Thursday, December 11, 2014

Dang I have a lot to get down in writing. Guess random, bullet-point style is going to be the format.

Last week's running log:
(yes, still obsessed with running)
Monday- ran The Lake, 5 in 43:03; lifted full body
Tuesday- ran outside with the girls, 5.5 in 52:30; lifted legs
Wednesday- lifted shoulders
Thursday- 7 in 58:30 speed workout
2 m WU, 7x.5 (@8ish min), .25 recovery
Saturday- 10 mile trail run (don't know time. Do know I fell. And my ankle is sore. Not from falling, just from trailing. Ankle? Really?)

*I am still loving running. Something that has kept my love afloat is that I'm also reading about running. Between blogs, Born to Run, and Ultra Marathon Man, I'm getting a steady dose of daily influence that has taken me from a recreational/off and on runner to un poco obsessed runner. It made me realize that with similar habits, other areas of my life can improve. I want to put more daily focus on my spirituality and reap the same results. I think I've been skating by and feeling it.

*I saw the movie The Theory of Everything on Friday with my friend Stacey. The movie definitely isn't your happy ending, everything works out kind of American movie. It's the story of Stephen Hawking, inclusive of how his wife took on the impossible of caring for him in spite of knowing his disease. While watching the movie, I was enjoying my treat of popcorn and sour patch kids and relishing in the combination and how it allowed me to eat both more popcorn and more candy. Now granted, that example is definitely a "for better or worse" scenario. But I'm not kidding when I all of a sudden got the concept of needing an opposite in all things. The screen illustrated so vividly the sweet and salty of life. My treats I was eating helped me understand why we need the sweet and salty. Or better yet, how they work together as a team. Life can't be sustained on never-ending lows. Nor can it be sustained with continual highs. We need them both to cause balance and allow for longevity. Light bulb moment where words I'd heard all my life took on a new level of meaning. 

*Saturday night I asked Dallin if he wanted to fast. We haven't fasted with him since he got baptized as I've totally fallen off the fasting wagon and therefore never remember to mention it to him. Dallin was thrilled to do it. I asked him if he had ideas as to what he wanted to fast for. He said he wanted to fast to have more desire to read the scriptures more. I told him that was great, but out of curiosity, asked him if he felt like what we were doing as a family wasn't enough or didn't count. (Like I said, I just wanted to understand more where he was coming from.) He was all, "Well look, mom, one night we do, the next night we dint and you just never know!" Ouch! And here I was feeling all proud for how much I had improved as far leading that! Ha! He's a good kid. And once again, personal daily spirituality was something I had been wanting to improve on, but hadn't taken the initiative to shift into gear. But now? I'm on Team Dallin and have a reason to get going on something I've been wanting to do for awhile! He's a great kid. And….Porter excitedly jumped on the fasting band wagon. He declared he's going to start fasting every time. They both did great on Sunday and shockingly (especially for Porter…sorry but true!) didn't complain at all! (Yosh and I followed suit and it really was so inspiring to do together, being led by the kids!)

*Dallin and Porter have been propoganding HEAAAAAVVVY and hard to play tackle football. I took the boys to school one morning and the topic raised again. Dallin's parting, emotional words were, "So I just get to be the wimp of all f=my friends, the only one who still has to do flag?" …And he was out the door. After school we were back in the car and obviously Dallin had spent at least a portion of the day editing and solidifying his football argument. "Mom, you say I can't start tackle football until 7th grade. That only gives me 3 years of practice before I'm in high school. And in high school, that's when the scouters start coming. Mom, I'll never get a scholarship if I wait til 7th grade to start tackle football!" Said with much emotion and conviction. Only commentary I can give is that homeboy is definitely sharpening his negotiating skills. Well done, child. Still not going to give in and be forced to be back in Austin by August 1st, but your arguing skills are going to be money by the time things are all said and done.

*Going to put my pride in my back pocket and admit something. We had been playing a lot of spades with the boys- they're obsessed. Last night was their first time teaming up and taking on Yosh and I. Yosh and I got set last night in Spades by Dallin and Porter. Yes, you read that correctly. Unbelievable.
lucky Dad got a precious letter from the Ports


mama sleeping in calls for McDonalds for breakfast for the littles. Too bad the big boys are now responsible for taking care of themselves when I don't pull through for them!

my first trail run in Austin. It was amazing!


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

SLC baba-baby

October was the month of weekend traveling for us.
It's ok, don't feel sorry for me.
I love being kept on my toes, having the day to day pace mixed up, etc etc.

The tour started out in Salt Lake City.
I had gotten a call from The Yosh a couple months previous suggesting this Utah weekend trip.
Of course, I assumed there was a BYU football game involved.
What I didn't assume was that he wanted the whole crew to go.
But indeed, he had this vision of the fam hitting up Strawberry Lake with Matt Nordhoff and teaching his boys how to fish.

That catapulted him into action and he made it happen. We bunked up with Grammy and Bompa for the weekend where we were treated like royalty. I loved watching them in action and can only dream that those are the type of grandparents Yosh and I are.












Highlights of the weekend:
*fishing with the Nordhoff's (…or maybe just chatting with Jess for me!)
*the four boys went to the BYU/Utah State game. A very tragic 2nd quarter-- Taysom Hill broke his leg and that was the end of his season. All the boys, especially their leader, was in shock.
*I went to dinner on Friday night with Jess Nordhoff, Cami Hickcox, and Whitney Howes. I always love a good catch up sesh with these girls. They are amazing! 
*Yosh went duck hunting with Nordhoff. I've been trying to upload this video. Hopefully at some point I can because it sums up their outing!
*a 7 mile run that felt like a million bucks. I guess elevation doesn't get to me as much as I thought it would.
*We got to visit the Greenwood's down at their house and the cousins got some good play time.
*We got to hang out with the Reese's and Sorenson's on Saturday night. It was great seeing them after so long!
*Grammy made Swedish pancakes on Sunday morning, a childhood favorite for Yosh.
*Grammy made Sunday dinner and it felt like the good ole days!
*My Diet Coke cup never went empty the whole weekend- Bompa is quite the waiter! 

Hope fully I come back to edit/add to this but I'm posting while the posting is good!

Monday, November 10, 2014

Santa Barbara Veterans Half Marathon

So you know how there's Chinatown. Little Haiti. Korea town. Little Italy.
We've heard of these nooks wedged in big cities, right?
Well, I think of Santa Barbara as Little Kauai.
There's a flavor of the islands there that reminds me of my favorite vacation spot. 
And since I've yet to race in Kauai, Little Kauai is a great runner up.

First off, last week's running sched went a little something like this:
Monday: 5.5 miles 
Tuesday: 4 miles
Thursday: 2.3 miles
Saturday: GAME DAY!

Last Sunday night, I started coming down with something. I wasn't sure if it was a cough or a cold or if I was paranoid and hallucinating. Unfortunately, the latter wasn't the case. I guess it was just a cold/congestion of some strain because I never felt absolutely horribly, I've just yet to feel 100%. I was very short on energy and pretty congested the whole week.

Monday's run was fine. Tuesday I couldn't breathe very well but my run went ok. I thought that was weird (that I couldn't breathe well but still ran ok) but for surely wasn't complaining about it. Thursday I would have liked to run longer but I waited til 4:00 to run and that always causes issues. First thing in the morning running is my jam-- no excuses, interruptions, or emergencies happen at 5:30 am.
So, anyway, leading up to the race I was in a pretty good place mentally. I had just read this article where everything went wrong to make everything go right. My take away from the article was I wasn't about to throw in the towel and chalk this race up as a bad one because of a cold. I didn't make any predictions to what effect my congestion would have on game day. I was bound and determined to let life run it's course and not close any avenues before I needed to.

GAME DAY

Kady picked me up at 5:30 for the 45 minute drive to SB.
I ate a mini bagel and banana at some point before the race.
At 7:15 the gun went off. Thankfully, they did the start in waves. My bib number was 4593 and I saw some in the 5000's. It was very nice not starting all at once. Kady and I started about 8 minutes after the gun. Mile 1 was effortless and fast, 7:52. I don't know any splits after that. I do know that Mile 3 disappeared. I literally thought there was no way another mile had passed, but sure enough we were onto the next. I evened out pace wise after mile 3 or so and was a little surprised that I was only keeping an 8:25-8:30 pace. I'm still not sure how to approach game day strategy but my approach was more of an effort level. I wanted to be comfortably uncomfortable and be mindful of the fact that I still had x more miles to go. I turned music on at mile 5 but I think I only listened for 2 miles. I {think. I can barely remember all the details now} felt pretty good going into mile 10. That's where the big hill was. Thankfully, it was shorter than I anticipated- only .5 or .6 compared to the .85  was expecting. But it kicked my butt. That's when my cold/congestion/breathing issue was very apparent. I couldn't get the deep breaths that I needed and it was just hard. I did 2 minute run/30 second walk cycles until I reached the top. At the mile 11 aid station I took a minute and gathered myself. I did a teeny stretch and wanted to regroup so that I could start from 0 and find a decent pace. At some point pretty soon after that, I looked down at my Garmin and it read 1:34. That freaked me out because I knew I only had 16 minutes left to meet my goal and in that moment it felt absolutely impossible and pressure is always a detonator rather than a motivator for me. I told myself not to worry about the time and to just run hard for a minute. That was when I went back to my training tactics and told myself to stay focused in the moment instead of getting ahead of myself and feeling overwhelmed because of it. Because of that mini panic, I didn't look at my Garmin much more and have no idea what my pace was those last miles. Although I am very curious to know what they were. I will say I was LOUD the last miles. My breathing never recovered from the hill and I was breathing outwardly and loudly. Aaaaaaaaannnnnndddd my pep talks may have been out loud as well. Lo siento.


At mile 13 I saw Anneli and Chelsi and may have gotten just a bit emotional. It's weird, but through out this training cycle there have been a couple of times where the tears come. Little moments ignite a sense of accomplishment and remind me how far I've come as a runner and I guess tears are the natural reaction.

And then I crossed the finish line!
Official time 1:49:11.
About 1:30 ahead of my goal!
I got it done and it felt pretty amazing!

I used Gu chomp for fuel and started fueling at mile 4. Then I think 6, 9, and 11.
I walked through almost every water station. It was hot- sunny and mid 70's- and I wanted to make sure I stayed hydrated.

For someone who has always considered herself a 10 minute/mile runner, it's un poco surreal to see my pace creeping down in the 8's. I love it! It makes me question what I'm capable of. I appreciate where I am and am excited to keep moving forward.

I love the half marathon distance. It is a perfect balance of training hard without completely monopolizing my life. I'm ready to sign up for a couple more.

Oh and another PS…
I'm not feeling at all burned out on running. Usually after a half, I'm over the running sitch. Granted I'm saying that without having run a single time since the race so……
vamos a ver.

And last PS…
I have great friends.
Running is fun.
Life is fun.
But I really don't like doing either of those alone.
It was great to have Kady to drive up to the race with and so awesome to have Chels and Anneli waiting at the finish line and then go enjoy an amazing brunch together.
These girls are the best and I just feel lucky to have my people.
And now the pics.
Consider yourself warned…some are straight up ugly of me.
Apparently I cry ugly, exhaust ugly, and candid ugly.
Except for one.
Which I'll make sure I blow up extra big.
Insert wink emoji.
went with the BELIEVE sports bra and tank top




mile 13. Chelsi behind the camera on these shots.
And yes, I stuff my bra.










Monday, November 3, 2014

Week Recap

Last week's running

Monday: 5.5 miles
Tuesday: 3 miles
Wednesday: 6.5 miles, WU, 4x1 miles (@8:00), CD= 53:30
Thursday: 4 miles
Saturday: 8 miles

Last week was a taper week. I don't know if that acted as a decentive (can that please mean "opposite of incentive"?) to keep closer track of times. Or maybe it was the fact that last week sucked. I had 0 confidence building runs. One or all of the above resulted in less than detailed notes.

Enough about running. Let's just talk about sucky days that sometime turn into sucky weeks. That would be last week for me. I often feel like analysis of crappy days/weeks turns much more into a game of "Which came first: the chicken or the egg?" and therefore I rarely arrive at a newsworthy solution. But….things I've been curious about as to whether or not they are contributing factors:

1) My two previous running weeks were 40 and 46 mile weeks. Both numbers are way above my norm and way above my "best ever". Although I have no idea what my best ever number was as I've never kept track. But I wonder if it took a toll of my mind more than my body. (Or maybe more on my body which then took a toll on my mind. See? Another case in point set within a case in point. Chicken or egg….)

2) I wasn't feeding my body very well. Lots of snacking on less nutritious food. Which equalled less meals. Which equalled more snacking on even crappier food. Which led to me feeling disgusting some mornings with zero desire to eat anything. Which then left me working out on an empty stomach three hours after I woke up. Formula for no bueno performance is right there.

3) I've never been one to deal well with pressure and I wonder if I had some unconcious mental breakdown with my race coming up. As I've mentioned, I've never set a time goal on a race (besides PR pleeaaaaaaassssse??? Yes, every time. That's the only thing I ever think.) and I'm wondering if this is how I break down under pressure. Who knows. But maybe this is one reason we set goals and reach for them--- so that we can identify our weaknesses and work on them. Note: work on dealing with pressure as it comes closer to a deadline.

Now onto the positives and the ways in which I've grown:
*I got my kids to school everyday.
*I didn't fight with Yosh/take my emptiness out on him. In fact, him and I had a cook week.
*When I felt my mood slipping way south, I concentrated on fueling my body with things that would make me feel better.
*I didn't give up.    

Last week's highlights:
Having a family picnic on the driveway on Wednesday night. It was perfect fall weather, we ate pizza and salad and the boys played football.
*I took Dallin and Porter to Westlake's football game on Thursday night. Dallin was super cuddly and just wanted to chat with his mama.
*All the kids dressed up and loved Halloween. My neighbor, Alexa, hosted a Chipotle dinner before everyone started trick-or-treating.







Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Coronado 2014


Ahhhhhhhh I'm wanting to write, yet I'm already speechless.
Our Coronado vacation was perfect.
Simply.
Drum up everything that would go into a perfect vacation- the people, the activities, the food, the place- and you have our 10 days in Coronado.
So that leaves all my words feeling insufficient to sum up the feelings I have.


First off- travel schedule.
Friday night:
 kids and I arrived.
Desai's+ Harrison arrived.
Yosh arrived.
Hailey arrived.

Sunday:
Chelsi and baby Miles arrived.
Beverly+ kids arrived.
Yosh left.

Monday:
Desai's & Bev left

Thursday:
Yosh arrived.
Chelsi Hansen+ kids + Owen Peterson arrived (super late)

Friday:
Derek arrived.
Chelsi Baker almost left buuuuuut…
got an extra day!

Saturday:
Chelsi+ Miles left

Sunday:
Chelsi/Derek left.

Monday:
Yosh/I/kids left.
Hailey left.


Lots of people were coming and going, mixing up the dynamic, which kept the whole 10 days fresh and exciting. The weekends were a bit more intense with more visitors and during the week was more of a calm routine. This balance is exactly how I like things!

Activities:
*Beach beach and more beach.
The weather was perfect. And we all know California is hit and miss as far as beach weather goes, so I was feeling like we won the lottery.
The boys loved boogie boarding and looking in the rocks for ocean treasures. I loved riding the waves. Chelsi Hansen graced me with her company on one or two of the wave riding sessions!
*And after beach…pool and hot tub!
We had accèss to the amenities at Hotel del Coronado and that was beyond perfect.
*Beach cruising- dare I say BY FAR the favorite activity? So much so we rented bikes twice. I'm telling you life would be simpler and cheaper if we just bought a beach house and our own cruisers! Haha! We would have done a bike ride everyday if renting them wasn't involved. But the days we did rent them, we took advantage. We were gone for a couple hours at a time, twice a day. I've dreamed of doing this as a family. I wasn't a bit disappointed and neither were the kids. Or the Chelsi's. I'm totally speaking for them, but I'm feeling ok about the statement!
*Hansen/Desai dinner and a movie date night. We ate at an Indian restaurant and then went to the movie "100 Mile Journey". It was good….even though I would feel so dishonest if I didn't admit I fell asleep during it! I was tired and we all know what happens when I get tired-- I go to sleep. Wherever I am. When we came out of the theater, holy moly I was wondering where the heck we were! We were in the Gas Light District in San Diego but I kid you not there were pedi cabs all lit up, some had disco balls in them. There were people EVERYWHERE. It was packed. You could have told me we'd been transported to India itself and I would have believed you.
*Chelsi Baker, Dallin, Porter, Deeter, and I went to a Padres/Rockies game. And I feel un poco sheepish mentioning this but 2 1/2 months later they're still on my mind…
the BBQ try tip nachos. I mean, just typing that made my jaw drop and mouth water. Not even kidding. They are incredible. I would go to a Padres game for the nachos.
*The Temple- Chelsi and I had a date.
*The Cottage- now not every restaurant we went to is getting a shout out. But The Cottage is. Chels and I went after the temple. And ordered everything on the menu because a) we were starving and b)were totally living by the excuse that this might be the only time we ever come. But…..Saturday after taking Chelsi to the airport, we had a Hansen/Hansen couples date at…The Cottage. Not a thing disappointed. It's in La Jolla. It's good.
*The San Diego Zoo- Chelsi and I went with our kids. It's a fun zoo! a must-go every trip? No. But every second or third trip? Sure, why not.
*The house was perfect. Perfectly quaint. Perfectly located ( big kids could walk to beach/pool alone and they loved that freedom) next to The Del. And to Bruegger's bagel and La Salasa-- where I would buy a fountain DC everyday and help myself to free refills throughout the day. MONEY. We walked to get ice cream, to the grocery store, to rent bikes, etc etc. It had plenty of room to accommodate all of us, it was perfect!


I guess that sums it up in quite a few words, I know! But part of me feels like I could talk about this trip forever. I loved reconnecting with so many people while doing the things I love the most! And shout out to Nanny Hailey-- that might have elevated the vacation the most!














































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