LOST.

It has been an awfully long time since I talked to myself. It is my presumption that this blog is talking to myself, and I'm fine with that. But I wonder where I went, and that just isn't good. So I'm sitting here surrounded by my very sweet 4-legged boys, and loving the silence (but not so much Marley's snoring).


One marathon and several lovely escapes and many halfs later, it's December 1 and I'm overwhelmed. I feel like I have neglected my home and shirked my duties as a crapbooker and like I want to take a week off of life to catch up: can that happen?

At the end of the day I am very happy to come home and be by myself...I think I need more of that.

I am looking forward to painting another room and creating a new work space. Needed: more hours in the day.

THERE IS PAIN, and there is...

the pain of things gone bad.

Today I am suffering the residual pain of 26.2 miles. It was an amazing event, and even though it was probably the most difficult marathon I've ever done, it was also the most awesome! I walked with Joanne from GLA TNT who was slow off the start and Olivia from SGV TNT who's knees weren't great. I walked with Michael from APLA who was a mess by mile 5 but walked in honor of the partner he lost and a wheelchair participant who melted early on. I chatted with 4 Legacy runners, and LOVED their stories. They inspired me. And I ran and walked with my family...the girls who have been with me for 2 seasons, or longer. And in the last mile I came across 2 women carry another woman so she could complete her first ever marathon... this was clearly not MY race, but it was the race I was meant to run. The TNT participants for this event raised over $300,000.00 and I'm proud of them all.

I loved seeing Paula who walked with me from 8 to 9, and Bucket and posse cheering on SM Blvd. I loved the "heads up" texts, telling me who was hurting and to watch for them. I appreciated Bridget walking with me and filling me in on Amanda, and seeing Becka in the 20's saved me from sure meltdown. You are all the very best of the best!

And then there is the other pain...where people choose to hurt those they call their friends. This is the true pain: the one that won't ease up with time spent in a cool shower or on a foam roller. I am more sad then I can say, and I can't go in to detail...but spiteful choices often have consequences, and this is no different. I will simply say:

1. Choose your battles

2. If you know you're hurting someone, why do it? And trust me, I can be mean as a witch when I want...so I know!

I am sad this season is over. I am sad this season ended with drama. I am everlastingly grateful for 4 1/2 months of peaceful relative harmony. I look forward to next season being about our Mission.

February 10, 1930...

This was the day my mommy was born. I am pretty sure that on this day, all of the stars aligned and the world stood still as the kindest, most gentle, most beautiful girl was brought into our world.

I have no doubt that my mommy touches everyone she meets and that she makes the world a better place. I know that there are people who don't appreciate her because she is strong willed and speaks her mind (she makes me so proud), but the important people know her true value.

I am such a lucky girl to have my mom and my dad...and to share these very special days with them!