So now my oldest daughter is mad at me for being such a stingy thoughtless pig of a mom to eat all the donut holes and not even save her a crumb. Ooops. But it sure is hard to take her seriously when she has "I love Justin BEAVER" written all over her arm. Do you think I should tell her that it is Bieber? Or at least show her a video of Mr. Beaver so that she knows who she is crushing on these days? Perhaps I will.
Follow Up
Quick follow up from yesterday's motherhood post. I realize that I never let you guys know how it all ended up. Here's the lowdown:
- My first grade daughter is actually a VERY self confident little lady. She really does love herself and doesn't think twice about being herself and speaking her mind.
- Yes, it can be shocking to hear talk like this from a first grader but like I said, some kids her age are just learning to experiment with the power of words for getting attention. Even though the note wasn't written for us, it was written for her best friend...someone she wanted attention from.
- The negative self talk was due to a rough week with a crabby nagging mom and friendship issues at school. It was probably her way of processing during a week when she mostly likely felt like she could nothing right. Between me getting on her case about every little thing and her girlfriend drama, she wasn't feeling so hot about herself.
- After our talk, things got MUCH better! She's been cheerful and open with us this week and all seems well.
- Thankful for the learning experience and the opportunity to work through things as a family. Another building block for a happy healthy life.
Running--being a slave to the number
Goodness, it can be so easy to get a number in my head and then get obsessive about it. Weekly Mileage for example. I think it really should only be a ballpark number but it is easy to get in the trap of playing that number game in my head so that I reach that number by the end of the week. This is good and bad. Good in that it helps me reach big goals and stay driven. Not so good when it gets in the way of listening to our bodies and running even when our body is saying
"Hey!! Hey you! I need a rest day. A break! STOP Running NOW!"
"Hey!! Hey you! I need a rest day. A break! STOP Running NOW!"
Good thing is that my "listening to my body" vibe is working and is stronger than that obsessive "slave to the number" side of my marathon running brain. So today I had planned on at least 11 miles. I ran 3 slow miles this morning and then was planning on an 8-10 progression run at the gym later in the morning. After being called down to the daycare because my son had to pee, I just couldn't get back in it. I called it a day with a 5 mile progression run and that was just fine. I'm not going to lie, after those donut holes, I'm seriously thinking about sneaking out the garage for a few more miles after my daughter's Christmas performance. But, really, my body is tired and I think I do need a little break. I should still be in the range of 60-70 miles this week even with a break so there is money in the bank so to speak.
Off to get myself presentable for a Preschool Christmas performance. I'm a little worried about the copious amounts of desserts that I will be faced with tonight. Not so sure I have very good self-restraint right now. But it sure is fun watching 4 year olds sing their little hearts out!
1. Do you get obsessive about mileage, paces, and plans? Is it hard for you to break the plan and change things based on how you're feeling? I'm pretty good at this for the most part. Not going to lie though, I can see how runners can get just a tad obsessive and have difficulty veering from the plan they have in their heads.
2. Are you a fan of Justin Beaver (Bieber)? Ha ha. I have never even heard him sing but I'm about to youtube him so that I can get to know my future son-in-law a bit.
3. Do you have a hard time being around sweets and junk food without stuffing your face with them?? Obviously, I have issues. This is why I try not to have stuff like this in our house too often. Holiday season is the worst.
Amanda



