Roll, roll, roll your foot Not-so-gently on the floor Ugly, ugly, ugly As you hobble out the door Three and a half weeks until my race. No biggie, I'm sure. A visit to the doctor might be in order. 😦
Grief is a very weird thing. It's been almost three years since my dad's death, and I had forgotten how exhausting it was to have a sick family member. I'm two weeks to the day past Jenna's death and am still trying to figure out what my new normal is. Parents aren't supposed to bury… Continue reading Getting Back Into The Groove
I love when Facebook Memories remind me of such happy times. I teased Mark about this conversation for MONTHS following this vacation.
I have struggled to find the words to express how I feel right now. Last week was filled with the highest of highs, and the lowest of lows. My seventh grandchild was scheduled to be induced last week. The day before her induction, my husband and I learned that our daughter who has been in… Continue reading Circle Of Life
The best laid plans, as always, aren't what they started out to be. After three fairly stressful weeks, I have ditched the half marathon plan. At some point, I may decide to go for it again, but for now I am content to do my normal Mississippi 7K race. The reality of my life right… Continue reading Ever Changing Plans
I've mentioned a number of times that recovery weeks are difficult for me. They're mentally exhausting. I don't sit well. I don't "do nothing" well. My recovery weeks typically consist of lots of walking and lots of yoga. You know, enough to keep the old body moving and flexible with as little impact as possible.… Continue reading Week 4 – Recovery
This is what joy looks like. This is what pain looks like. When the pain looms closer than the joy, it is hard!