Monday, March 6, 2017

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Awww.  I love you guys.  Despite the fact that its yet again been four freaking weeks since I checked in, no worries.  I'm not quite dead yet.  I feel fine!  I feel....HAPPY!  (Monty Python, you will never escape me).  Seriously, though, I really appreciated everyone's comments, emails, and facebook messages on my last gloomy gus post.  I know that everyone has days, weeks or months like this, and 99% of my issues were indeed first world problems, but still, it adds up.

After I finished penning that depressing post, I did what I do best - brushed off my pissiness, and got busy.  Greg and I planned out our 2017 race calendar (coming soon), which, for me, has both a spring and fall marathon, in two new states.  YESS.  It's also sprinkled with a few tris, a half marathon, and 3 5ks, one of which I am SUPER excited about and can't wait to tell you about - this week - not next month!

A marathon in 47 days??  ERMAHGERD!!!
My big leap for spring, though, is the Olathe Marathon, otherwise known as the Garmin Marathon in the land of Oz.  It's all Wizard of Oz themed, and the start line is literally 4 miles away from my cousins house, and 60 miles from my other two cousins, one of which is Biz's godmom.  Score.  Biz and I will travel to Kansas and MIssouri for a nice lng girls weekend and I cannot wait.

47 days till go time.  I have no illusions of PRing, not even trying.  we shall knock off state #6 and get a much needed reset.  And the best part?  I now have a training plan - and I'm not afraid to use it.  I'M BAAACCCCKKKK!!  

Sunday, February 12, 2017

You Can't Handle The Truth.

There are certain inevitable facts of life.  1:  The month of January, unless you have a birthday or an anniversary, is one of the lamest months around.  2:  With the crappy weather, new POTUS mess, and massive flu/sickness epidemic, January 2017 is on record, one of the crappiest January's ever.  3:  The Glaser household has been triply effected - Greg has pneumonia, Biz and Rob caught colds, and collectively, we have unfollowed about 50 people on facebook for increasingly head shaking insane posts about politics.  4:  As a result, I have been MIA from blogging - sickness and the increasing dislike of social media.
I have to say, in all honesty, I really haven't missed it.  I used to like sharing my thoughts on life, parenting, and running, along with an errant recipe or two.  And I could blame it on lack of time - I've been basically the parent for the last two weeks in our home, so it would be true.  But the real fact is, 2017 has just been a sucky year all around, and I'm highly unmotivated.
I won't get into politics, because its just a black hole.  I can sum it up in about one sentence and just say that I am just not proud to be an American lately (Sorry, Lee Greenwood).  I'm not proud of the new administration, and I'm not proud of those that oppose it.  With very few exceptions, most adults I know are acting less intelligently and tolerant than my toddler (and no, I don't mean Rob).  It's sad.  It's scary.  And it's done more to shut up my feelings of freedom of speech than I care to admit.  I thank my lucky stars, every day, that Greg and I can have a serious, non judgmental discussion about the state of the world.  Because I can't even count the number of times a friend has engaged me in conversation or vice versa and I've been totally judged on my thoughts.  The inability to have a debate and walk away with a new understanding and respect on both sides is not a theme in 2016/2017.  And that makes me sad.  I'm not sure what to do about it.  But it's a contributing factor of 2017 sucking.
The sickness.  I am so not down with it (and I need to quit quoting songs, I know, it's disturbing :-P).  It's just been a shit month, healthwise.  I am the only healthy member of our household (crossing crossables), which is good and bad.  Good in the fact that someone can function...bad that I am exhausted.  It's super frustrating to both Greg and I, and the kids are beyond stir crazy.  We all need a break.  Anyone offering a free vacation to the Bahamas? :-D
Lastly, I've been super struggling with workouts.  Greg and I are trying to plan our race calendar, but having little success.  First of all, he's sick and can't do much, which makes it tough to get excited about racing.  Second, our favorite tri, Sodus, has been cancelled indefinitely.  This was our first tri in 2005, and we have done it every year (I even did it virtually in 2015!) so it's a massive bummer to see it go.  I understand the business decision, but sentimentally, it sucks.  It's very strange to know it'll be the first year we won't be there!  Lastly, I am floundering without a real goal.  I heard that post Ironman blues were real in 2010, but I never felt them.  I signed up for another....then tried to break 4, then got pregnant....times two.  But I had two major PR's in 2016, and I am now done with babies (which, don't get me started) what?  I have the vague goal of hitting 1:45 in the half, but it's not exciting me.  I'm not sure I want to go long, Ironman isn't feasible with two toddlers (IMO) and I'm not at a spot to BQ (take 20 minutes off my new marathon PR).  So, now what?
And those 3 words pretty much sum up my 2017 experience so far. what?  I don't know.  I do know it's not my style to wallow for long, so pretty soon we will all get healthy, I'll stop running the same damn 7 miles on the treadmill, and 'murica will take a turn (I hope!).  But for is what it is.  And, no, I'm no sure I CAN handle that truth.
But I'm here.  Just wanted to let you know that.  I haven't thrown it in.  I promise!

Thursday, January 5, 2017

The Great Cookie Caper - Results

Well, hello 2017.  Nice to meet you!  It's been 5 days so far, and it's already shaping up to be a fine year - a few nice runs, seeing a few out of town buddies, and even going back to work (fulfilling, even if it's hectic!)

The new year, to me, is a chance to reboot.  Now that I'm an adult, I miss the freshly sharpened pencils and brand new binders that came with the clean slate of September, so it's good ole January 2 when I make my resolutions (too much pressure on January 1).  And, like so many people that are shaking the hangover off that is 2016, I've got a few improvements in mind.

But first, let's revisit 2016 for a minute.  I owe you an update.  On black friday, I threw down the gauntlet.  5 weeks.  All the cookies.  175 miles.  For the first time, I decided, fuck the sensible eating.  Even the 80/20 I usually follow.  And I was going to eat all the cookies.  And run the 175 miles to offset the "5 pounds" we all gain during the holidays.

I hid the scale.  Ok, it actually broke on December 1, so that was pretty convenient.  And for the entire holiday season, I ate.  And drank.  Wine. Pierogies.  Fudge.  And cookies.  OMG the cookies.  I think it's safe to say I averaged at least 8-10 cookies per day.  No, I'm not kidding.  For the woman that basically, in the past, has looked at a cookie and then had it attach itself to my ass, this was so. liberating. And 100% enjoyable in the moment.

And I ran.  Aside from the week I got sick, I clocked 6-10 per day, 5 days a week.  They weren't fast.  I learned that speed work and cookies....don't mix.  And some runs after a night of indulgence....were super rough.  But I did it.  On December 31, I did my final 8 miles and hit 175.

So, on January 3, I stepped on the scale.  The results?  I don't really want to tell you!  Yep.  You guessed it.  I actually lost two pounds.  WTF.  Not that I'm complaining!

Do I recommend the cookie diet?  Oh hell no.  I sort of felt like Morgan Spurlock for the last few days - note that I didn't mindlessly shove cookies down my maw, but OMG cookies are so damn good.  And I did actually eat well about 75% of the time.  Which I didn't even realize I did - Greg pointed it out when I laughed about the results.  Standard oat bowl for breakfast, veggies, whole grains and lean protein for dinner, and usually yogurt, fruit and a sandwich for lunch.  My usual fare.  But the sweets were just uncontained.  Which, I suppose does NOT mean you can out exercise a bad diet.  Just a semi bad diet.

Do you want to?  Probably not.  I has the whole post holiday hangover in full force.  Cookie hangover.  And while I'm not jumping into any strict diet (seriously, how do people cut carbs?  I'm weak) I am certainly a fan of the January grocery sales.  Greek yogurt.  Mixed kale salads.  Tabbouleh.  Sweet potatoes.  Apples.  And plenty of green tea.

For the first time in my life, it would seem I don't have to watch everything I put in my mouth.  Or exercise every day to fit into my skinnies.  But....I'm gonna.  Because it feels best for my body.  What a bunch of crap, right?  You heard it here first, folks!

The cookie diet.  Perfectly acceptable for December, to be swung back into the new year with green veggies and plenty of H2O.  And a strong running base for 2017 :-)

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Countin' Em Down hours from being over.  And while certain friends and family have legitimate reason to say, suck it well as more than a few celebrities (Stay strong, Betty White, only 9 hours to go!)....2016, for me, was a year not filled with one singular solidarity of hate.  Or love.  More so a mish mosh.

2016 was....emotional.  In good ways and bad.  I started the year with a newborn and a toddler, and ended it with a toddler and a little boy.   They are exhausting.  And hilarious.  And snuggle licious.  And, without a doubt, the two best things I have ever done in my life.  Hands down.  For that, 2016 was amazing.

It also brought the end of a quest I've been pursuing for 5 years.  I finally broke 4 hours in the marathon on my third try.  It was tough, and quite a bit of work.  And I'm super proud of it.  I feel like my running took a turn this year - a turn for the better.  I've been spending more time on the treadmill, getting runs done quicker and more expediently - due to necessity.  And it's paid off in spades.  I can't wait to see what 2017 brings.  I'm thinking of focusing on breaking my half PR and my 5k PR, and perhaps looking at a half iron.  Taking a rest from ultras for a year, for sure!!

Work wise, it was the most stressful, exhausting, yet rewarding year.  Working from home was a whole different animal - I adore the flexibility, but it also consumes more of my overall life.  My choice?  I don't know.  There have been some pretty big changes put into a 3 year plan, for which I'll stay mum until they come to fruition, but it makes me love my job, get stressed about my job, and put way too much emotion into my job than is probably necessary.  Refer to paragraph 3 - thank you, work, for
making me a better runner due to stress :-P

My personal life?  A roller coaster.  I won't lie.  Having two littles, working full time, managing a Saldy, the latter usually refers to things that cannot be crossed off my proverbial "to do" list that I put too much stock into.  (Incidentally, yes, I did finish my 175 mile challenge this morning with a nice, easy 8 mile run).
household, and trying to maintain family, friend, and romance, has been super tough.  There are some things I am proud of accomplishing, some not so much.

Change for 2017?  I'm not sure.  I do resolve to make more time for the things that matter and discard the things that don't.  To be honest with people when they ask my opinion rather than being passive aggressive privately (Hello, I'm a Libra, nice to meet you).  And here's the toughie - to truly remember - not my circus, not my monkeys, is a wonderful motto.  Goodness knows I have enough on my plate and would be a better friend, partner, and mom if I stopped picking up other people's messes.  Hah.  Remind me about that one in a month....

To 2017.  A year to remember what really matters.  And the hell with the rest (sorta).

Whats on your list for 2017?  Are you glad to see this year go?

I wish everyone a happy, healthy, fufilling New Year and as always - thank you for reading my rambling :-)

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Making Christmas!

133 miles down. (42 to go!)
Fifteen dozen cookies baked. (No I havent eaten them all!)
Pierogies Made.
Presents wrapped.  (Way. too. many. to. count.)
Crafting, check.
Holiday Cards!

Reindeer Handprints!

Snowman Ornaments!

Bella: Version 1-4 (Yep, they all have the same name.)

Tastes good!

Italian baker in training!
Think we're ready.  Last minute prep, lots of family time, and then a few carrots and cookies for the big guy and his crew....and it's time for Christmas 2016!  I hope you and your family have a wonderful holiday - from us to you!

Sunday, December 18, 2016

100% Pure....Mom.

And here we are.  With one week left until Christmas, it's time for the hub bub of the usual activities....last minute shopping (I think I am....gasp...done?), cookie baking (only about 10 dozen to make, starting today!), wrapping (try doinng THAT with a 3 year old and 1 year old!) and prep for hosting the holiday (we host Christmas, which I adore, but I definitely have some cleaning and grocery shopping to do!) And the ole mile challenge.

For those of you that don't read every post of mine with baited breath (congrats, you have a life!), I decided to do a run mileage challenge for the 6 weeks of the holidays - I am trying to run 175 miles between Turkey day and 2017.  The logic is convoluted, as always, but 175 miles equates to roughly 5 pounds, which is what the average Jo(sephine) gains during the holiday season.  Rather than follow the 80/20 rule of logic for healthy eating over the holidays, I said screw it, bring on the cookies.  And I'll just do the work.  With two weeks to go, I've run 98 miles and have 77 left to go.  Which is more than I'd like, but since I was sidelined with the plague for a week, I feel pretty good about my progress.  I'm on it.  And what better to pound out holiday frustration than on the pavement?  Yes, please!

So, in the tradition of the season on the blog, I'll be bringing you some Christmas goodies - a kid handprint craft, a recipe or two, and a new thing I'm trying this year - chili in a jar gifts.  How very Martha of me.  Speaking of which, apparently that's my moniker.  Huh.  

A few days ago, I was chatting with a friend, and we started to talk about our weekends.  He's a few
According to Rob, it's actually "foodmaker". 3 year olds...
 years younger and is still very much in the mindset of bar hopping, parties, and drink drank drunk (ok, not so much the last.  He is still somewhat domesticated!).  It's usually fun to hear about his antics, and in some ways I fondly remember my life from 7-10 years ago when I talk to him.  As we were chatting, he basically told me that he just made an assumption that I was being a parent this weekend.  He admitted that it might be off, but it was a natural assumption since I was "100% mom status".  I pretty much laughed it off, as that was really my plan - sledding with the kids, crafting, cookies, and another Kid Christmas party - along with some me time of running, and the usual weekend chores - but, in hindsight, it kind of bugged me.  I mean, do I really go change out of my work clothes (ok, work yoga pants) into my proverbial high waisted mom jeans every weekend?   Have I lost my identity and been channeled into some Carol Brady, waiting with dinner in the crockpot for my Mister Brady to come home to?  Am I that sickening mom with chocolate chip cookies in the oven and my kiddos making reindeer handprint ornaments for Christmas (spoiler- tatlly whats happening right now).

Yeah.  I am.    I'not sure if that makes me old at the ripe age of 34, but it sort of bugged me. As I joked about body shots, I realized that in some ways I really do miss picking out the perfect tight jeans and sexy but not overly sexy top to go to the bar in.  Of ordering a Jack and coke at the bar and not having to share my "ginger ale" with my 3 year old (NO, I do not feed him whiskey. that a bad plan?  Perhaps he would sleep!).  Of dancing in a hot guys arms and perhaps getting a phone number....or more?  (Hey, no judgement. I never said I was an angel).  Hmm.

But...I did that last weekend.  In a twist of Christmas magic, I got an awesome night out, complete with hot guy (I married him, it's ok), my drinkin' boots, and even some hot tub thrown in in.  Wooohoo!  So maybe I don't party like I'm 26 anymore.  I'll get over it.  And the next morning, after (gasp) a full nights sleep in a bed I didn't have to make and a hot shower where I threw my towels on the ground (confession, I am so THAT hotel guest)....I came home to my beautiful mess.....two

towheads that gave me sloppy kisses (Biz likes 'em open and an afternoon of Rudoph, cookies, and matchbox messes (cars, not fire.  I almost NEVER let them play with fire).  So I threw on my mom jeans (yoga pants) and off I went.  To the rest of my weekend.  Momming.  And....that's ok.  Because somewhere, I know, there's high heels, tight low rise jeans, and even a flat iron in my master suite upstairs.  And I'll use them....when I need to.

Anyone else ever feel they get the "parent" label?  How do you feel about it?

Sunday, December 4, 2016

It's been One Week

...or, as Rob would call it, the "chickity china" song.  Cause, you know, classic tunes teach well.  Eye roll.  At least he dances better than Eugune Levy (yes, we taught him that.)

So it's (roughly) one week post Thanksgiving - one week into our 175 challenge!  And it's going pretty darn well!  I'm 42 miles into the challenge, with 6 runs so far:  7-6-10-6-7-6 miles in 9 days.  I was sidelined for a few days (Friday and yesterday) with a touch of the stupidity that's been circling (ugh, who has time to be sick?) so I laid off.  Otherwise it's been a great mix of road a treadmill running, of easy runs and some tempo thrown in, and 5 episodes of "The Crown" to boot (which is shaping up to be an excellent series.  King George dies.  Sorry to ruin that for you).

I've also been keeping well into my promise off cookie eating....only one homemade batch so far, but 4 adults and two kiddos polished off 3 dozen cookies in 4 hours, so we must be doing something right! (You;re welcome, Grandpa and GG!).

Hey, it ain't easy flying a one year old around for a week.  They needed sustenance.  I get it.

Up next - a crazy busy work week, breakfast with Santa, and a 10 mile trail race (yes, in the snow - its 0 degree WTF (that's winter festival, duh)).  And cookies.  All of the cookies.  I bough ingredients for Italian crescents, cut outs, peanut butter and jelly thumbprints, and snickerdoodles.  I'd dust off my elastic waist pants, but, hey, I got 133 miles to run, baby!  

Hows your holiday challenge going?