Crab-tab-u-lous

I’ve hit it.  Whatever “it” is, I smacked into it two days ago and it has not let go.

The past three days have got me in a place I question if I will be able to crawl out of.  That’s bullshit actually, I’ll crawl out, it’s just not pretty and very dark in there.  It’s not like I’m dying of cancer, I have CHOSEN to train for an ironman.  What was I expecting, a picnic?

The week started fine enough with a 35 mile ride and a 3 mile run (this is where Adam says I sound like his dad replaying his golf game–let’s talk Den).

Tuesday morning’s track workout got aborted due to childcare issues, so I had to do it at 3pm, when it was BLAZING hot.  Once I was on the third of 8 800’s at the track, I decided it was not smart to continue (the temp gauge in my shoe read 104 degrees) on the black track of death.

Wednesday was a 2 mile swim, which went fine and then a 60 ride.

Many months ago, Jon rode with us and spoke of his “pain cave”.  The place where you get to when it hurts so bad you don’t want to continue, but you have to, so you find a happy place and try to live in the cave and hopefully then it passes.  Well, I am pretty sure, in that 60 mile ride, that I bought a pain cave, lived in it, remodeled it, had a family in it and then sold it for another better pain cave all by mile 54.

I seriously crushed my 100 mile ride last week and crumbled on 60 this week.

Today, due to the fact I did not finish my 8×800’s (which I will reattempt next week), I got to do an 8 mile time trial run down by the river.  So for me, the goal was to run an average pace of 7:30’s or so.  THIS IS HARD WORK FOR ME PEOPLE.  Again, I had child care issues, so had to do it later in the day, thank God it was cooler and slightly breezy BUT when I came to the half way point (this tt is timed and then posted and then you race against yourself again later) there was construction on the way back, which brought me off track and out of the way on a detour.

I decided to stop to figure out how to get back (which totally screwed my time and rendered the tt useless), then I limped along wondering if I would ever get back, then I got back on track and THEN I decided to try to haul it home (darkness, should I keep going or not, does it really matter or not, who cares it’s totally a waste because it’s not the same as last time is what was beating in my brain) only to be smacked in the face with a 20 mph head wind.  Needless to say, all that effort seemed like a waste.

So here I sit, crabby, exhausted, mean and nasty. Simply wondering what problems I will have on my 18 mile run tomorrow and how the hell I am going to finish 115 miles on my bike on Saturday.

Maybe I should just bring a little bit of the Windsor along, because THAT will help with hydration in this heat.

So very gratifying

Are you a picker?  You know, one of those people who like to pick zits or pick other peoples zits?

I’m not, just in case you were wondering.

But, that aside, I just bought a snake.  Not a snake that slithers around but a snake you put down your drain, deep into the bowels of your plumbing.

And let me tell you, I am sure I just got as equal of a high, when I pulled out the three inch long hair/soap/skank clog in my bathroom shower last night, as a picker does hitting the mirror with their popped zit.

Live’n the dream baby

One day last week, I asked one of the woman at the bus stop how she was doing.  You know when you start up a conversation with someone you don’t relaly know, you care but only a little.

Her response made me laugh, for so many reasons.  And then I said to her, I’m going to start using that.  For the past three days, whenever anyone asks me how I am, I respond, “Live’n the dream!”

Try it.  It makes those asking the question stop to think for a second about what you really just said and then it typically elicits a laugh.  Which is the best part of the whole deal.

Signature Line

I received an email thread today regarding refrigeration usage at one of the kid’s schools.  After I got through all the hoo-haa of the email, I found this on the signature line.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.  Speak kindly.  Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

Happy New Year!

May this new year bring you abundance in all that you are looking for.

Happy 2010!

Advanced thinking

Because I am lazy, I decided to vacuum my coffee table today, instead of dust it.  Seriously…why not?

It went so smashingly that I think, in regards to cleaning, I will deem 2010 the year of GETTING IT DONE ANYWAY YOU CAN, it don’t have to be pretty.

Quiet Dawn

This morning around 7:00, the house was very still, everyone asleep but me. Then KP came walking down the steps, still stretching the sleep out of his body.

As the sunlight from the bathroom lit up half his little body I looked at him in his quiet state, in the quiet of the morning and a flood of emotion washed over me.  How big his little body had gotten, how cute he was, how funny was his hair splayed in all directions, and than that crooked smile that turned into a shy “oh no you’re looking at me” look.

At that moment I fell in love with him all over again.

Just wondering…

Would you…

Let your nine year old stay home with the other two kids while you went on a 30 minute bike ride?

Pull over to the side of the road to have your kid take their time out outside of the vehicle?

Serve your kids corn dogs for 3 consecutive nights in a row?

Send your precious 5 year old to a drop off program for 6 and up?

Would you?

The crack down

Seriously…I’m not sure if I would want to live at my house if I were a kid.

We have kicked off the summer with cleaning chores for everyone, everyday.  Why should I have to do it all?  Once said chores are done, we can move onto fun times.

Now we have also started our Summer Adventure List and the hope is we choose one fun thing to do a week (depending on the week).  These things range from bike rides to the Sculpture Garden to The MOA to hiking and going to the zoo.

But then there is this fighting that keeps happening.  So we have made a rule.

Rule:  If you fight and you can’t resolve it, BOTH parties go to their room and stay there until I say they can come out.  I have found waiting until the next meal allows them to really think about what they have done.

How this summer goes is totally up to the choices these kids make.  Get along…we will do real fine.  Fight…you will find out just how much paint was put on the walls of your room.

I’ll keep you posted.

He will blame me for this

I always laugh, KP gets almost everything he hears only half right. Tomorrows blog post will certainly give you a good picture of what I am talking about. But today’s post will show you where he may have gotten it from.

Monday night our whole family was sitting in the bleachers watching CT’s baseball game. It was getting dark and late, the kids were filling up on concession stand crap as a result of soccer and baseball running right through dinner time and into dusk.

PJ left her hot dog wrapper on her seat. I picked it up, crumpled it into a ball and threw it from my seat into to garbage can, since I still couldn’t walk right.

As the foil ball went straight into the can, the following conversation unfolded.

Me: yelling, Oh Yeahhhh…MOOOOONEY SSHHHHHOT!

Adam gives me a startled look.

PJ: Mom, what’s a money shot?

Me: A money shot is when you make it right in, it’s like the best shot you can make.

PJ: I wanna make a money shot. Money shot, money shot, money shot.

Adam: Now starting to shake his head and looking at me mouthing, What are you saying? Honey no, that’s not what it means!

KP: Can I make a money shot mom?

Me: Sure!

KP & PJ: Now chanting, Money shot, money shot, money shot.

Adam proceeds to tell me in a hushed tone that a money shot has more to do with the porn world then with me making the said shot into the garbage can.

As he illuminated my world, I couldn’t stop laughing. How priceless is it that our kids are chanting porn slang at the oh so whole some baseball game.

If you read to the very end of the Wikipedia definition, you will find that I am just about half right, in a very obscure way.