First Day of KINDERGARTEN!

September 20, 2007

We had to get up soooo early to get to school by 8:00. (If only he knew what time Mommy woke up.)

All dressed in our uniform, Mommy takes the obligatory photo in front of the statue that welcomes you to the Lower School. The plaque underneath says:

“There are no seven wonders in the eyes of a child. There are seven million. ” -Walt Streightiff

Mommy and her BIG boy on his first day of BIG school. Can you see the death grip I have on my child? We will take the exact same picture the day he goes to college.

My BIG boy and his teacher – we love her! It was Cowboy week!

We’re in our 5th week of school now and he’s doing so great. I just can’t believe he’s in BIG school. So proud, so happy, so bittersweet.

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Training Day, IV

September 18, 2007

I so did not want to run today. My children sucked out every bit of energy I had – and by 6:00, all I wanted was Chick-fil-a and a beer.

BUT. I went anyway.

I mean, really – it’s GORGEOUS here. 80ish with a breeze. And you know what? It was actually a little bit easier today. Like an itty bitty bit better than on Sunday. I did, however, keep a hawk’s eye on my stopwatch during jogging segments, but what I noticed is that I wasn’t about to keel over before the halfway mark was up. Good news, right? Also I found that 20 minutes came MUCH more quickly than on Sunday. When I rounded the corner to my house, I felt like I could do a little more, but I held off. The article where I found this program says to truly take it slowly and follow the plan – if anything, spread it out longer. I’m hoping that on Thursday it will be even easier – especially because next week I have to kick it up to 90 seconds of jogging.

We’ll see about that.

I also attribute today’s easier workout to a) selecting fewer inclines and more flatlands (okay fine, ONE downhill) and b) a new playlist.

It seems I run better to more uplifting, inspiring type songs rather than intense songs with heavy beats. This Side by Nickel Creek, Solsbury Hill by Peter Gabriel, and Blue Sky by Patty Griffin were repeated.

I also like to throw in a couple of I want to have a lot of sex with you songs for good measure because hey – getting a better body out of this torture would NOT be a bad deal.

It’s all about the honesty.

Training Day, III

September 13, 2007

Out of love for you, fine readers, I would like to issue you the following public service announcement.

*Do not attempt to resume any type of training program after you have taken a three day break which involved one late evening of one, or two, or seven beers and concluded with a three hour drive home.*

I started a new training program today – I mean, I LOVE Krissie for pushing me and believing in me – and to be fair, she did say that I could do this at my own pace – so I am doing a program for the uber beginner.

For the first week, three times a week – five minute walk, then alternate 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking for 20 minutes.

I am hear to tell you that it sounds a LOT easier than it actually is if you are truly a beginner at the running thing. I used my iPod’s stopwatch feature to time my intervals. I must have looked at that thing every 5 seconds during the 60 seconds of jogging part.

Also, the hills are out to get me. They timed it just right so that when my 60 seconds of jogging began, I was conveniently at the bottom of an incline. Bastards.

I am still on the hunt for the perfect workout playlist. If you know of any good songs that are set at a good jogging tempo, please send them my way. Also note the word jogging and remember that my 5’2″ stride does not equal that of the average adult.

So, the bad news is that what I thought would be an easy program actually kicked my ass.

The good news is that I did it anyway.

Training Day, II

September 13, 2007

Back from my second day of attempting to complete something resembling training.

So today it’s relatively cool for September in SC – 86 with a bunch of humidity. I cooked dinner for my family and ditched them to get the job done before the sun went down and the boys got in the bathtub.

I mean, I wouldn’t call it training. I would call it walking a lot and running a little bit. But if I’m going to remain positive (which I AM!) – I have to say that at LEAST I ran SOME. Because I gotta tell you, the running part was HARD. Also, I need to mention that running on the street is also HARD. Where the hell did all the hills come from in my neighborhood? I swear it was all flatlands yesterday. Geez.

I asked my high school friend and training partner, Beth, “Why is running SO MUCH harder than walking?” When I’m on the treadmill walking next to someone running I don’t FEEL like she’s kicking my ass, you know?

So, basically today I walked a little, ran a little, walked a lot, ran a little, walked a lot more, ran a little. And to be honest and revealing, when I say “ran a little”, what I mean is “ran for maybe 5 mailboxes when someone I knew was driving by or in the yard.”

Two more quick things to mention.

First, I wonder if I’m trying to run too fast. The music on my ipod is kind of cardio heavy. It’s hard to run at a slow pace to Vertigo and Just Push Play.

Second, I found myself really watching what I ate today. I’m not big junk food fan to begin with, but I do love me some Starbucks and Diet Coke. But today I really tried to pick things that would make my workout less sucky – lots of water – which I HATE (unless it has been used to create Starbucks or Diet Coke.)

Anyway, it’s possible that more good things could come out of this nutso goal of mine.

Training Day

September 11, 2007

My high school friend, Beth has agreed to join me in my pursuit of insanity. In classic Margie style, I’ve decided to take up hobby #376.

My Charlotte friend, Krissie believes in me so much that she has not only asked me to join her in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure 5K in October, but has also written up a training schedule. So sweet.

I started the aforementioned training program today. Too bad I sucked it. I’m not giving up by any means, but it was a definite wake up call that I am ridiculously out of shape and also – running does not equal walking. I can walk hard for miles. Running, not so much.

I’ve decided to chronicle my training here. If for nothing else but to document my stupidity and also keep me writing about something. Enjoy my demise.

Today, I went to the gym due to the heat. I was on the treadmill for 25 minutes, one quarter of that was running. And if I wasn’t dizzy from not being used to keeping my balance on a treadmill while running, I was hard core sucking wind.

It’s weird too, because I walk a pretty fast pace and even though I’m breathing hard, I never feel winded or dizzy. I’m learning that running is a whole new ball game.

Tomorrow I’m going to try to run in the neighborhood and see if it’s any easier. I sure am going to miss that treadmill fan that’s RIGHT in my face, though. I love a good breeze while dying.

At least I bought the shoes. Now I need Beth’s fancy watch.

If you want to virtually train with me, Beth, and Krissie, let me know!

Back to bullets

September 6, 2007

I know it’s the lazy way out, but I just haven’t been able to write well lately.  I went back and dusted off the old LJ archives and what I noticed was that my writing was more cohesive after a stint at bullet journaling.

It might not be the most creative or reader-friendly way to go, but it’s what I can do for now.  And…it’s my blog, so there. 🙂

*We welcomed fall over the weekend – and sealed it with a Grande Two Pump Pumpkin Spice Nonfat Latte. (Even a busy mom has time for a high maintenance coffee every now and then.)

*BIG school is great!  We went to the first home football game last Friday – it was so much fun.  All the boys wore their jerseys and ran around the stadium like crazies, the girls wore their cheerleading outfits and tried to copy the real cheerleaders, and the rest of us ate really bad hot dogs and french fries that tasted a little bit like an old fish sandwich.  Yummo.

*Believe it or not, we are STILL trying to settle into the house – more painting and searching for an area rug this week.  I’m giving a baby shower on the 22nd, so at least the downstairs should be finished by then.  Pictures will be posted, no doubt.

*I am REALLY in need of a girls weekend.  Now, if I could just find some girls.  And a weekend.

*Why do I spend my one hour of free time with Passions on in the background?  Not sure, but I am slightly disturbed that I’m beginning to pause from my chores to follow the…plot?

*Kind of like when I find myself watching a cartoon after my children have left the room.  As if I don’t know what happens to the Coyote.  Duh.

*Oh look, it’s 2:40 – late for carpool.  This is why I love bullet points.  Efficient, yet informative.

Bullet points are more fun

September 6, 2007

*Sign #346 that you’re getting old – you plan on celebrating your husband’s big bank deal with champagne, but instead you fall asleep watching Top Chef.

*Is anyone else watching Top Chef? I’m so not into it as much as years before. I mean, I still watch it every week, it’s just not as exciting as usual. I think it’s because it’s in the Project Runway spot which I am REALLY missing.

*I found new fabric to cover my grandmother’s wingback chair – riveting news, I know – but very important to note as it as been causing me much stress.

*Speaking of furniture, I should probably take some photos of our living room now that it’s painted and decorated. The pillows for the sofa are being made over the weekend – maybe I’ll wait until those are finished so all two of you who read this can see. 😉

*I bought a fancy pillow at Bed, Bath, and Beyond the other day to see if it would cure this nagging shoulder/neck crap I’ve got going on. Fancy pillow sucks. Now I have to go see a fancy doctor.

*Continue to stay tuned for the new blog design. I love the girl who’s designing it for me – you can see some of her work here.

*Little one is getting his portrait made today by a local photographer. Wish us luck b/c normally it is a horrifying experience – child screaming, trying to make him smile, hot as hell studio b/c of all the lights. Stuff like that. The good news is that most of the time the photos turn out beautiful. In fact, we’re supposed to be there in 40 minutes, which means I have to go sit him in a steamy bathroom in a minute to get his hair to curl. Bless his heart, after this sitting, he can get a haircut and stop looking like a girl.