– Hummus. DUH. I could probably eat this as a meal, at least once a day. It’s versatile [dippable, spreadable, everythingelseable], yummy, and healthy.
– My Texas towel. It’s huge, soft, fluffy, and it’s the Texas flag. What’s not to love?!
– Even though I am scrambling to write this post, I am thankful that this week went by so fast.
– My new Camelbak water bottle. While it’s kind of a pain to bite down and simultaneously sip on a straw [hey this is harder than it sounds] this also means my daughter can’t use it. And THIS means I don’t get surprised with floaty bits of backwashy string cheese.
– Fake flowers. Yes, I like the real thing. BUT fake flowers also mean I’m not killing off yet another plant. Plus, the non-existent water isn’t a weird gray murky swamp, and little bits of dead whatever isn’t constantly falling onto my table.
– I am so incredibly thankful that my kiddo is not picky about food. Green beans, broccoli, sweet potato, chicken, fish, whatever – she’s down for the good stuff. With that said, she also likes Nutella. ;)
– Bug spray. It’s not the fact that they kill the bugs, really – if I could find a spray that would magically re-route the bugs outside through temporary, imaginary tunnels, I’d use it in a heartbeat. It’s the fact that I can stand up on the table, 10 feet away, in my safe zone; spraying away without getting near them.
– For the rain. All of it. Every single drop of it. I just wish it would take a break *sometimes*. Thankfully, I have a sense of humor about it.
As you may know, this past Saturday I met up with a running group that I have held near and dear to my heart, before even meeting them. I first read about them in the February issue of Runner’s World, and I encourage you to check this link out. In short, this group serves as a living memorial to service members that we have lost at war, even setting out flags to honor of the fallen, along the route.
I was early to meet the group, but there were already about 10 or so individuals there. I thought to myself, “Oh, ok, cool, nice turn out” – little did I know, within 30 minutes, this number would grow exponentially. There were families of the fallen, families of those currently at war, and others from the community who were there to show support for Run to Remember.
Before the run started, we came together as a group, forming a circle. There was a moment of silence, followed by the calling of names of those we have personally lost at war. Immediately, I was thrown into so many flashbacks of my own experience. I swore I heard the roll call from Jon’s funeral, the bagpipes, and the almost echo-like sound of the 21 shots. It was incredibly sombering, and it took everything in my power to not burst into tears at that very moment. I couldn’t bring myself to call Jon’s name, afraid I would mess up, afraid I wouldn’t be able to say those words, afraid to make it real. I know it has been 27 months, but it doesn’t mean I have come to terms with it.
Fortunately, during the run I was chatting with another runner, and kept my mind busy. I was incredibly thankful for her, and since I am downright HORRIBLE with names, hers unfortunately escapes me. Honestly, she was a Godsend. Without her, I’m sure I would have been a blubbering mess, and nobody needs to see that, definitely not strangers…
The ride home served as time enough for a good cry. Emotions ranged from anger to sorrow; finally arriving at happiness, reflecting upon the time I was fortunate enough to have with my brother. I’ll never forget how hard he was laughing, watching people wipe out on reality shows [honestly, I thought he would piss himself]. The “screw-off-I-haven’t-had-my-coffee-yet” look is, and always will be, incredibly fresh in my mind. The saved voicemails, emails, they are all there. Pathetically, I still visit his MySpace, and yes, I still have his numbers saved in my phone. Surprising him at his deployment party ranks high up there on my “best life decisions” list. I will cherish every memory I had with him, especially the very first time I saw him in uniform; it was riveting and life changing.
Kenny, my deployed little brother, is why I Run to Remember. The Optimist, my husband currently serving stateside, is Why I Run to Remember. The numerous friends, relatives, and fellow servicemembers currently serving both overseas and stateside, are why I run to Remember.
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I’m off for now. I’m meeting/running with Run to Remember this morning, which will prove to be emotionally challenging for me I think. I don’t know what to expect to be honest, but I have a mix of hesitation and eagerness to do this. I kind of wish I already knew everybody, instead of flying into it a little blind. I’ll get over it!
Afterwards, we’re heading to Vancouver, Washington to watch my sister in law coach her soccer game. I googled the location [um… I was unaware there was a Vancouver outside of Canada…] and remembered Bob’s Red Mill is right outside of Portland. Whaaaaaaa???? Yes!! I’m hoping we get a chance to go… we shall see!
Hope y’all have a good weekend. What are your plans?
The cookies, kombucha, almond butter, and yogurt from this post are already GONE. In fact, most of it has already been replenished, minus the cookies. They didn’t last but 5 days. In fact, I’ve thrown everything else in the cupboard without a look back. Talk about embarrassing. I’ve started rationing my almond butter, in effort to make it last a little longer, and also to not stuff my face with it. The cookies, while amazing, I decided not to buy for awhile, because that’s just a disaster waiting to happen. Of course, I look at this stuff and get pissy at myself for letting it get that far, knowing it’s affecting my training. It’s an ugly circle.
I can hear my mother saying “Micki – everything in moderation. Too much is bad, too little is bad” *sigh*
Luckily, I catch on to these things early, and I slam the brakes. Ironically, or maybe fate, Lindsay started blogging about spring cleaning lately. A light bulb went off in my head. Micki, STOP IT. Stop the negativity, stop beating yourself up for eating too much greek yogurt. Seriously. There are bigger fish to fry.
This sounds ridiculous and silly, but I’m thinking about hiding/removing the batteries from the scale. I rely on that number way too much, and it affects my outlook on a lot. That’s not the way I was raised! That’s not what I need to rely on for personal happiness!
I know I’ve come to this conclusion numerous times, maybe the more I tell myself these things, the more I’ll start believing!
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming…
– GPS units. I will admit I have a horrible sense of direction. Someone could blindfold me, drive in a circle around my neighborhood, and I’d be convinced we were crossing the Canadian border. Don’t even get me started on the “Turn west on to such-and-such Boulevard” – Does a deer in the headlights look register?
– My little German pastry shop. I could be having the crummiest of days, but the time spent there is just heaven. The staff is incredibly kind, the pastries are beyond delicious, and even the regulars welcome you with open arms.
– South Sound Running stores. The one in Tacoma is right next to a cupcake shop, and at the one in Olympia, an employee there gave me a good lead on where to start my quest to find the Pacific NW’s most delicious breakfast burrito. Oh, and their stores rock.
– Non-Rock’nRoll-style pricing of any race distance. This speaks for itself I think. $110 for a half? I can run a full in Kent for free. Or numerous other distances for under $45. Aaah, the benefits of living in a health conscious part of the country!
– THE MIGHTY RIB. They’re 1 today, so go over and check out the site, and wish them a HAPPY BDAY!!!
– Hot water heaters. Um, this is self explanatory. The worst time frame ever, is the time spent getting out of the shower and into a towel. Blech. But, until then, a steaming hot shower is just amazing sometimes. If you don’t believe me, see if you can stomach a bone chilling shower for the same amount of time you would savor a hot one. Yeah. Sends chills up your spine, doesn’t it?!
– My hair. I know, I know. I complain about it a LOT. It’s huge – it seriously takes up the majority of my driver’s license photo. It’s unruly. It’s frizzed out. It’s curly. It’s me.
– Last but not least, I am thankful for my readers. I might not get an insane amount of y’all, but I love blogging and am grateful that people take time out of their day to read what I have to say. For you, I leave this little ditty. It’s catchy, fun, energetic, and come on, who hates ABBA? I mean really. That’s like saying you hate puppies. I won’t allow it!!