I Will Run For Food
About to make a ridiculous amount of apple sauce for Little Mister with the apples we picked at the orchard.

About to make a ridiculous amount of apple sauce for Little Mister with the apples we picked at the orchard.

I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday weekend. The weather was absolutely perfect. Warm and sunny.

On Saturday night we had a BBQ/bonfire at our house. We were finally able to put our finished deck and patio furniture to good use. So many wonderful people came to celebrate with us. At one point the internet was chatting in the living room, while Katie was texting from Australia. I feel so lucky so have so many great people in my life. We also had a record of 4 newborns in our house!

Today we spent the afternoon at the apple orchard. Walking, playing, petting goats, picking apples and exploring the corn maze. When we got home, the entire family took a two hour nap. I still haven’t cleaned the house, but who cares. Today I just enjoyed my family and the first day of a new decade of my life.

Um yeah. So I had a thing today.

Um yeah. So I had a thing today.

Dear Universe,
I need to get the eff out of retail. I just can’t take the daily bullshit anymore.

I am an intelligent person with marketable skills. Help a sister out, ok?

I have run this course or portions of it literally hundreds of times over the last 5 years. I ran my first 5k, first 10k and first marathon on these streets. I have cried tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of wonder and tears of disappointment on this pavement.

Today was different. I was undertrained. My body hurt. My legs were lead after mile 4. But I wasn’t really thinking about the physical discomfort. I was remembering. Happy times-my dad waiting for me at mile 23 of the TC marathon. Sad times- running past the hospital where he had his stem cell transplant.

So today I cried tears for the years of miles logged and all of the memories, good and bad, that were a part of that. I have no regrets about doing this race. It was so far from a PR that it’s almost laughable. But I felt like I wasn’t alone and that made it all worth it.

1) I finished, finally!
2) Pretty hardware.
3) Shenanigans while I was running.
4) Well deserved brunch.

Just saw Brooke at 25. She’s hurting, but she’s killing it! Her pace was so strong!

In the corral. No turning back now.

In the corral. No turning back now.

Ready or not, here I come.

Ready or not, here I come.

Little Mister participated in the TC Marathon family events today. He did the Toddler Trot which is a 50 yard dash for kids aged 1-4. He sobbed the entire time.

Which is what I suspect I will do tomorrow during my 10 mile race. I stopped training when my dad died on August 4th. I have only run once since. It’s not going to be pretty, but I will finish.

Ok sing along…. It’s the most wonderful time of the year….

Legging and boot time that is. I love fall!

Ok sing along…. It’s the most wonderful time of the year….

Legging and boot time that is. I love fall!

Sat Nam

Sat nam (sut nommm) is a Sanskrit phrase that literally means truth name. It is interpreted more as being truth, or seeing truth in all things.

It is often used as a mantra during yoga practice. Breathe in sat. Exhale nam.

During my candlelight class last night, the yogi had us use it as our mantra. She often centers her classes around acceptance of the physical form.

We must see the truth of who/what we are without judgement or criticism. When you can see the absolute truth without commentary, you can find acceptance.

You cannot truly know the self and your potential without first arriving at a place of living acceptance.

This lesson really spoke to me. Even while meditating around sat nam, I still found my mind criticizing my body. The way it looks, the things it can’t do.

I had to consciously redirect my thoughts elsewhere. It would be a huge step forward for me if I could detach myself from my physical appearance and focus more on who am I on the inside.

It will always be a process I suspect. Yoga has no end point. No finish line that you eventually cross. It is a lifelong discovery of stretching your mind and pushing your body.

1) They spelled my name correctly. Faith in humanity restored.

2) New car. New car!

Um yeah, so today was probably one of the worst days of my professional life.

Feeling so beaten down.

Suck it Friday. I just need to make it to Monday for a glorious day off. 😭

I was heart broken to learn last night that my very favorite yogi is leaving Corepower.

She is going to pursue her 500 hour teacher certification. Which is essentially a masters program for yogis. Some people are incredibly gifted at what they do. She is one of them. Her pure love for yoga, meditation and self discovery is palpable. I often find myself feeling envious of her amazing ability to teach (how very non-yogic of me).

I attended her candlelight vinyasa flow class. It was the most meditative class I’ve ever been too. She had us hold asanas for longer than usual. Using our ujjai breath to stay grounded in the moment, she had us ask our inner guru some questions.

I know how hippy, dippy granola that sounds. But it was really amazing. Forcing yourself to remain absolutely still in mind and body. Focusing only on the breath and the questions. It was just a whole new level that I haven’t experienced in class before.

I won’t remember all of them, but here are some of the questions we asked ourselves. They are all important things to meditate on for personal growth.

Who am I?

What is my purpose?

What does my body need?

Where have I been overindulging?

How can I love the body more?

Who in my life do I need to get clear with?

Where in my life do I need a shift in perspective?

Where in my life do I need to be more open?

One of the perks of my job?

Workout Wednesday. 

Which means I can wear a cowl neck tunic sweatshirt, compression crops and flip flops. 

Gotta love it! That’s a far cry from the black suits and heels I used to have to wear.

One of the perks of my job?

Workout Wednesday.

Which means I can wear a cowl neck tunic sweatshirt, compression crops and flip flops.

Gotta love it! That’s a far cry from the black suits and heels I used to have to wear.