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Pursuing The Finish

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At the beginning of each year, it is hard not to set a New Year’s Resolution.  It is all over the media, your friends and family are talking about it, its tradition.  It becomes difficult to fight the peer pressure of setting that annual, often quickly broken expectation for the year.

There is a term for the influx of new people at the gym.  Regular sweaters call the newbies “Resolutioners”.  The regulars feel disdain for the newbies.  They use the machines that they want to use.  They don’t follow the unwritten rules of the gym.  They generally just get in the way.  The regulars want the resolutioners to go away and as history has shown us, 92% of them will.

Just 8% of resolutions make it the full year.  ONLY 8%!

This year I have fought the peer pressure and have not set a resolution.  I will not give up diet soda, or chocolate.  I won’t work out more, or lose 100 pounds.  I don’t need the added pressure to my life.  Instead of a resolution, this year I have a “theme”.  I will be working on multiple  small goals that are all connected to the common theme of “Finishing“.

I have a list of tasks and projects that have been left undone.  I have goals to be accomplished.  There are things that I have started repeatedly and have never finished.  One by one, I will be working to make list of the uncompleted smaller.

I am happy to report that I have already crossed oneIMG_5709 item off of my list.  The elusive Sudoku book.  I have NEVER finished an entire Sudoku book.  It gets lost, ruined, or thrown out before all of the numbers are carefully entered.  I made it my first mission of finishing in 2014.  It was liberating to turn the page to that last puzzle.  Puzzle 117.  For years I had pondered what that moment of finishing would feel like.  It was hard to fill in the last few squares, but it felt empowering all the same.   It was so great to take something off the “finishing list!”

There are two more things up next on the mission of finishing.  First a blanket that was started in 2010.  I am only 9 long rows from being done.

The second is a far more challenging goal.  I desire to finish a chap stick, to keep a tube from being lost or sent through washer before I reach  the very end!  Has this ever been done?  I polled everyone in my office and according to my data, this would be a first!!!

Heres to 2014, the year of finishing.  (And soft lips.)

The Time Has Come

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     I am just days away from my race, but I am many dollars away from my goal!  Please, please, help me to reach the $1300 goal for the students of Variety Child Learning Center.  This school has truly changed the course of my sons life!

How You Can Help!

It is very easy to help me reach this goal!  There are three ways to donate:

     1.   Donate online In section 4 write in “Variety of Miles”
     2.   Please make Checks out to Variety Child Learning Center and write “Variety of Miles” in the memo field.  Checks can be mailed to:

Variety Child Learning Center
Attn: Development
47 Humphrey Drive
Syosset, NY  11791
 
     3.    Give checks made out to Variety Child Learning Center to me when you see me. ( But please let me know you have one for me!!)
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9 + 1 =


10!!  That’s right… 10!  That’s how many miles were on the training schedule… TEN!!  I know that I am planning in just 3 short weeks to complete 13 miles, but the concept of 10 miles just feels monumental. 
I am blessed to have access to a beautiful bike path.  There are points along the way where I feel transported out of Long Island and to a world with no traffic!  There are wild flowers and swamps, thickets of trees and lakes.  There is one spot along the path that someone has turned a little bluff into a beautiful garden sanctuary.  Running this path has changed my run. I actually enjoy it more. 
Last week I deviated from my running schedule.  On Saturday I conquered the 9 miles, but there was a lot of walking and a lot of wishing the miles away. I was happy when I was done and I was happy with my overall time.  Then on Sunday was the Zombie Race. During the zombie experience I had an epic gravity failure that had me imitating superman down the side of a muddy hill. Thankfully I wasn’t seriously injured besides the bruised ego. At the end of the day I was proudly sporting scrapes and scratches and the promise of some grotesque bruises, but I felt good.  A little ice on my bum knee, a cold beer and I’ll be on my way… Or so I thought. 
By Tuesday morning I could put no weight on my right foot. My middle toe was very red and angry and swollen. My toe nail was black and crack 3/4ths of the way down. I couldn’t help but gaze upon the toe with pride while I painfully attempted a shoe and sock.  The voice of reason stopped me and when office hours rolled around I was on the phone with the podiatrist. 
With most of the nail removed and a promise of quick pain relief to come I hobbled home.  Instead on Wednesday I was greater by continued pain an it was too late to cancel my appointment with Frank the trainer.. Bring on a boxing session with no shoes on!!!
Friday was the first day I could get a sock and shoe on my foot. This made me terrified of Saturday’s run.  I had to just have faith that my 5 days off would be to a benefit. 
I was blessed to have incredible weather on Saturday, 68 and partly sunny. This weather makes it easy to settle into a run.  My three favorite boys dropped me at the trail head and I started off strong with an easy pace.  The boys meet between the 1 and 2 mile mark to wave an watch mommy go by.  I know that between mile 2 and 3 are two of the 5 uphill climbs on the route and they flew by with little notice. Continuing strong past the three mile mark I pushed off fueling as I was still in good shape. Miles 4, 5, and 6 passed almost as easily and when I hit the biggest hill of the whole route, I pushed to the top and kept going.  This was the first time that I hadn’t needed a walk at the top of this very steep overpass.  I was beginning to start to struggle and keep myself from walking and between miles 7 and 8 my hip started to complain.  I was able to pull back the pace a little until and get comfortable again.  I knew as I got towards the end that I would have to do some doubling back to get the 10th mile in.  At 9.1 I was surprised by my boys running towards me!  I love when they find me on the trail because it gives me such a boost!  Ben was so excited to run with me that he made it half a mile!  

The last half mile was the hardest steps of the entire route.  My tank was empty and my motivation was sapped…  but… I finished it!  All 10 miles!  And my reward….. and ice bath!
     I think more important that the running this week was the decision that I have made to turn this run into a fundraiser.  I will be running to benefit the children of Variety Child Learning Center.  Please check out the info!

Shaming of the Mom

Being a new mom is one of the most incredible and incredibly scary things a woman can go through.  It is an instant admission to one of the world’s oldest and most amazing clubs!  It is remarkable that for eons, women have been having the same experience around the world.

There is a cost however, to joining the club… I like to think of it as, “The Shaming of the Mom”.  New moms are constantly doubting themselves, worried that they are not measuring up to astronomical standards..  It doesn’t help that in the age of Pinterest and Instagram, it is even easier to dig your way to the China of doubt.

It is so simple to compare our private nite mare to the picture perfect world of everyone else’s “best foot forward”.  You know exactly what I talking about… You sit down on the couch to take “a moment” as a naked Dear Child runs by with a cape of toilet paper, the cat over his shoulder, screaming about what a terrible person you are.  Dear Child then climbs the pantry shelves, knocks over the open bag of flour (because you haven’t had the time to put it in one of those pretty canisters with the custom chalkboard pant label) and grabs a highly processed, packaged, and sugared snack (the kind that those Pinterest Mom’s would NEVER feed their children).  In exacerbation, you pick up your device of choice (smart phone, tablet, etc) and click through the social media Portal of Doom (Pinterest, Instagram, Facebook, etc.).  Picture after picture… art projects, home baked goodies, gourmet dinners, spotless living rooms.

It’s a never ending parade of carefully edited, picture perfect moments.  We don’t see the individual pictures but a cacophony of virtual perfectness.  We begin to feel that is the norm and everyone else do it, meeting and in some cases surpassing the standard of “perfect”.  We look at our personal words and the tidal wave of shame comes crashing down.  

REMEMBER:

There is no magical measuring stick to “mom-ness”.  Every mother has their moments, when the stars align, Every mom is different and special and wonderful and perfect.  Every mom has her good days and her bad days. Put the binoculars down and stop the comparison.
the children behave and we have all of the parts to do a project that has been taunting from the virtual to do list.

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