Purging weekendI spent the weekend at work. I love going to work when I'm a) motivated, and b) all alone so I can crank up my stereo. My tunes were rockin' while I cleaned out 1275 emails from my inbox and various folders, emptied out my recycle bin and cleaned up a bunch of little projects. This was an awesome weekend! I wish I had more of these. ~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-73237752141296364002012-09-09T15:06:00.000-05:002013-02-17T15:07:03.189-06:00SF Half MarathonAs is my custom, I run the SF Half each year. I really hadn't been training for this one, so I wasn't sure how it was going to go. Part of me told myself that if I could make it through the half without injury I should still be fine for TCM in 3 weeks. Mike doesn't think I'll be running TCM. He doesn't realize my stubbornness.<br />
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I posted this picture of me on Facebook with the comment that I don't know why I stress myself out with what I'm going to wear each race when I always end up wearing the same thing anyway.<br />
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Here I am, once again, with my green Skirt Sports shirt, black tights, Gracie's Gear sports bra and Garmin. It's the same every time. My running scrapbook is all lime green. It's almost funny, if it wasn't so sad.<br />
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I met up with Sara and Tom - Tom was running, Sara was not. That was okay though. She was the smart one of the two of us. I also ran into Lance, Reggie and Chelsea from FXB, and got to see Kent - a friend from college.<br />
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Overall the race was okay. I walked more than I should, but that's typical of me when I don't train. At one point I got in my head doing math and I almost missed my turn. I kept forgetting that they changed the route a couple years ago because of construction and haven't changed it back. So I missed the turn, but eventually caught up.<br />
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My time wasn't bad, but it wasn't great. It was better than last years, or 2010's (I can't remember which when I ran against Dawn). So by that count I'm going to run TCM even if it kills me. ~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7765050215787380922012-08-25T22:01:00.000-05:002013-02-17T14:02:23.813-06:00A wedding weekend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgea9nEfXBNo2nZv-MKkG_n01uY33VSUroB3pfi2N2hukR1JURAk9b9XndedEYJDAV48SasnsEAvsdz2kuKbl7A8J9wKjqmpmte9TiDLo1FqOkBT-VzvFJHyu9FEJ1qRJbtEalE_A/s1600/20120825+-+Jillians+wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgea9nEfXBNo2nZv-MKkG_n01uY33VSUroB3pfi2N2hukR1JURAk9b9XndedEYJDAV48SasnsEAvsdz2kuKbl7A8J9wKjqmpmte9TiDLo1FqOkBT-VzvFJHyu9FEJ1qRJbtEalE_A/s320/20120825+-+Jillians+wedding.jpg" width="240" /></a>So this weekend I headed up to the Cities to see JB and Dave get married. I was excited to get back to the Cities for some fun. Mike was going to come along but he's busy working on the shop and needs all the time he can get.<br />
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I did get to get a massage from Keith, which was much needed. And I went to Target, which is typical of a Cities trip, and I hit Chipotle, which wasn't as good as I remembered. <br />
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So I went alone to the wedding, which was okay. It was beautiful and they are both very happy. I got to see Erin again and her guy Mark, and Laura K. I did feel a bit out of place though. But I guess that's to be expected.<br />
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~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-77916730053150230902012-08-18T19:51:00.000-05:002013-02-17T13:55:02.612-06:00Work trip funEvery now and then, my boss lets me travel for work. This doesn't happen often, so I'm always excited when I do get to go...even if it's to Arkansas.<br />
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This year, I got to go to training on SharePoint. So excited I was...not. The training was okay. A lot of it was talk, talk, talk by the instructor and then follow the directions on the example/training sheets and call it good. For some reason, a lot of the class had trouble with this. Apparently reading wasn't their forte. I got worried a few times because I was done way ahead of everyone else, but eventually I got over it and enjoyed the break. Of course I used those breaks to go back to my room and work.<br />
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I relaxed the first couple nights but then I decided to get out of the room and hit the town. So I hung out with a Chief and LT.<br />
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The first night we went to a baseball game. The Chief got cheap tickets from someone, so we were able to get nice seats for low cost.<br />
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It was an awesome night for baseball and the boys even bought me a Guinness. I couldn't argue with that. And I got myself some cotton candy. :)<br />
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The next night we had our class outing and went to a really great restaurant - awesome food, great drinks, and good music.<br />
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Friday was our last day and we got out of class early. The three of us, and one other gal, went out to lunch. Southern barbecue and I wasn't as impressed with it as I was with Texan. E told me later that Arkansas uses a mustard base, which wasn't all that great.<br />
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For our afternoon fun, the girl went back to pack, and Chief, LT and I went to the Clinton Library. That was awesome. We got our picture taken in front of the "Oval Office" by a security guard. We had to laugh because he commented on LTs shoes. :)<br />
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The library also had a display for the St. Louis Cardinals. I had to send several posts to K, since I know she grew up cheering for them. Gotta love Stan.<br />
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After this, we walked over a very long bridge and around a corner and down another block or two (the lady at the Library information desk said it was much closer) to see the USS Razorback. That was very cool. I know I had been on a sub tour one other time, but this was a smaller group and since I'm married to a Navy boy it was much more interesting.<br />
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A big prop and anchor. I kind of wish I could bring this back home, but I don't think it'll fit in my carryon.<br />
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I had to take this picture. The cup with the shaving brush is just like one that Dad had. I kind of wonder if Mom still has it.<br />
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Friday night, we went out to a place like Carnaval (up here) where you can eat all the meat you want. They served their sides family style, which was okay, but I really wasn't impressed with the food. After, we headed to a hole-in-the-wall club where our teacher was playing in a band. That place wasn't bad (considering it was a true hole-in-the-wall) but I had forgotten what it was like to go to a bar or club where they allow smoking. We walked in and it was like walking into a wall of smoke. Uffda. It was fun though.<br />
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The next morning I headed home. All in all, a good trip and I met some great peeps. Not sure I learned a lot though. :) Oh well. <br />
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But the bigger kicker was as I was driving home from Mpls (where I flew out of since it was cheaper and because our airport ramps were under construction over the weekend), I ran into two of my friends from college...at a rest stop! How random is that?!? It was so fun to run into Al and Rachel. We caught up briefly but they were on their way to SoDak for a week long vacation. Of all the gin joints in all the world...~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-88985813671920139232012-08-11T13:17:00.000-05:002013-02-17T13:18:04.458-06:00New RacesOver the past few years, I've had pretty much the same runs, over and over again. This year I finally got to do a new one. First was the Firecracker run, which I haven't posted about here yet.<br />
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I won entry into the Lennox Firecracker 5K via the Runner's Block fun0run. I hadn't been running a
lot, but since I also signed up for 5K in a week after this, I thought maybe it'd
be good to get a practice run in.<br />
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So Wednesday morning, July 4, I got up and traveled to Lennox to get signed up. I
was a little nervous - for one, I've never been to Lennox and two, I
had no idea where I was going. Plus, I only knew of one person who was
for-sure going to be there, and I wasn't sure how I'd meet up with her
(that ended up not being a problem).<br />
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Anyway, I got there early, which was good because there are a lot of
people who don't pre-register so the line got long in a hurry. It was a
decent run - not super well marked at the start, but people seemed to
know where they were going. There wasn't official time, but I don't
think I did too bad. It was a beautiful morning for a run, for sure.<br />
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Well, then today FXB decided to host a Farrells to Farrell's run. It ended up being about a 10K, which was awesome. People could either bike, blade, walk, or run it. I opted to run it and I'm happy to announce I ran almost all of it without stopping. I had one 1/4 block where I had to so I could avoid traffic, but for the most part I kept a steady (albeit slow) pace.<br />
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I decided to try my compression socks today since I've been having problems with my knees. And of course, I had to wear my standard race shirt - my lime green runner's dream shirt from Skirt Sports (who refuse to make more). And then I tried out my new shorts that are a little bright. Normally I wear black, but since this was a new run, I thought it good to try something new. <br />
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The route was good, I will say. It was a good training run for TCM. The first mile was fairly flat (a couple hills, but nothing bad), but then right at mile 2 (like TCM) there's a steep hill over a bridge. That was perfect. And I ran up and over it without stopping. YAY! I have not been training like I should for TCM so this was a very important run.<br />
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It was kind of rainy and dreary, but it was fun to be out with so many folks who understand fitness, even if they don't all understand running. :) And Farrell's was great in having water stops set up at appropriate places. The only bad thing was we had to fight traffic a few times, so that threw times off, but I tried not to focus on that.<br />
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Coming in at the end. I look fat. I have a lot of work to do. But it was fun to have so many people there that I work out with to cheer me on as I came in. And I wasn't the last one, which was also good. :) Our "prize" was a keychain with a little Farrell's boxing glove. :) Very nice.<br />
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Another fun aspect of this one is that I got to reconnect with my friend Sarah whom I used to run with . She and I became friends because we were stalking the same blog writer (how funny is that). She only lived a couple blocks away so she went and got her car and took me back to Southside. A bunch of my 5AMers biked the route so they just headed to the nearest bar for a drink to celebrate instead. :) Being the big drinker I am, it took all I had to bow out of that one. haha<br />
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The fun thing about both of these was the thrill of a new race and a new route. It's nerve-wracking but kind of exciting at the same time. TCM, St. Patty's, Avera's...those are all routine for me and I know the rhythm which make them easy to participate in, but trying something new was a lot of fun. ~moe~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837noreply@blogger.com0