Catch me if you can...

Finally. Thursday she finally pulled out the tooth that had been hanging by a thread for about a week. After multiple chases around the house with dental floss (while Priya shrieked with delight) she finally twisted it out all by herself. It was some major excitement that day...and the other front tooth is loose now. Maybe Priya will be able to sing this song in a few weeks.

I love the toothless grin.

Race Day. Tomorrow. 7:30am start time. And, after weeks of mild mornings, tomorrow the starting temperature is going to be 34 degrees. Brrrrrrr.

Tonja and I went to the Alamodome yesterday to pick up our race packets. You could palpate the excitement. People of all ages are running or walking the half or full marathon. It is going to be nothing short of amazing.

I've been nursing a sore calf muscle for 5 days. I've been wrapping my leg with an Icy Hot patch, and when I ran out, a friend (who noticed me limping) instinctively knew to drop me off another one and the above card. I'm surrounded by love and kindness.

It feels better and better as time passes, but I'm still very nervous about running 13.1 miles on it. One of my BFF's, Lisa, backed out completely due to a torn groin muscle. Another friend has been nursing a bad cold. If you're the praying kind...would you give a little shout out to God tomorrow morning on behalf of all 30,000 of us? Ya know, just in case God can't hear the crowds and the rock-n-roll bands playing in downtown San Antonio.

Veteran's Day

Because I cannot say no to any empty volunteer slots at my children's school, I ended up working the 7:30-9:30am shift at the Book Fair in the library this morning. What a gift it was...because during that time the Book Fair was closed while the entire school attended a 30 minute Veteran's Day celebration.

It was one of the most emotional tributes ever...I cried the entire time. When the local high school Jr. ROTC raised the flags. When the sweet voices of the elementary school choir sang the National Anthem. When the beloved school librarian delivered the most beautiful rendition of "God Bless America." When I looked out at the sea of kids and saw them holding their hands over their hearts. Hearing them proudly (and loudly!) say the Pledge of Allegiance.

Veteran's Day is especially meaningful to me as the daughter of a (retired) Air Force Colonel. Both of my grandfathers served in the Armed Forces. I entered college with the intention of becoming an Air Force nurse...and my first year in school I proudly wore the blue uniform. We have countless friends and family who have served...proudly and tirelessly.

The speaker today, a retired Army Lt. Colonel, said that the symbol of freedom in the United States is not the cracked Liberty Bell as some may think. The symbol of freedom is any man or woman who wears or who has worn a military uniform. He encouraged the kids to thank those soldiers for their freedom.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Time Crunch

On my favorite day of the week I always intend to join in the NOT ME MONDAY fun...but these days I barely have time to blog let alone recall the moments I could post about.

I feel as if time is whizzing by at some sort of insane warp speed. Was it only 5 months ago that I agreed to do the 1/2 marathon with my friend, Lisa? Since then, other peeps have joined the conquest, and now...it's merely days away.

This week will be busy--lots of doctors' appointments, school activities, and volunteer commitments. I don't mind any of this--well, except visiting the doctor with the kids--but I do hope to find some peace and solitude and restless sleep at the end of each day to regroup, recharge, and re-energize for Sunday.

I feel as giddy as I did prior to my first triathlon back in June. I am a bit concerned about the ole' knees, but I know I can always walk it if I have to.

Hopefully, I won't have to.

Have a wonderful week!

It's Our Right

Tools of the Trade

So. The San Antonio Rock-n-Roll Marathon/Half Marathon is less than two weeks away. Less. Than. Fourteen. Days. Away.

And, with the event sold out at 30,000 participants, it promises to be a small little event void of any adrenaline-pumping excitement.

Holy cow.

I've been doing mental gymnastics trying to psych myself out...trying to talk myself into the fact that my knees will NOT give out on me during the 13.1 mile run through scenic downtown San Antonio. Trying to talk myself into the fact that the marathon officials will NOT take away my Ipod since there are supposed to be live bands at every mile marker. Trying to talk myself into believing that I will NOT have to stop and pee every 1/2 mile out of sheer nervousness. Trying to talk myself out of the idea that I will be the last person to cross the finish line.

Ya see, when I trained for the triathlon...my first ever...back in June...there was no doubt in my mind that I was sufficiently trained. Back then, I felt strong. I felt confident. I felt EXCITED.

I do not feel that way now. Now, I feel scared. And, my knees hurt.

So, I'm relying on tangible things to motivate and encourage me. Things that are visible. Things I can proudly display on my body--I really love the running singlet above. The saying makes it seem as if 13.1 miles is really no. big. deal. Yeah, right!!

This lovely stamped necklace
(it says 13.1 on the front and RNR 2008 on the back)
was given to me by a thoughtful friend,
and I wear it for motivation every time
I hit the pavement.

I found this visor a few months ago,
and I wear it as a source of motivation whenever I run.

The good ole' knee brace is an absolute must
for this 1/2 marathon runner.
I actually need a brace on both knees,
but I refuse to wear two in stubborn protest.
I don't wanna look like a TOTAL dork!

Shot Bloks are my friend.
They have served me well
during the triathlons,
and they are serving me well now.

Lastly, there are no more important tools
for me than the
ancient Chinese secret
Tiger Balm and good ole' Motrin.
I definitely inherited my knees from my parents.

Every time I go out running at some point I think about the movie Forrest Gump...when someone shouts, "Run, Forrest, RUN!" Having just hung out with my high school peeps who still call me Jenny...it makes me chuckle every time. I think to myself, "Run, Jennay, RUN!"

Let's hope I'm still chuckling after 13.1 miles on November 16th. Come join the fun as a spectator if you're in the area.

And, if you've got a wheelchair handy, bring it. Think I might need one.

Boo!

Halloween Day, 2008.... After school I contributed to my children' s future sugar high by giving them these cool lollies...if only I could have made ALL of them in color. Picnik wouldn't let me. And, I haven't read the 5 million page "Photoshop for Dummies" manual that would probably allow me to edit the way I wanted. Oh, well. Imagine ALL the lollies in color. I know you can do it.


Aunt Vanessa and her family are in town...and she saved the day by totally getting into the pumpkin carving we had yet to do. I love the look on Deven's face when Vanessa cut the top off.

Priya loved putting her hands in the
pumpkin "guts" (as the kids called them).

Awesome finished product.
Thanks, Aunt Vanessa.

Vanessa brought along her
most adorable twin boys.

Meet Jack the Lion...

...and Nate the Lion.
These are two of the most adorable,
happy little ones I have ever seen.

At the last minute Priya changed her mind about being a Power Ranger...so we dug into the costume archives and came up with medieval princess duds. They all had such a great time trick-or-treating. We've been going to my parents' 'hood for 4 years now (our 'hood has no street lamps and the houses are spread out). We love seeing familiar faces handing out treats.

Recycled costume:
Daddy was Shrek last year.

Mommy the Leopard.
Or, as I called myself...a cool cat.

Our first Halloween without a stroller or wagon of any kind proved to be a bittersweet one. Our 3 little Indians are growing up too quickly. For that reason I will cherish pictures like this one above forever.

Starbucks Wisdom

It was a busy weekend. Priya's birthday party Saturday. An early-morning Sunday run. Then a fun Halloween party hosted by friends late Sunday afternoon.

Monday rolled around and I hit the ground running--both literally and figuratively. Yesterday on my way to get my hair done by the fabulous Tonie, I stopped by Starbucks. This was printed on my cup. It's now one of my all-time favorite quotes. I just love it.

Here's to a busy hump day...school conference, volunteering in the teacher work room, VOTING, and celebrating the infinite possibilities of the human spirit.