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| My feet. They take me places. |
Two years ago a dear friend invited me to a program called First Strides. It's a program for women to learn to run. It teaches you how to build up from walking to running. Very cool and very good at accomplishing the goal and empowering women to move. http://firststridesvermont.com/
Anyway...I had not been running all summer. Too hot, too much to do, too unmotivated, too ____ (fill in the blank with any excuse you want). Then, after a week straight of rain and depression, I decided that the best medicine was to move my feet and listen to some kick ass motivation music. I plugged into a Taylor Swift mix on http://www.rockmyrun.com/ and headed out the door. It hurt like hell. I was back to the beginning. How appropriate. I was also in the rain and feeling cathartic as I let it rinse me in my symbolic one woman parade. It felt great!
I was changing the way I looked at things and the things I was looking at were changing. Yesterday was a particularly challenging schedule so I headed out with this post to Facebook:
As my feet hit the pavement and my body fell into step with the music I noticed it was easier than it was last week. My GOD, I felt GREAT! Then the phone fell out of my little pocket in the back of my pants because my pants were falling down! WOOHOO! I was melting that fat mister!
At the corner of the big hill to home I stopped running and went to a walk. There were a few kids at the corner waiting for the bus. One 11 year old boy who goes to school with my boy was there. He was all full of a toothy grin and big, wide eyes. (He had never seen me running so may have been afraid I was going to drop from a heart attach) He said something so I removed my bud and said, "What's that?"
"How far have you gone?" He asked while giving me the thumbs up.
For some reason I felt like I needed to impress this little boy and I did a horrible thing, I lied to him. "Two miles" I said. Thinking that sounded admirable. How far IS it around the big block? A half mile maybe? Yes, I lied to a kid to make myself sound better. What's wrong with me?
He gave a little eye look up and to the right as if calculating or judging that distance. I must have picked the right number because he kind of nodded and smiled again with another thumbs up. "KEEP GOING!", he yelled!
No one has ever made me feel better. That kid motivated the shit out of me. I wanted to run over and hug him. Then, halfway up the hill, I found THIS!
No kidding! It was lying in the gutter on the side of the road. At first I walked by it and thought it was unfortunate some kid had lost it. Then I stopped, turned around, and picked it up. It was clearly a sign from the universe that I WAS finding my inner warrior. I picked it up and held it to the sky like I was some crazed cartoon about to transform into an action figure. It was EPIC. In my mind anyway.
I did transform. Into a raging lunatic. Dancing my but up that hill and slaying my demons in mid air with this bad ass warrior accessory. I rocked it, I tell you what.
Barging through the front door I presented my husband with my new found symbol of strength. He promptly looked behind me to see if any police had been summoned. That was followed by an eye roll and a lot of something or other about some candy and steeling from a baby. I don't know, I ran into the bedroom to take a picture of my...whatever the hell it is...to share with my warrior princesses. Here is said photo:
The moral of this story, which I apparently had to wake up at 4am to share with you, is...JUST KEEP GOING! Or, like my favorite Disney character would say, "Just keep swimming." You will be amazed at what you find along the way. By simply moving, you are forcing a change in the way you look at things and the things you look at really will change.
Go. Do. Find.
I was changing the way I looked at things and the things I was looking at were changing. Yesterday was a particularly challenging schedule so I headed out with this post to Facebook:
"Have so much opportunity in today. Where to begin? It just takes one step to get moving. I will start my day with a run and a sound track that releases my inner warrior. Here's to waking up this morning and Tylenol. Do something today that makes you feel something."
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| This is on my fridge. |
At the corner of the big hill to home I stopped running and went to a walk. There were a few kids at the corner waiting for the bus. One 11 year old boy who goes to school with my boy was there. He was all full of a toothy grin and big, wide eyes. (He had never seen me running so may have been afraid I was going to drop from a heart attach) He said something so I removed my bud and said, "What's that?"
"How far have you gone?" He asked while giving me the thumbs up.
For some reason I felt like I needed to impress this little boy and I did a horrible thing, I lied to him. "Two miles" I said. Thinking that sounded admirable. How far IS it around the big block? A half mile maybe? Yes, I lied to a kid to make myself sound better. What's wrong with me?
He gave a little eye look up and to the right as if calculating or judging that distance. I must have picked the right number because he kind of nodded and smiled again with another thumbs up. "KEEP GOING!", he yelled!
No one has ever made me feel better. That kid motivated the shit out of me. I wanted to run over and hug him. Then, halfway up the hill, I found THIS!
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| Warrior accessory. |
No kidding! It was lying in the gutter on the side of the road. At first I walked by it and thought it was unfortunate some kid had lost it. Then I stopped, turned around, and picked it up. It was clearly a sign from the universe that I WAS finding my inner warrior. I picked it up and held it to the sky like I was some crazed cartoon about to transform into an action figure. It was EPIC. In my mind anyway.
I did transform. Into a raging lunatic. Dancing my but up that hill and slaying my demons in mid air with this bad ass warrior accessory. I rocked it, I tell you what.
Barging through the front door I presented my husband with my new found symbol of strength. He promptly looked behind me to see if any police had been summoned. That was followed by an eye roll and a lot of something or other about some candy and steeling from a baby. I don't know, I ran into the bedroom to take a picture of my...whatever the hell it is...to share with my warrior princesses. Here is said photo:
The moral of this story, which I apparently had to wake up at 4am to share with you, is...JUST KEEP GOING! Or, like my favorite Disney character would say, "Just keep swimming." You will be amazed at what you find along the way. By simply moving, you are forcing a change in the way you look at things and the things you look at really will change.
Go. Do. Find.
That's our daughter!!! You have always been the Queen of keeping on keeping on. Continue to believe in who you are and who you are becoming!
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