Sunday evening at home, resting. Or resting as much as you can with the littles around. They seem to always be hungry, or bored, or yelling at each other, or having to take a pee. Which reminds me: the other day Noah runs out of the bathroom and says to me, "Mama! Mama! I put all my pee in the trash!" At least he was aiming somewhere.
We had a wonderful weekend together up at the cabin. The older I get, the busier I get, the more I appreciate our little reprieve in the woods. It's easier up there to say yes to Ethan to play UNO or Battleship; easier to cook a meal; easier to stay up late cuddling on the couch with Joey in front of the fire talking. Usually I'd include wine in that picture perfect moment, but the older I get wine puts me in a coma. After one such coma Friday night, where I was barely able to get up off the couch to get into bed, I told Joey I guess I need to switch to cocktails that are at least half Redbull. All part of getting old, I guess.
The Giants are in the World Series. I'm assuming you probably have heard. I'm happy for my better half-he's been watching the Giants ever since he was Ethan's age. He even has an opportunity to go to game six if they make it that far- Being a good wife, and just an all around good person, I have encouraged him to go.
I'm also praying mightily they win tonight and save us god knows how much money it will cost for him to go.
Went for a run today before we came home from Graeagle. It's such a treat to run up there. Today it was cool and brisk and felt so clean. The aspens have all turned a burning gold, outlining the dark Feather River in color like a ribbon. Only in Graeagle do I NOT want to stop running. I always wish I could run longer, see what's down that road, what's around that corner. Last trip I ran so far I threw my hip out and after three weeks of trying all sorts of yoga/kickbox maneuvers that usually pop it back in, I'm finally desperate enough I'll go see a chiropractor this week.
My runs always clear my mind, allow me to pray, and give me ideas to write about. They give me energy and at the same time they take away building reservoirs of irritation and frustration and stress-from home or work. I recently had to write a bio for one of the gyms I teach at and as I started to write I realized how important exercise is to my life-emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I read "Born to Run" this summer and in it the author talks about all these amazing people (the only one I can remember is Nelson Mandela) and how all of them were runners. He posed the question: were these all great leaders that just happened to run, or did running somehow play a part in their greatness? Just an FYI to blow your undies off, Mandela ran seven miles in place in his cell, everyday. He was in jail for almost twenty five years. And we think a treadmill at the gym gets old.
Anyway, I always go back to what my hubby told me when I very first started to run and could barely make a mile: running would always give me back so much more than what I had to put into it. He was so so right. It's a guaranteed investment with a return that cannot even be measured. Another thing I've learned, if you are on the fence and thinking about running, is that even a ten minute run is better, so much better, than nothing. It boosts your metabolism and brightens your mood. I can only imagine this is why they have "15 minute" recess for children every morning and afternoon- even this little bit of time makes such a huge difference in kids' moods and their ability to concentrate. We were meant to move. We get cranky and lack focus when we do not.
Now, let's watch those Giants run, and win!
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