Gooood morning! It’s Tuesday! Today will be filled with cleaning and, of course, a run. My in-laws are coming into town tomorrow to watch R and J so Dave and I can go on our first kid-free overnight! I’m so excited. I love my babies to the moon and back, but I’m excited to spend some alone time with my husband.
Last Thursday, we went on our first family double jogger run of the season. I know it’s so nerdy and nuclear family of us, but I love running with my little squad. We only covered 2.5 miles, but it was enough to just get out of the house on a beautiful night and spend time together.
Fast forward to yesterday, I got a 5.25 miler in on the treadmill. I wanted to run outside so badly, but my intestines gave that a hard no so treadmill it was. I swear treadmills are harder for me. I think- I know- it’s a mental game, so I try to mix it up as much as I can. Last night it was a speed ladder. I ran 3 songs at 9:40 pace, then every song I increased the treadmill by .2 (so like 20 seconds?) for 6 songs, eventually getting up to 8-minute pace, then 3 more songs at 9:40 pace and a cool-down walk to get me 5.25. Ba-bam! Love it. I’m also loving Panic! At the Disco for running lately.
Tonight will probably be a quick 3- to 4-miler because, again, deep cleaning.
I’ve also been going on a bit of a spring cleaning/Marie Kondo craze lately and am organizing and nesting like I’m pregnant (I’m not!!). Anyway, the Vietnam Veteran’s Association does this great donation project called Pick-Up Please and today they are coming to pick-up a bunch of clothing and shoes and bedding, some of which I’ve had since childhood. Yeah, I know. This was long overdue. But at least it’s getting done.
What are your plans for the day? The week? Have you ever taken an overnight without your babies? Let me know in the comments!
You may or may not remember, but I’ve been on Humira for ulcerative colitis since May. In October, they doubled my dose after a colonoscopy showed still severely active inflammation. Even after the doubled dose, however, I still have inflammation and symptoms, so after some back and forth with insurance (of course, right?), I got approved for Entyvio and yesterday was my first loading dose. Hurray!
It was pretty straightforward and weirdly relaxing. The nurse took me took me to the infusion office and set me up in a nice chair and explained the process. The infusion would start slowly to see how my body reacted to it, then she would increase it as we went. She hooked me up and I pulled out my book and read for the next hour and a half while she periodically checked my blood pressure and increased the Entyvio.
At the end of the 90 minutes, she unhooked me and I was good to go.
I felt so much better today then I did on Humira days when I’d feel exhausted and just all around bummy. Of course, that could also have been the beautiful weather today, but we’ll see. My next infusion is in two weeks.
Which brings me to my next topic. I WENT ON A DUSK RUN TODAY!
Evening-sunset-dusk runs are my favorite and the winter keeps me from them. But since daylight savings time is back, I have time to go outside after Dave gets home from work. This week was chaotic with my baby boy in the ER on Monday night (he’s okay now) and yesterday just being a general nightmare, but today made up for it all.
I ran an 8:11 mile and kept a sub-9 average pace which felt waaaay easier than the same run on a treadmill so I will take that win!
When is your favorite time to run? Do you love daylight savings time as much as I do?
P.S. Happy Birthday to my big sister!! Love ya!
Well hi again!
Six months ago, I was stoked after reading Rachel Hollis’ Girl, Wash Your Face and determined to stop starting over, to work for it, to grab life by the horns.
And then I haven’t blogged since.
So, how successful have I been? I guess that’s open for debate. I had a temp freelance job writing social media for a communications company for five months. I joined a gym with childcare. I finished crocheting a blanket for R and began one for J. I’ve made progress on my novel. I’m training for another marathon.
In that regard, I have been. But generally speaking, I don’t feel any different. I don’t feel any more accomplished and I certainly don’t feel like I haven’t wanted to start over once a week.
Maybe that’s all part of it, though? That even though my life is moving forward and I am trying, I definitely have room to improve upon my goals and consistency, but that doesn’t mean I’m failing. It doesn’t mean I need to start over. I need to realign and keep pushing.
How about you? How has your life been moving forward? What are your goals?
I look forward to chatting a lot more often!
Hey, all! Long time, no see.
I’m excited. You see, I’ve been inspired. Last week, my little family and I went on vacation to the Outer Banks with my husband’s extended family, but right before we left I finished Girl, Wash Your Face by Rachel Hollis. And it left me so motivated.
The line that really stuck with me is where she talks about wanting to write a book and writes, “I decided to stop giving up… Just once, I thought, Just once I’d like to know what it’s like to finish!”
I mean, right?!
So during vacation, I mulled it over. I got myself pumped up and decided to just go for it. Just do the damn thing! (Have you seen The Bachelor? It makes me irrationally angry, but seems to work here.)
I immersed myself deep into vacation and had a blast. But decided that when it was over I was done making excuses. Saturday, our 8-9 hour drive home turned into 12 hours. With a 1 year old and a 2 year old in the car. We got home around 10pm.
Still, Sunday morning I made my way out of bed to a heated yoga class.
Monday, my husband joined me on a 21-day fix workout at 9pm.
And yesterday, despite being tired as all get out and just wanting to lay down during the kids’ naptime, I turned on Beachbody and owned AAA day in 80-Day Obsession.
I set my alarm for 6am today (after 6:30 baby wake-ups all vacation because of sunrise, this seems less hard) and actually rolled my butt outta bed to write and here I am.
Because Rachel Hollis is right. Nobody cares about your dreams as much as you do. YOU are in control of the work you put out.
I’ve read other light-a-fire books. Grace, Not Perfection most recently and You Are a Badass. Both were awesome books and got me jazzed. But this time, I don’t know. This time, I don’t want to look back. I’m 31 years old. I don’t want to spend my free time scrolling Facebook or Instagram posts I don’t care about.
So let’s raise our mugs of coffee (because, hello, it’s 7am and too early for whiskey or wine) and realize that it’s time to work for it! And let’s just do it!
Okay, my son is crying, back to reality. Buh-bye!