It’s a happy day at my house when I get the mail and my Runner’s World magazine is there. This month there is an article on an ultra marathon runner. (Ultra marathon simply means any race longer than a 26.2 marathon. There is a magazine called Ultra Runner and it also gets delivered to my house, but not for yours truly.) This ultra runner runs 100 mile and 135 mile races. Runs them well. Wins them. I point this out because this magazine is full of information for the everyday average runner like me. It is for people who run all distances, 1 mile to 100 miles. Anyway, what stuck out to me was at the very end of the article where it talked about this man being a true champion. And like a true champion, he is kind and generous and helps everyone along the way, but pushes himself in ways that most people can’t even understand. Perseveres through pain, endures hardship, and while on this path of pain and hardship, helps others as he passes them. I thought this is a great metaphor for life. The true champions in this life are the ones that are enduring pain and hardship and yet along the way they are lifting others up, pulling them along, encouraging them, and helping them get to the finish line as well.
Also in this article I learned a new running term, when a guy gets “chicked” it means he gets passed by a girl. I thought this was really funny. I get “chicked” all the time, but I don’t care.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Conversations with Whitney
setting: My kitchen
Whitney: (very whiny, not sure where she gets that trait) MOM, my hair is all poofy.
Me: I think it's pretty.
Whitney: But it's POOFY.
Me: I like poofy.
Whitney: Yeah, you're from the 80's.
Whitney: (very whiny, not sure where she gets that trait) MOM, my hair is all poofy.
Me: I think it's pretty.
Whitney: But it's POOFY.
Me: I like poofy.
Whitney: Yeah, you're from the 80's.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
The best things in life...
Tonight I was gonna make ribs for supper. I couldn't find barbeque sauce. (BBQ sauce does not rank as a drop everything and go to Walmart item.) So I improvised. Two packets of leftover McDonalds BBQ sauce and some ingredients from my cupboard and refrigerator and voila! Mesquite honey BBQ ribs. They turned out pretty good. In my opinion, they were better than if I had just had regular BBQ sauce to dump on them. Sometimes the easy way is good, but a little bit of thought and ingenuity makes it better.
There is a saying "the best things in life are free". I'm not sure I would make that blanket statement, because I pay for water and electricity and they are pretty great things to have. Along with diet coke and food, in general, I don't even need to get specifically into my favorites. But there are some things that are free that are pretty great. Air. Running. A hug from my son.
We all value different things in life. I think there are some things it's safe to say that everyone values for the most part, human life, family, healthy, a good job, etc. But then we all have the things that mean something to us that other's don't get. A sentimental object from Grandma or mom. A picture a child drew for us. An activity. A favorite book or blanket or chair. Or overnight bag (that's one of mine, and I know it's kind of weird.)
Where your treasure is that's where your heart is, where your treasure is, that's where you are. Line from an old song.
There is a saying "the best things in life are free". I'm not sure I would make that blanket statement, because I pay for water and electricity and they are pretty great things to have. Along with diet coke and food, in general, I don't even need to get specifically into my favorites. But there are some things that are free that are pretty great. Air. Running. A hug from my son.
We all value different things in life. I think there are some things it's safe to say that everyone values for the most part, human life, family, healthy, a good job, etc. But then we all have the things that mean something to us that other's don't get. A sentimental object from Grandma or mom. A picture a child drew for us. An activity. A favorite book or blanket or chair. Or overnight bag (that's one of mine, and I know it's kind of weird.)
Where your treasure is that's where your heart is, where your treasure is, that's where you are. Line from an old song.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Love Month
February is not only Valentine's Day, it is also the month my anniversary falls in. Steve and I decided the first Valentine's Day we were together it was a holiday we would not celebrate. Along with Groundhog Day, Arbor Day, and many others. However, we do try to remember our anniversary. And neither of us have forgotten it, ever. This year we both remembered it, but it got here faster than we expected. So anniversary morning I got to work to an email from Steve wishing me happy anniversary. That night we talked about how quickly it had gotten here and we decided it wasn't a holiday we were going to skip because celebrating our marriage is going to happen, it's an important thing to remember and an event worth celebrating. So Saturday night after church we went out to eat.
Let me just say before I go on that I had a rough couple of weeks. Lots of stuff going on. And when I was whining to Steve about all the things that had happened and all the things I want to do that I can't do (see Sunday's post) he looked at me across the table and said "at least you still get to be married to me." How's that for putting things in perspective?
Let me just say before I go on that I had a rough couple of weeks. Lots of stuff going on. And when I was whining to Steve about all the things that had happened and all the things I want to do that I can't do (see Sunday's post) he looked at me across the table and said "at least you still get to be married to me." How's that for putting things in perspective?
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