Another serendipitous meeting of prompts that helped me to express my thoughts about completing the Taji100. “Complete” might be too strong of a word since I am no where near the 100 miles I was supposed to run for this challenge during February. Between snow days and hubby traveling, finding the time to run was more difficult that usual. Coupled with freezing weather, I just couldn’t bring myself to run with the stroller either – Mommy guilt: it’s ok if I’m running in the freezing cold but I don’t want to put my child through that.
Still, I think about all the men and women in the military who suffer in heat and cold and other uncomfortable (to put it mildly) situations all over the world. I know my difficulties are nothing compared to the trials of being active military.
I asked one of my friends who was in the Army how he can run so fast. His answer was, “You learn to run fast when someone is shooting at you.”
My personal goal now is to run 50 miles before February 28. Yes, I know that’s tomorrow…I’m going out for a 10-15 mile run right after I post this. It’s 25 degrees out but at least there aren’t snipers in my neighborhood.
This sensuous poem is not my usual style. As a mom, first and foremost, this aspect of my being is usually lost under layers of laundry, piles of dishes and miles of after- school chauffeuring.
One aspect of my husband that I am most thankful for is that he hasn’t forgotten this part of me. He finds me under all those layers and reminds me that I am still a desirable woman; that because I have brought life into this world – into his world – that it makes me more beautiful, more wanted, more than enough. So this Valentine Quadrille is dedicated to TKD for remembering and loving all my changing topography. ❤️❤️
As with a lot of people, I posted last week my health goals for the year. So despite the 30 degree weather, I went for a short run by myself while my kids were at their horse riding lessons. It was so cold that my breath never warmed up enough for me to see it, but I did feel pretty bada$$ running in the cold. Like I was a real runner and nothing was going to stop me from a run.
Of course, I am a “real runner” but my recent spate of not prioritizing running has made me feel somewhat of an imposter. I mean, isn’t family supposed to come before running? And what about my passion of writing? What I’m really striving for is balance! Not the sometimes elusive scale balance (holding an ice cream cone in each hand does not a balanced scale make!) but the even more rare, life balance. Where, oh where, is that life balance? Maybe it’s hiding under the running shoes….
It’s been a busy travel filled holiday so those moments of stillness have been few and far between. As 2019 fast approaches, I am thinking of changes, improvements to work on in the new year. I know this blog has evolved and it’s become less about running and more poetry based. Maybe it’s because I have been doing more writing than running these days, but that’s going to change in 2019 too! Thoughts? Please let me know in the comments.
This is my response to Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #164 – Heights. Yes, that’s me doing a zip line. It’s probably one of the more gutsy things I’ve done as an adult. I was chaperoning my daughter’s field trip and all the kids had done the zip line and they said the grownups can do it so…I took the plunge (literally!). It isn’t bungee jumping or sky diving but for a risk averse mama, this was a big deal! And it was fun! You only reach the high, if you’re willing to climb the mountain (or tower)!
I have mentioned in the past about losing my twins, Larissa and Lucas, who were born at too early at 23 weeks. This Quadrille and the next poem are dedicated to them. They are still and will always be children in my life – their song lives in my heart forever.