tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582629398447603132024-03-13T09:35:27.366-05:00Beautifully AwkwardGoing from fluffy to fit, crafts, raising three kids...everything including cleaning the kitchen sink.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-48995047411896377802014-09-19T12:16:00.001-05:002014-09-19T12:16:37.730-05:00The TrailOne year ago I was prepping for my first marathon. I was nervous and scared and so full of nerves. The unknown really can stress a person out, or maybe it's just me. Last year at this time I thought I had prepared the best I could. I had ran (I use that term loosely because it was a sucky day and run) 20 miles, I had strength trained, etc. It came time for race day and you can just imagine the nerves, although I was super excited and really didn't care about my time. You can read it about here<br />
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Before I even hit the pavement this past weekend I was super nervous. You see this summer has been a whirlwind to say the least. It seems like I haven't had the time for proper training. My sister's wedding, pictures, my kids, work, the weather, more weddings, it seems like I have no time for anything, and it really stresses me out. I haven't ran more than 16 miles since August and I was feeling the stress of it all and it was consuming me. I've been plagued with leg injuries and have been battling through them.<br />
I've thought this whole process would be easier this time around. I think mostly because I've done it before. I've already ran the 26.2 miles I really have nothing to prove. I could care less if my time is faster, but I know my pride wants me to do better. I've done better at every race this year and I guess I'm just afraid of not meeting that goal. I know I've trained better. I've been lifting weights, biking, and running. I've been doing the strength exercises, seeing my chrio, and eating more calories to fuel me. I've even been making sure to get more sleep. What the hell am I so nervous about.<br />
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That has been my thought process. I woke up bright and early Sunday morning and decided to run for me. I was going to run as far as I could (of course within my time constraints) and be happy with it.<br />
I started out and of course that damn throbbing in my calf was telling me to stop and turn around and go back to bed, but I'm bull headed sometimes and I kept going. <br />
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After mile 7, I came to my trail. The trail that is where my running love was fueled. You see when I first started back to running 2-1/2 years ago I couldn't run that trail. I kept trying and trying and I'll never forget the time I was able to run through the whole thing without stopping. I remember the tears that I shed because I was so proud that I was able to push through the pain. That I didn't give up when my lungs said to stop, when the heat was to hot, when everything said no you can't. I remember feeling so proud that I had ran that trail. So on Sunday when I came to that trail I stopped running and I walked it. That one mile long trail I walked it, and I reflected on why I started running in the first place. I reflected on why I kept pushing onward, and what running means to me now. I reflected on how beaten and battered I felt after running my marathon, and how much I was hurting now. I reflected on all those nay-sayers, that feel like runners have to fit into this perfect box. Those people that think that unless you're this fitness body type that you shouldn't run a marathon. Those people that have given me looks when I say I've ran a marathon. <br />
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I also thought about all the people that have said they started running, or some physical fitness regimen because they saw that I did it. I thought about all those people that have been inspired to live healthier just because they saw me do it. I say this and by no means do I feel like I am an inspiration to anyone. I am not narcissistic like that. In fact, it surprises me every time someone comments here or when I see them. I have never felt that what I do will help someone else. I just try to be the best person I can be everyday, for my family and for my overall health. <br />
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So getting back to that trail, after I exited that trail I felt truly uplifted. I don't want to say that God was speaking to me but maybe he was. Maybe just maybe he was showing me that no matter the obstacles that are put in front of me, I always try to make the best of it and try to come out the other end stronger. I ran the last 4 miles and while I was still in pain I knew that I would finish the upcoming marathon strong. It may not be better are faster than last time but what matters most is that I finish it. I found my clarity and why I continue to completely exhaust myself.<br />
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With that being said this weekend I'll be running my 5th half marathon. I rested my achy leg all week and it feels better. My marathon countdown says 23 days till race day. <br />
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Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-88295993787325415702014-08-21T10:01:00.002-05:002014-08-21T10:02:25.725-05:00The Thief of JoyIt's been a whirlwind again. I feel like that's a constant state in my life. I feel like I'm constantly apologizing for my lack of posts, but really this is real life. Summer is busy and I may not be able to post every week. I hope you'll understand and stick along for the ride. Also, sorry for my lack of photos. My phone has gone loco and I'm not buying a new one until the new iPhone comes out. It's a sad sad world...not really.<br />
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Anyways, work, clean, eat, run, repeat. The truth is I'm no different than every working parent out there. We all live crazy busy lives. We all long for the day of nothing to do and when that day comes we quickly fill it up because we can't sit still or maybe that's just me. Even as I write this I'm listening to music, writing, and doing a project with the kiddos. It's always chaos and it's my life. It's why my running time is so important. It's truly the only time I can unplug. I can let all the thoughts, and craziness go. I've been asked why being so completely exhausted can bring clarity to my mind. The reason is because it's just me and my music, even if I'm running with Hide-a-Key, we usually end up staggered or far apart. I can let all my worries and troubles play out. I can let the music consume me. It's my happy place.<br />
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I thought after the wedding madness that life would take a moment to breath, but the truth is it's still busy. Between photo shoots, editing, getting kids stuff ready for school, doing the normal house stuff, I still am busy and exhausted. This past weekend we took our annual family camping trip. Before we left I got up early and got a quick 9'er in, then home shower, and take the mini's to get their hair cut. B donated 9 inches of hair to locks of love. So sweet. Lil C got his fro under control. That boy has so much hair.<br />
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Then it was off to the great north woods. Full of relaxation and a break from reality. My phone decided to go psycho on me and not hold a charge anymore. (Insert sad face) But instead of stressing I embraced the unplugged weekend! No texts, FB, IG. Dare I say it was exhilarating and awesome, and I have taken a step back and refocused. There's no need for anyone to see my everyday life. It's exhausting. I know some people really like it. They feel motivated that I can fit working out into my busy schedule, but I wonder if it's also shaming.<br />
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Just follow-me here.... I post away all my workouts, my busy life and you're at home looking it. Are you motivated? Have I helped? Maybe some, but I wonder if I just get the eye roll of others. Let's be honest it feels good when someone says "hey great job". I'm not going to lie; it makes me feel good. I work at a thankless job. I don't interact with other adults except for pick-up/drop-off. So yes, the little pat on the back is nice.<br />
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Do I continue to share this journey I'm on? Do I continue to put myself out there, knowing full well that their are so many haters and nay-sayers out there. Knowing full well that there are many people who hope I fail. Knowing full well that there will be days when I mess up and when I just don't want to do the work. It's a double-edge sword. So what do I do? <br />
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I still don't have an answer to that question. I really enjoy sharing my journey, but I don't want to feel like a have too. I also don't want to be portrayed as a narcissistic jerk either. Daily selfies can become that. It can become someone so obsessed with how they look, or how many likes they get. I feel like the differences in mine is I really don't care what I look like. I show you the good, bad, ugly, pretty. More often than not I'm make-up free. I have breakouts, Dr. Suess character hair, sweat, fat bloaty days. The biggest change in all of this, is not so long ago I refused to have my picture taken. It didn't matter the angle or filter. I hated the way I looked. I hated everything about me. My extra mommy pooch, my hey nancy's, my legs, hips, face. It's sad and even as I write this I tear up a bit. It's a sad realization that I felt that way, and that I did for so long. I still feel that way sometimes, but I also realize that no body is perfect. In a world of skinny apps, filters, angles, photo shop nobody is indeed perfect.<br />
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What is perfect. Perfect is what society and social media want us to believe. Tan skin, abs, muscles, skinny..just a few of the words that pop up when you type in the word perfection. I think perfect is a myth. There is no perfect. We are constantly told we need to be better, but what if we're healthy and happy. Then we're told we're content. I'm not sure which is worse, but I do know that I will never be society's perfect.<br />
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My perfect is one where I'm happy. I'm fine with how I look yes, I may want a tummy tuck and boob lift, but not because society has told me I need it, because I want it. I want it to so the loose skin on my tummy doesn't ache when I run, so I don't have to wear a tank under a tank to keep the skin in place. Who needs to judge me on that. Is that being a narcissist? I don't know, and it may never happen it's just on my I wish I could list.....I'm being honest. I hope that honesty isn't taken in vain.<br />
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This was hard to write. I think because when it's raw and real and in black in white for the world to see it makes it too real. So I may step back from posting. I may post once a week. Either way I need to do what's right for me and my journey.<br />
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As I write this I am sadden. I am sad that the world has lost a great comedian yesterday.<br />
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I could tell you all the things that Robin Williams was, but I'll tell you what he was to me. He was a person that could make me laugh in my darkest hours. His movies got me through some of the saddest times in my life. I remember watching Hook with my siblings after a particular chaotic night and we all were brought to laughter by his antics. The sadness that had happened was forgotten for a couple hours. I still laugh and quote Mrs Doubtfire. "It was a drive by fruiting", WELL HELLLOOO! Patch Addams, Jumanji, Good Will Hunting, Dead Poets Society, Aladdin, I could list them all but wikipedia can do that for me.<br />
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I loved his movies and I loved his humanitarianism, but I also understand his laughter through his pain. There are many people out there that smile the biggest and try to do so much for others because they themselves are hurting so much on the inside. That laughter and helping others helps dull the pain they are feeling themselves. While it is still not confirmed how he died, they are thinking it was suicide. There is always so much judgement that comes along with this type of death. I think it's hard for people that have yet to live through it or who have known people that have lived through it to understand. They can't understand that you're heart is breaking and you feel absolutely hopeless. They feel like there is no other way to live and that the world would be so much better without them in it; as a burden. I say this before you judge.....stop and think. Put yourself in someone else's shoes. Just because you may be able to handle the weight of the world it doesn't mean the next person can. <br />
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With that being said I want to make sure that people know that their is always someone out there willing to listen. Your struggles may seem like a mess you can't possibly clean up by yourself, but that's why we're given friends, family, and even strangers....to help us; when we can't do it by ourselves.<br />
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<br />Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-17824923400149832722014-07-28T14:46:00.002-05:002014-07-28T14:46:27.713-05:00Back To Your Regularly Scheduled Broadcast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Now that life is back to normal or as normal as my life can be.<br />
I love love love routine. I find I do the best when my routine is on track. Exercise, eating, life in general.<br />
My job is not totally routine but that is fine. We have a semi-routine, but I really just go with how the kids are feeling.<br />
Exercise is a huge routine must for me. Monday through Sunday I have it all planned out. If I mess up day I try to get in my missed workout somewhere.<br />
Eating- This is huge!! I really wish sometimes that I could just graze on whatever and it would be ok, but that's not how I roll. So I have to map it out.<br />
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Since my sister's wedding wrapped up last weekend I needed a little breather. I needed to sit back and just get some rest and recharge. I needed to re-establish my goals and really focus and what really matters.<br />
We all know this life we live is really super short. We get a blink of an eye to really accomplish anything. I'm the type of person that really tries to do it right, although sometimes my right and what's really "right" is all over the place. So with that being said I took a break last week and didn't let the pressures of what I'm suppose to be doing get to me.<br />
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So as some of you know Mondays, Wednesdays, & Saturdays are strength and run days for me.</div>
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And since I was exhausted from the wedding I didn't get up early and since it was friggn' hot out during my run time, my home girl Hide-a-Key and I just walked. We caught up and had some Starbucks.</div>
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Tuesday I skipped getting up again because I'm lame and I needed more sleep, but I did get some good news.</div>
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See that blonde hottie....and if you don't follow the arrow. That's my "real life" friend <a href="http://instagram.com/fat2fit42" target="_blank">Lori</a>. She is the bomb.<br />I was actually going to write a whole post on her awesomeness but since Jen beat me to it I'll send you to her <a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/frame?post=3177026579&group=0&frame_type=b&blog=4873395&frame=1&click=0&user=0" target="_blank">page</a>. Just because I don't want to steal her thunder. I will say that I love Lori to death. She is really one of my soul sisters and I can't wait to see her again soon!!!</div>
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Wednesday again I slept in but since it was super nice and hot out (again with all the heat...), the little kiddos napped and the big kiddos played in the sprinkler and mini-pool. While they did that I decided to man up and get back to business of building the baby guns. Later that night was run night and I was dreading this run like the plague. I am a total fan of heat. In fact I love the heat, but only if I'm laying around and don't have to do anything. Now when it comes to running I'm in heaven at a comfortable 50-55 degrees. That's my sweet spot. No asthma issues, legs are loose..do you see where I'm going here? So with that being said it was an uncomfortable 85 with 100% humidity. For the love of God...but being back on team get yo shit together I did it. </div>
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Thursday I was suppose to get up early, the same with Friday...do you see a trend here.</div>
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I was so unbelievably sore from my Wednesday kick butt into action that I could barely move. I did some stretching on Friday but I was still hobbling around like an old woman.</div>
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Saturday I had a plan to get up early like 4:00AM to get ready for myself ready for a 5AM run solo. So I went to bed early Friday night and proceeded to get woken up every 2 hrs by one or the other of my mini men. T had growing pains (leg cramps), C had to go potty and needed a gink (drink), T got up again because his tummy hurt, C got up because his ankle hurt....do you see a trend here. So I literally got no sleep. My alarm went off at 4, 4:15, 4:30 and I never heard any of them at all. I must have turned them off in my sleep. My husband even tried to wake me up at 6:30 asking if I was going running and apparently I said "Well I guess that's going to work out", and went right back to sleep. All of which I remember nothing....</div>
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I woke up at 8:30 and felt better and didn't feel depressed or bad about it. I actually kind of felt revived and rejuvenated. So being that I had the mini's for the day, since the hubby was going into work I decided that I would take them on a bike ride. Truth post here I hate riding my bike on the street, in my garage that's fine, but I'm always afraid of riding with the kids on the city streets because people are crazy. So after a quick demo of how to install the bike rack, I packed up the boys and we headed off to the trail. It's paved, it's local, and it's safe.</div>
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My little guys made it!!! The little one - C rides in the trailer, and Big T pedaled his little legs off. We stopped at 4.5 miles to play at the park for a bit and have a snack. Then we were back on the trail for the rest of our ride. I was so beyond impressed with T's riding abilities. He did awesome! We then headed for home for some lunch and cleaned a bit. Then it was time for me to get ready for my mTT run.</div>
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I signed up to do the Packers (Go Pack Go) 5k race. If you're not familiar with mTT you can read all about it and my past race <a href="http://beautifullyawkward01.blogspot.com/2013/09/becoming-angel.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://beautifullyawkward01.blogspot.com/2013/10/10k-for-team-triumph.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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Patrick (in the white shirt) can walk, talk, and even run, but he is blind in his left eye and can only see partially in his right. In order, for him to participate in any endurance event he needs someone to hold onto him or to be tethered. So with Joel (tall guy in back with visor on) on his right and tethered and me (big sunglasses and white skirt) on his right and with Jayne (red headband, black shorts) in front or behind he was able to participate in this race.</div>
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Before the race we had to get bikes set-up, name tags on, and a little pre-race fun. Then it was time to line up for the group pictures and honor a Captain that passed away. Captain Kyle was honored with a stroller with his pictures on it that Katie pushed and also a balloon release. It's always sad to say good-bye, but we know he's in a better place and doesn't need a stroller anymore. He can run free.</div>
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<br />Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-51053081645751618942014-07-22T15:09:00.000-05:002014-07-22T15:09:18.946-05:00Maid of Honor, Photographer, Wedding PlannerSo I know it's been a hot minute since I wrote a post. My girl Fe asked if I quit blogging.<br />
It may seem that way; but really I've been so busy I can barely breathe. My little sister just got married this past Friday. I was one of her maid of honors, one of the photographers, and basically the wedding planner.<br />
Since we are a family of DIY'ers there was a lot of time, and planning that went into everything from the decorations, to the programs, to the gifts for the attendants.<br />
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My sister got engaged in February 2014 and wanted to be married in July. Yep, 5 mths later. So it was rush, rush, rush to get everything done. Along with marathon training, going to Texas, etc I've barely had enough time to get my laundry done. So no I'm not giving up on the blog but I'm just making sure it's not consuming all of my life.<br />
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But back to the title. The wedding...<br />
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Thursday after a nice run. I got washed up and ended to the nail salon to get my nails done.<br />
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It was a lot of funny, being able to let loose and get silly. Team dork's right here.<br />
Before we all left we were given our wedding party gifts.<br />
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I was also given a special gift from my nephew. My sister has taken in this little man as her own from day one as have the rest of my family. This gift was very special to me and you can best believe I cried my eyes out. </div>
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After finally getting to sleep it was the big day.<br />
My little sister picked me and Miss B up to head back to the reception hall to decorate the tent.<br />
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Then we were off to the salon to get our hair done, eat, and for me to play make-up artist.</div>
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Then it was back to my sister's house for all of us to get in our dresses and finishing touches.</div>
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My little guys..sent from my hubby.</div>
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I had no phone on me during this day. I was so busy making sure that everything was taken care of. So sorry for my lack of pictures. I did drag my big DSLR out for individuals of the lovely couple but they are still waiting to be edited. </div>
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Over all, it was a beautiful day, the bride was beautiful and she never knew about the hic-ups that happened along the way. I'm thankful for that! I gave my matron of honor speech and cried my eyes out.</div>
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I'm so happy for my sister, and new brother. I'm happy for the friends of my sister that really kicked it into high gear to help out. What I'm thankful most of all is that my sister had her dream wedding and I got to be a part of it. </div>
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<br />Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-11076829470302763212014-06-25T14:27:00.001-05:002014-06-25T14:27:47.061-05:00So What It's Wednesday..Hey everyone!!! Or me just babbling to myself. It's all good!<br />
Sorry I didn't post on Monday. I think my usual weekly posting would really be Tuesday as my Mondays are hectic, but with the tsunami of rain we got yesterday nap times were all messed up, so that led to know post. I'm sorry.....<br />
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So let's take a look at those goals.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Monday -Run/arms <span style="color: red;">Did 5</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Thursday - Spin/Legs <span style="color: red;">Yes</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Friday - Stretch or yoga <span style="color: red;">Nope I slept in</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Saturday - Long Run 13 miles <span style="color: red;">11 Miles instead..Time was an issue</span></span><br />
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This getting up at 4:45am is getting a little easier. Although truth be told I'm ready for bed time by 8:30 but I push myself to stay up till 9pm.. I know living life on the edge..</div>
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Saturday night we celebrated my birthday. My birthday is/was actually on Sunday but we had a family party to attend. So we met up with friends and family and had a big steak dinner with free dessert. Then headed out to hear some live music. The music was good but super mellow and after a glass or bottle of wine (thanks Randy), I was ready for bed. I wouldn't say I'm old but I will say that getting up at 4:50am played into the equation of needing to leave by midnight. </div>
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Over all it was a great day/night. Sunday I headed out to the family party with the kiddos (my hubby had to work). It was super chill and was nice since I was still very tired, but I put on my big girl panties and played some games and visited.</div>
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I've been doing super well with my eating except for the birthday dinner. The sugar meltdown happened Monday morning when my body was going through withdrawal. Let's just say it wasn't pretty. I'm going to keep up with this eating well and limiting sugar plan. I will eat it occasional because it's in many things, but I really honestly have so much more energy when I don't consume it in the form of cake, cookie, crap...</div>
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Monday - Run - Did 6.50 miles</div>
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Saturday - Long Run 13 miles</div>
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I hope you have a great week and I'll leave you with this little picture gem that shows what a real dork I am.</div>
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I sent this out to some of my friends on Thursday to brighten their day.</div>
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I can honestly say I did not have enough down time this weekend. Here's to hoping next weekend might be a little slower!!<br />
Last week I had some heafty goals. What I did was marked in red.<br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Monday - Run <span style="color: red;"><b>Did 3 Miles</b></span></span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Tuesday - rest <span style="color: red;"><b>Rested</b></span></span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Wednesday - Run/Strength <b><span style="color: red;">Spin/Leg Strength</span></b></span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Thursday - Spin <b><span style="color: red;">Rest</span></b></span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Friday - Strength and stretch <span style="color: red;"><b>Stretch</b></span></span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Saturday - Bellin 10k Race <span style="color: red;"><b>Race Day!!</b></span></span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Sunday - Rest <span style="color: red;"><b>Rest</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">I went to the chiro on Tuesday and sure enough my ankle was jacked out of place a little. So being a good patient I decided to for go any running until the race. I still spinned and did some leg strength. I'm resuming the weights today. The cleanse is going great. I had one slip up of sugar Friday night and I paid for it Saturday. Yikes...Do not I repeat do not eat sugar while on the cleanse. Although, my hubby said it might have just been the subway. I think not!!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Sunday was Father's day and we started the day off with brunch with my padre, and then we came home and I let my hubby take a nap while I weeded and planted flowers with kiddos!! A huge storm rolled in and after that was done we headed to the in-laws to hang for a bit. After a couple hours of an Eye Spy marathon, we went to leave only to find that our middle man locked the car doors with our keys in it. AWESOME....lol. really I should know better. After running home and getting the spare we came home and enjoyed our family pizza night. It was an awesome weekend.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Here we go!!! Marathon training is back in full swing. I'm hoping for 6-9 miles runs during the week and longer ones on the weekend. I'm going to keep up the strength training and the spin since they really helped me with time and endurance during the race in April!! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">I'm super excited because it's my birthday on Sunday and we're going out for a big juicey steak dinner on Saturday. I'll be done with my cleanse by then and onto the second part of the 24 day challenge. I'll be back to being a good girl after that dinner. I really like the way I'm feeling and I'm noticing little changes in my body.....like the good old girls are shrinking...ekkk....</span></span><br />
That's all I got. I hope you are doing great and sticking to your goals.<br />
Share them with me. If you want me to help you stay accountable let me know!!!<br />
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What are goals? Are you eating clean?Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-82156279256693489832014-06-10T09:24:00.000-05:002014-06-10T09:24:18.614-05:00Hey hey for Monday....errrr. Tuesday...Hey everyone...sorry this is a day late. I was going to post yesterday but I had no time.<br />
This past weekend we had the rummage sale. My sister-in-law loves rummage sales. My husband and I even told her she should just open a resale shop since she loves to rummage and have rummage sales.<br />
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I on the hand am not a fan. I mean I like going and seeing what I can find to refurbish, but having it at my house stresses me out. The clutter and the chaos are not my forte. With that being said, my sister-in-law lives in an apartment SO being the nice girl that I am, I said she can have it at mi casa. Rummage sales are so much work. Maybe not for the average rummage sale, but our rummage sales actually have departments and we figure out the best way to merchandise, etc. The marking isn't bad since I do it all year long, but the moving it out of the garage and then back in at the end of the day....gaaaaaa...my back is killing me.<br />
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With that being said we made out like bandits and I sold a ton of stuff. Thank you very much. Ha!<br />
We won't be having one for two years thank the lord!!!!<br />
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So onto the normal Monday...errr Tuesday goals. My goals last week were a little jacked since I had this whole ankle thing going on. It was still swollen so I just chose to let it heal. It was really the perfect time since my bike was put away for the sale, and I had no time to or energy to exercise at all.<br />
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So here are the goals for this week<br />
Monday - Run<br />
Tuesday - rest<br />
Wednesday - Run/Strength<br />
Thursday - Spin<br />
Friday - Strength and stretch<br />
Saturday - Bellin 10k Race<br />
Sunday - Rest<br />
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This week is jam packed with alterations, concerts, grad parties, birthday parties, Father's Day and a race.<br />
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We have our annual 10K that I've participated in for 13 years. Yikes...that's a long time. I've only 1 time had a great time and I was 50 lbs lighter. I know I'm not going to PR but I'm hoping I'll still do OK:)<br />
This is one of the only races that my hubs participates in as well. He's not so much a runner, which is funny because he got me to run it in the first place, but he doesn't train. He looks like he might just die every time he runs it and it scares the hell out of me.<br />
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Last year I stayed by him because I was worried. This year he told me to go ahead since he knows I've been running faster than him and I think he's ran maybe 3 times. So we'll pick a spot to meet and I'll be all rested and relaxed by the time he gets to me:)<br />
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<br />Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-5336699740771692542014-06-02T13:50:00.001-05:002014-06-02T13:50:06.388-05:00Short & SweetHelloo!!!.<br />
I hope you had a wonderful weekend! Mine was super busy as is the norm in my life.<br />
My hubby was out of town so my mom offered to watch my mini's so I could get my long run in on Saturday morning. 12 miles of heat and humidty did me in.<br />
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After my run I showered and was off to my moms for some wedding decor making. My sister's July wedding is fast approaching and there's a ton of stuff that needs to get done. After 8 hrs of working on that I came home and passed out, not before noticing my right ankle was swollen. Ekkk. <div>
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Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-29644002616210843452014-05-30T10:52:00.001-05:002014-05-30T10:52:52.002-05:00Saying Good Bye To My Hero<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Although I have never met her; she spoke volumes to me. Her quotes, her story, her grace, her words have helped me through my roughest times. Those quotes helped me forgive the past and move forward. You will be missed sweet angel.</div>
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Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-42657672202497662262014-05-28T11:17:00.001-05:002014-05-28T11:17:45.114-05:00So What!!!SO WHAT!!!<br />
I love me some SO What Wednesday.<br />
A day I can just tell the world to "eff it, I'm not perfect".<br />
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1. So What If.... I slipped up over the weekend. I blame it on lack of sleep from my mini-man waking up 5 million times. Thank goodness he finally got a good nights sleep. I woke up fresh this morning and ready to tackle the world.<br />
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2. So What If... I love primarily on caffeine, Claratin D, and carbs. I'm trying to be a good girl but it's so fun to be bad.<br />
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3. So What If... I am over all the fake-Ass (yeah I just said it, I'm that mad) people that photo shop, slim app, 360 app the crap out of their pictures on IG, etc. I really work hard for my progress and it really bums me out to see some people that use this stuff. Yes I get a blemish, yes I have pores, yes I have cellulite, yes my hair looks horrible, yes I don't often wear make-up, but it's me.<br />
Be real people, because when people see you in real life it can be quite the shocker. Most of my pictures on IG are "sweat drenched I just got done with a workout and I don't care what I look like" pictures. I want people to be inspired by my hard work and not my make-up face while I work out.<br />
I admit I did use filters last year when I first joined IG, but stopped right away. It's not who I am.<br />
So back away from the apps people. When your make-up looks flawless because you used an app you're being a liar, when you look like you have teeny tiny legs in one picture and then "real legs" in the next, it's time to be real. I'm not calling anyone out just saying it.<br />
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4. So What If I'm dreaming of a vacation with booze, sun, and a personal attendant to fan and mist me.<br />
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5. And So What IF.....I sometimes feel like a poser in this fitness world. I run a lot, but I'm not fast. I work-out a lot, but I haven't lost any weight. I meal prep a lot, but I really just want to eat my weight in carbs, chips, and candy.</div>
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Since I didn't list out my goals yesterday for the week here they are:<br />
Tuesday - Rest<br />
Wednesday - Weights am/ Run PM<br />
Thursday - Spin it up<br />
Friday - Yoga/stretch<br />
Saturday - Run<br />
Sunday - Rest<br />
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That's the plan. I took an extra rest day today since running my half. My body really needed it, and I didn't get home till super late since I was helping with my sisters wedding planning.<br />
So back to the 5am club tomorrow!!!<br />
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Today is my hubby's birthday and I believe we're going out to dinner to celebrate. I have to find some time today to make his cake too. Hmmmm I wonder if I could just stop time so I could fit everything in.<br />
On top of all that madness it's a little wet outside, since we had a monsoon last night (not a real one, but it was pouring from 4:00pm on), so my normal am walk with the munchkins will have to wait till the afternoon. Oh well such is life.<br />
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I'm also going to have to look into different ways to fuel before my long runs. Last time I trained for a full I ate oatmeal prior to running and used shot blocks which gave me icky belly bloat. I've been using Gatorade chews instead and they've worked but I really need to up my calories I think. I'm still researching. Last time I kind of researched but not really and I really want this full to be better and feel great too.<br />
I'm also really looking into what I'm eating. I've been so tired and get headaches in the PM and feel like I could sleep all the time. This is so not the normal for me. I've been dealing with this fatigue since Cedric was born but it seemed to get better and then January came and I haven't felt better since. You all know that my hubby sleeps on the couch because of his snoring, but I'm still so tired when I wake up, and I'm sleeping a lot. I'm going to the DR in a week to get my levels checked since I haven't been myself since January and I have some girly issues too. Fingers crossed everything is ok. I hope they just don't pass off my fatigue and other symptoms as the normal "you are a busy mom" or "you're getting older". I really hate that when they say that. I know my body better and I know something is wrong.<br />
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In other news, school is gearing down for the kiddo, they have 3 weeks left, and soon they will be home for the summer. They are so excited, as am I, but that also means my days will be even busier than before. I have to make sure I really plan everything.<br />
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This morning though I woke right up...no snooze button at all. I was super impressed since I had a snoring husband in bed and a 3 yr old that wanted to snuggle. How could I say no. I love snuggle time and pretty soon he won't want to snuggle. Although don't get me wrong this isn't an every night thing. </div>
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Yesterday was my 3rd Cellcom Half Marathon. I love this race and I hate it. I love that it's in my town and that I know so many people that run in it. I hate it because the course is full sun most of the way. The sun just zaps your energy. This race was my very first half marathon. Every year I try to be better. The first time I ran this race my goal was to just finish it, and I did in 3:02. I then walked away from running for a couple years, because that race took everything I had. I wasn't mentally prepared and I hated every minute of it. My attitude changed before I did it again. Last year I wanted to finish it in 2:45 but that didn't happen. You can read about it <a href="http://beautifullyawkward01.blogspot.com/2013/05/out-of-breath.html" target="_blank">here</a>. This year I just wanted to do better than I had last year. This winter has been super hard for training. I've done the best I could with what I had. I ran outside in negative temps, snow, rain, ice. I always tried to go out and give it my all. I also cross trained and starting back to lifting heavy weights. My goal for 2014 was to run my races the best I could. To train and get better. </div>
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Saturday I met up with my gal pal at the race expo. We picked up our packets and then had dinner. I've been experimenting with this whole pre-race dinner thing. I have in the past, always done the pasta dinner thing, but always felt blech after I ate it. I've been watching what I eat prior to having an amazing run and it always seems that a big old steak, potatoes and veggies do the trick. So that's what I did. A big ole steak, veggies, potatoes and of course lots and lots of water!!!</div>
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Sunday my alarm went off and I was up and getting ready. Nerves...what nerves. This isn't my first rodeo it's just a run like any other run, except I don't have to stop for stop lights and there will be people handing me water along the way. I really try not to put to much stress on myself when I'm running. I just try to enjoy it. Take each moment and really live in it.</div>
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The picture on the left is me, my aunt and cousin. The right is me and Jen. This was my aunt and cousins first half marathon and they rocked it!!! Jen is now a veteran. Her first race was last year. I wanted to wish my team mates at my Team Triumph a great race. If you're not familiar with mTT, you can check it out <a href="http://beautifullyawkward01.blogspot.com/2013/09/becoming-angel.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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The full marathoners started an hour before us so we just waited around and froze. Seriously it was a tad chilly waiting around. We headed to the bathrooms to get the nervous pee's out. I have the tiniest bladder and I have to pee literally 2 min before I run. Nobody likes running with a full bladder.</div>
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The gun went off and we are off. I felt so awesome the first 5 miles. I had to pee at mile 4 but held it till 5 and then saw the line and held it till 6. I wish I could have held it longer because even at mile 6 there was a huge line. I waited and waited and waited and waited. 8 min later and I was off and running again.</div>
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Jen had passed me and I caught up to her and made sure she was ok. She has been having knee issues during her training. We passed mile 7 and saw no lines at the bathroom...darn it... I should have waited but oh well. Jen needed to walk so I walked with her for half a mile and then I was off and running solo again. Up the hills and down the hills. The whole time I was running I was thinking "You got this girl. This is your 4th half marathon. It doesn't matter what time you get you are running a half marathon. You are stronger than ever. You can do this. Think about all those people who never get a chance to run this. Think about all those people that will never think they can. Show those people that they can. You don't have to be an elite runner, you just have to try. Every mile that you do is one mile closer to the finish line."</div>
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At about mile 10, I was starting to get tired and I was hungry....like I needed food now!!! I looked up the hill I was running and at the top were my mini's. This was a huge surprise since I wasn't expecting them at all. I gave them all hugs and they told me good luck. </div>
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After I said my good-bye's I was off and running and feeling so much energy. 3 more miles. I had this. I was going finish this race strong. I came to mile 11 and saw yet another surprise cheerleader. My Aunt Kathy had walked down and was waiting for me to give me a hug and tell me how proud she was of me. I thanked her with tears in my eyes and kept going. Only 2 more miles to go. I don't remember much of mile 12 because I was so focused on finishing and finishing strong...I saw Lambeau and ran through it with crowds of people cheering everyone on. I ran out of the shoot and around the corner and the finish line was in sight. I took out my ear buds so I could really "be in the moment". I sped up and ran through that finish line strong!!!</div>
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As I walked up to get my medal I thanked the little volunteer girl handing it out. She told me great job and that I looked so strong. In reality I'm sure I looked like a tomato face, exhausted girl, but hey I'll take it. I walked back to the meeting spot to wait for Jen. We got our post-race snacks and took photo's of course.</div>
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I asked Jen "alright again next year?" She said "sure" hesitantly. I will probably run this race every year while I can still run. It pushes me every year and proves to me I am a fighter. I don't have to be the fastest, and I don't have to be the best. I just have to try my hardest and do the best I can do. </div>
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My weekend was so busy. Friday night I hung out with my gal-pal Marie. We walked up a local restaurant and had a nice dinner and then walked back and watched a movie. Saturday I got up at the crack of dawn to go and get my run in.</div>
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Pay no attention to the morning luggage I'm sporting under my eyes. Soo tired. I was going to start out and do 9 miles but I got up later than I thought and after doing some hills in the local commentary I did a face plant. Ouch. No broken bones, just a bruised knee and ego. I'm pretty sure I gave a car full of old ladies the laugh of their life. As I fell flat on my face and then sprung up ninja style. What can I say I am a first place in the klutz department and first place in the ninja like reflexes. My Nike app didn't realize that there was no drinking till 5 and was drunk while logging my miles. It's a good thing I have my watch as well. I'm a tech nerd in that I don't know how to use it but I like lots of stats. LOL</div>
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It was fun, but am I the only one that feels like I need a translator or subtitles when I'm at the nail place. I'm pretty sure their talking about how much "skin" I have or that I have a blister that I earned on my early morning run and she wanted to try and shave it off. "Get away lady". Or that they wanted to wax my eyebrows that are pretty much non-existent!! </div>
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Sunday I got to sleep in. Wohoo....great since I didn't go to bed till 2:30am. That's late for this momma. I'm normally in bed at 9. We went and got some doughnuts for a Mother's Day treat. Then my mini's wanted to give me their gifts. Fuzzy sock slippers, chocolate, a gift card for a massage, flowers, and some beautiful homemade cards. I then took a nap, while the hubby took the kids to visit his mom. I usually go too, but the hubby said it was my day too and since I was falling asleep anyways. After a nap we had dinner and snuggled until bed time. What a great and perfect day!!!</div>
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So this week is race week! I'll be running in my second half marathon of the year on Sunday. That means I scale back on the heavy lifting because nobody likes to run with aching muscles. I hydrate, eat clean, and it also means a great big steak on Saturday!!!! </div>
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Hey everyone linking up with <a href="http://www.crystalmichellesmess.com/" target="_blank">Crystal Michelle</a> and <a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/frame?post=2774981355&group=5018563&frame_type=b&blog=5018563&frame=1&click=0&user=0" target="_blank">Darci</a></div>
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I know I hate the phrase but it's fun to link up and share some behind the scenes of my normal everyday life that consists of running, mothering, working, etc.</div>
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in my bed totally naked. I was suppose to be at work and jumped up and was like WTF...well I had been drugged. I had only two drinks the whole night. One bought by the crazy ex that was having a hard time letting go. I remember feeling funky and told my friend we had to go because something wasn't right. I dropped her off and stayed on the phone with her till I locked my apartment door. Turns out I decided I needed to pass out on my couch where I left my keys under a pillow and then had taken all my clothes off in a melted human pile by my bedroom door. I was suppose to head to my boyfriends (now husband) home, and he was freaking out. Yikes....</div>
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I can count only three times that I've thrown up because of drinking and one of those times was my wedding day. Yeah, my husband still won't me let me live it down.</div>
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when I was all bad ass and thought I could out drink the boys when I was 18. It was in an old country bar and the bartender kept asking me if I was 21, and I'm like "hell yeah". LOL </div>
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Too many to count, but recently when I "outdrank myself" in Texas.</div>
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<b>Sorry I'm not sorry but... </b>stressful situations<b> makes me need a drink.</b></div>
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Celebrity: Hello Henry Cahill, Channing Tattum, Kristin Wigg, </div>
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Friends: Felecia and 'Merica, Lori, Jenni, Holly, Mel K, </div>
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Well busy again. Hanging out with a friend tonight, a longer run in the early am, nails with my favorite girl mini B, than a b-day/grad party. Sunday is Mother's day and I'm told I need to come up with a list. HMMMMM</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I saw this "TMI" survey at Miss Carolyn's <a href="http://fitnastyforlife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Fitnasty For Life</a> blogs, so I thought why not.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My go-to staple for work. Yoga pants, T-shirt, sweatshirt, no shoes</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2. Ever been in love?</span></b><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes, at least 4 times. 1-my husband of almost 12 years, and my 3 mini's.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3. Ever had a terrible breakup?</span></b><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No, not really. I had an ex that turned into a stalker</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4. How tall are you?</span></b><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">5'7"</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">5. How much do you weigh? </span></b><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">196</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">6. Any tattoos?</span></b><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2 as of now, but there are 2 more that should be making an appearance some time this year</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">7. Any piercings?</span></b><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />Yes, 3 in one ear, 4 or in the other, and 1 bellybutton piercing that will be erased when the future mommy makeover happens</span><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />8. Favorite song? </span></b><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><br /></b></span>Really depends on the day. As of today: All of Me-John Legend, Animals - Martin Garrix</div>
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Bangarang -Skrillez, Talk Dirty - Jason Derulo, Automatic - Miranda Lambert, Hometown-Eric Church<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">9. Quality you look for in a partner?</span></b><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><br /></b></span>Ummm...I have one but he won me over by just being himself.<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><br /></b> <b>10. Favorite quote?</b></span><br /><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span></b></div>
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Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-1222008359522787312014-05-02T12:25:00.000-05:002014-05-02T12:25:21.223-05:00Sorry I'm Not Sorry....<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Drunk texted the ex-girlfriend of her then boyfriend. She got the phone number from his phone. The ex-girlfriend came down to the place we were drinking at to start a fight and get her man back. </span></div>
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2013 When we ran the Seroogy's 15K and thought it would be cool to take fake senior pictures. Totally necessary to document the occasion. I do this a lot. I hate getting picture taken. </div>
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As I try to be more the glass half full, than half empty kind of girl this is huge for me. I felt like a big pile of poo. I try my best to keep it real and not blow rainbows and unicorns out my behind. Truth is since coming home from Texas I have seriously been neglecting my training in all forms. I have goals people.<br />
I have goals to rid myself of these bingo Nancy triceps. I have goals to get rid of the back fat. I have goals to do even better on my next half. I have goals to get close to my goal weight aka happy place.<br />
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In order to get to those goals I need to put in the work. Now I could give all the excuses in the world as to why I've been eating crappy, and not doing the work.<br />
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Exhibit A<br />
My husband is a chronic snorer. He has a very mild sleep disorder but with gaining some weight over the winter it has gotten worse. So when he snores I don't sleep so well, and when I get up I'm exhuasted. So we either sleep apart (which I can't stand) or he needs to go in and get checked out again.<br />
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My work day is starting an hour earlier (6 am) now which means I have to get up earlier to get my non-run workouts in. Because there is no time during nap time these days unless there's a miracle. And after school the kids just want to play outside or go for a walk.<br />
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I've been hella busy since I got back. A 3 yr old birthday party, double Easters to plan/host, work and let's add in a couple photo shoots, hey maybe a wedding too since my sister decided to get engaged, and get married 5 months later. Hey no pressure.<br />
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All those added together makes me tired and when I'm tired I make really poor food choices. No bueno.<br />
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So let's get real. I know I can't get to these goals without working my ass off, although now that I actually have one (thank you squats, lunges, leg lifts) I really don't want it to disappear. But I have to be real and I have to be committed. That half isn't going to run itself and marathon training is up after that.<br />
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So today I'm re-stating the goals. I'm going to work my butt off and change my habits. I know it's going to be hard and I'm not going to deny myself totally. I will still have a cheat meal. But a meal not a weekend.<br />
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Sunday-REST days (just as important as workout days)<br />
Monday - Early morning strength / After work run<br />
Tuesday - Spin it up girl<br />
Wednesday - Early morning strength / After work run<br />
Thursday - Spin it up girl<br />
Friday - Yoga/Pilates (Stretch it out)<br />
Saturday - Long A run<br />
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I do really well with lists so hopefully this will keep me accountable.<br />
I'll be meal planning on Fridays, so I can shop and meal prep on Saturday.<br />
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This will help keep me accountable, and hey if you're struggling and need someone to keep you accountable let me know. I'll help you out. We can do this together!!!<br />
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Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-43733638012121622202014-04-25T08:56:00.002-05:002014-04-25T08:56:57.417-05:00Weekend FunWho is ready for the weekend? Anyone? Well this girl is ready for the weekend!<br />
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This the first weekend since before Halloween that we don't have something going on. Seriously it's like busy city over here. I'm not complaining at all. We just have many family functions, birthday parties, holidays, work, work, work, but it will be nice to accomplish some of my own projects that have been sitting around here undone.</div>
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Back in August I wanted to paint the kids rooms before we moved Big T up with Lil C. Here's the fun part, my hubs hates painting so it's all on me. Which is fine because I love to paint as long as I can do it without 5 million kiddos running around. That room hasn't been painted since before B was born 9 years prior. It was time. It started off with a jungle theme.</div>
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I ended up just painting it the same color it was before. I really love the neutral green. I was originally going to go with a more juvenile car theme, but then I found some vintagey looking signs and such from Hobby Lobby. Perfect! Still cool enough for the boys now, and will grow with them as they grow.</div>
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But I still am waiting on some bigger signs and I have to put their curtain treatments back up. </div>
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B's room: When her and Big T shared a room I changed the room from pink princess to a castle theme with a knight, a princess a dragon. I even painted a castle on the wall. It took forever but it looked great. Oh and this is wood paneling people. If you've ever have painted paneling you know it's a pain in the behind. Ick.</div>
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Fun Fact: I use to be a huge artist. I would paint pictures and murals all the time, then I had children and free time was minimal. Maybe one day. </div>
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Anyway back to the room, so B wanted a Paris themed room this time. Perfect again it's not too kiddish as she's growing up fast and yet not to mature. BUT here's the big problem she did not want her walls to be gray. Which with the motif and such they really should be, so we compromised on tan. Ehhh...I'm not over the moon with it but what are you going to do.</div>
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The stuff I need to finish in there is sew the tiered window treatment, hang the chandelier that finally arrived, put up the tie backs, hang up the necklace holder, and make the pushpin board.</div>
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Then onto the BLUE bathroom. When we moved into our home it was perfect for us. Yes it needed some updating but it was ready to move in. We had 1 pink bathroom with a lovely (sense the sarcasm) rose border, and a blue bathroom complete with a blue toilet. The pink bathroom we repainted a couple years ago. In August we decided to update the toilets and thank god get rid of the blue toilet. So I decided to paint the blue bathroom and get rid of the lovely blue flower border. We eventually will be doing an overhaul when we redo the downstairs but for now paint, new towel hooks, and a curtain to cover the YMCA tile shower we have going on, but you do what you can with what you have.</div>
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So that is part of what's on my agenda, along with get rid of the excess... Yes, it's the wonderful time of year that I go through my house like a mad woman and get rid of the stuff that is just collecting dust. Clothes, books, toys, etc. I don't mind having it if it's actually being used, but when it just takes up space I'm over it. So that is also on the agenda. Also, I'll have control of the remote on Saturday night!!! My hubs is having his garage night so it will be me Hans solo with the TV. This is huge for me. I rarely have control over it because I normally don't care. I'm usually doing something while it's on anyways.</div>
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Monday will be recommitting to my goals. Come back and check out what's going on there.</div>
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Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-19122310481558082014-04-21T10:40:00.001-05:002014-04-21T10:40:42.793-05:00One Year Ago<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the midst of the pain and heartache, we as runners did not falter. We ran to the nearest hospitals to give blood, and help others. We as runners, all over the world ran for those that had their dream of a Boston Marathon Finish taken away. We as runners ran untied. We wore our blue and yellow to support our fellow runners and we took it to the streets to Run for Boston!</div>
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Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-2092317499946532132014-04-18T10:11:00.000-05:002014-04-18T10:11:13.554-05:003 years old4/19/2011 - It was a very cold day. We headed to the hospital early enough so I could get induced.<br />
We were getting ready to welcome the littlest B child. After some labor, an epidural and a nap we welcomed our little man into the world. Only weighing in at 8lbs 4oz, (a whole lb lighter than the first two).<br />
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It was a record snow storm on the day we welcomed little C into the world. One of the worst in WI history. It caused the lights to shut off and the generators to pop on. Picture laying in a hospital with the lights off...insert every creeper movie you've ever seen...Ekkkkk.. But the snowstorm passed through the night and we were left with a 9" blanket of snow. We all slept peacefully and welcomed visitors during our stay.<br />
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Lil C was and continues to be the easiest of the three mini's. He's laid back and I thank my lucky stars a good sleeper. He has potty trained in record time, and his baby fro has me with some serious hair envy. He is truly my mini me.<br />
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<br />Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-57813004296602241252014-04-16T08:35:00.000-05:002014-04-16T08:35:15.535-05:00Good News and a Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I did get some good news on Tuesday!!<br />
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I totally forgot that Monday they would be sending emails out to those that made it into the lottery for the Chicago Marathon. Truth be told while I was running my last half, I was really thinking that I would just stick to halfs. Why? you ask. Well, I really enjoyed my half. It was just enough, and I wasn't dying through it. I didn't have to spend half my Saturdays training for it, or eating for it. It was just nice and perfect.</div>
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Marathon training is no joke. You have to eat like a lumberjack and spend many Saturdays getting up early so you're not running in the heat. If you've ever ran a full marathon you know what I'm talking about. Legs on fire, ankles swelled up, etc. Then I got to thinking...this is what it felt like when I first ran my halfs. If my halfs are becoming easier than I need to up my game. So I think doing a marathon once this year isn't out of the question. I still have 2-3 more halfs before the full. I also just registered for another my Team Triumph event.</div>
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After the race I had another place on my agenda before I met up with the shower to rinse the salt and sweat away. Gas Monkey Garage wasn't too far from where the race was being held and I figured why not.<br />
Maybe I could get a picture with my medal and the hosts. If not I would still get cool points from my husband.<br />
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I will miss hanging out with my girl Fe and her family. She is like a sista from another mister. We finished each others sentences and even strangers thought we were related. LOL. I love her just like she's one of my sisters. </div>
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This being my first time I was there I really just wanted to enjoy it and not feel like I had to go see all the sights. Next time though I will be running a race with my girl and maybe we'll see some more sights. I'm certain no matter what we do we'll have a blast.</div>
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<strong></strong>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03710548133579480077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858262939844760313.post-68860960053683366232014-04-11T11:44:00.001-05:002014-04-14T13:01:03.802-05:0019 Minutes....Welcome back to reality is what I thought Wednesday morning. While on vacation I missed my mini's so much, what I didn't miss was the attitude and whining. Such is the life of a mom.<br />
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Things have been a little hectic coming back to reality but hey I'll take it. I have mini man's birthday party this weekend. I still can't believe he's going to be 3 next week. We had to do his birthday a week earlier since Easter is the same weekend as his birthday. If you've read this blog you know we host Thanksgiving and Easter so add a birthday party in there too and it would seriously drive me to crazy town.<br />
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Speaking of crazy town (do you like that little segway), I've been out of sorts the last couple days. I think it's partially due to not running. I give myself a little break after a big race. This race was awesome but like after my marathon I've felt nauseous, head achy, and fatigued. I wasn't sure on the cause and thought it was maybe due to dehydration...nope actually I've done such a great job drinking my water that I was actually over-hydrated. Who would have thought? Not me. So I've been taking it easy and now know that I need to up the salt intake a couple days prior to a bigger race. Check and check.<br />
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Now onto the good stuff: Wisconsin does Texas<br />
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The flight down there was ok. My first flight was a breeze, the second was filled with turbulence. I'm glad I was able to sleep a little on that one. Thank you so much anxiety that had be up all night prior to my departure. <br />
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Once I landed and after I found my way out of the airport I slowly ran to my host Miss Fe. Well not slow run like in the movies, although I did suggest it. We hugged and it was so great to finally meet my biggest supporter from Texas. Yes, it's weird to meet up with someone you've never actually met before, but over the past almost 2 years we've emailed and texted everyday. We shared our struggles, our accomplishments, our frustrations, the list goes on. Sometimes in life you're given a gift and you need to acknowledge that gift and not take it for granted. This girls is my gift. She's never given up on me and has always been there when I needed her. To meet her in real life was the best. </div>
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Anyways, so after the grabbing the bags (baaagggs, as they say in TX) we headed out to pick up my race gear. This was suppose to be a trip that I supported her. She was going to run her first half marathon and I was so excited to be able to be there to support her, but sometimes things don't work out like their planned. She had hurt her foot and know was in an air cast. Insert sad face here, but that just means we need to meet up again so I can support her. After a quick shopping experience we were at her house and I met the family!</div>
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We just chilled out Wednesday after some Big Red Ritas at the local Mexican spot, and a quick trip to Home Depot. I would insert the picture of her hubby hugging a plastic owl but he may come up here and kill me. LOL </div>
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Thursday night we bowled a bit and I kicked some butt, not by much but I still won! LOL And I got some much needed nachos. Oh lord I love vacations.</div>
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The next couple miles breezed by. I was thinking to myself "this is the furthest I've ever ran without stopping to walk". My eyes started to well up with tears. I was so proud. I finally did stop and walk at mile 9. I was talking to a girl that was interveling her way through a marathon. She was the most positive person. She had hurt her IT band but wasn't giving up. I loved talking to her and then it was the split and we went our separate ways, but her words were racing through my head. "I'm thankful to be able to be running, even if it's for a mile. There are so many people that can't or won't take a chance." I'd like to think she finished her race strong! </div>
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My official time was 2:46:22. Bam bitches. That's 19 minutes better than my half a year ago!!! And I know I could have done better if I didn't stop and help a sister out, but it's ok! As I crossed the finish line into the arms of my dear friend I had tears in my eyes. Tears of joy because two years ago I decided that I needed to change something in my life. I needed something that would be my go-to. My go-to in helping lose weight, controlling my anxiety, and eventually helping someone else. Running has done that for me and it continues to help me. Running has connected me with the most awesome people and I hope that I can give back more than I've been given. </div>
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Tomorrow I have to get up bright and early to hop on a plane and fly down to Texas!<br />
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I'm really excited and nervous at the same time. Excited because I get to see my friend Felecia! I'm nervous because well flying solo gives me hives. I mean I'm not going to freak out and tell everyone there's a woman churning butter on the wing.<br />
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I will do my best and put on my big girl panties, and pretend that I'm a pro. When, really I'll be quivering like a lost puppy. Ekkk.... but once I land safe and sound on Texas soil I'll be ready to:<br />
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Monday -<span style="color: red;"> Run Did it 6 miles!</span></div>
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Friday - Yoga <span style="color: red;">Did it</span></div>
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Saturday - Run <span style="color: red;">4 miles, Bowling for 2 hours</span></div>
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Sunday - Rest <span style="color: red;">Of course I did</span></div>
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