Sunday, February 22, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Puppy Class
I have loved puppy class. It has been a trick getting there every Monday night but oh so worth it. It is super stressful though. Like you want your puppy to perform well and understand what he is suppose to be doing. (Kinda like raising kids!) The teacher has known Moose since he was a wee puppy. He saw him every other Saturday when the rescue place had their adopt a pet program.
Moose loves the interaction with the other dogs. He has found a friend and the two of them play hard during class breaks. We have had the puppy and her owner over for a playdate and it went fabulous. The dogs played hard and we got to meet a really sweet young lady. We have another playdate next week!
I think the most important thing Moose has learned thus far is to not pull on his leash. It is a work in progress as he is still so young but he does well. He struggles learning his skills in class because there is so much going on. But, when we get home, he gets it and gets bored super quick.
He has learned sit, leave it, drop it, take it and we are working on stay. It is hard to remember to work with him every day but we are doing our best. We want a dog that has awesome manners. Well, at least as good a manners as the kids!
He graduated Monday. I think we will take some time to work on the skills he has learned. I would definitely like to go back for more training.
Moose and his classmates . . .
Moose loves the interaction with the other dogs. He has found a friend and the two of them play hard during class breaks. We have had the puppy and her owner over for a playdate and it went fabulous. The dogs played hard and we got to meet a really sweet young lady. We have another playdate next week!
I think the most important thing Moose has learned thus far is to not pull on his leash. It is a work in progress as he is still so young but he does well. He struggles learning his skills in class because there is so much going on. But, when we get home, he gets it and gets bored super quick.
He has learned sit, leave it, drop it, take it and we are working on stay. It is hard to remember to work with him every day but we are doing our best. We want a dog that has awesome manners. Well, at least as good a manners as the kids!
He graduated Monday. I think we will take some time to work on the skills he has learned. I would definitely like to go back for more training.
Moose and his classmates . . .
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
It Is Done
So, I wanted to post about the half marathon before my Swiss cheese brain forgets anymore of it.
The whole event was just so surreal to me. My friends picked me up around 6:30 AM and we drove in darkness to the race spot. The topic of conversation was all about the race. The nerves, the anxiousness, the speculation of the outcome. When we got there, people were everywhere. And most of them looked like real runners! I still felt like a poser. Should I really be here?? We all went to the bathroom and took our "before race" picture. Then it was off to find our starting spot.
They have all the runners placed from fastest pace in the front to slowest pace in the back. And that is where we headed. But, we were not alone. There were tons of people in the back of the group and all different kinds of people too. It really helped me relax to look around and see all the various types of people who came out to run a half or whole marathon. People in all shapes and sizes and ages!
At 7:30 we were off and running together but we ended up kind of separating which we all knew would happen. I stuck to my plan of walking the first 10 minutes, just to get my old bones, muscles, lungs and heart warmed up. It had worked in the past so I didn't want to change a thing just because it was a race. The downside of that was, though, most everyone was passing me from the very beginning. It was hard not to start running but I knew I would have a much better chance of finishing "well" if I stuck to my plan. I always have to have a plan.
When my 10 minutes were up, I just started to run. Slow and steady. Taking in the scenery and the people and soaking up the whole atmosphere. I saw a number of people I knew from spectators to runners. When I run I don't talk or listen to music. I prefer to run alone. I can barely run much less talk while I am doing it!! But, I do find myself smiling a lot. Maybe because I am just amazed at what I, and countless others are able to do. Or delirium. Who knows.
I knew I would be OK the first half. I had asked hubby and the kids to be at the turn around, halfway point because I knew they would be some inspiration. They actually were a little bit before it and they cheered as I ran by. They might have left and found another place to wait but a little bit later, after my turn around point, I saw them again.
It started getting difficult on the way back. Ankles hurt, knees hurt, hips hurt. Thankfully not all at the same time. My devotion Sunday was about just saying "help Jesus" when I need help. And so that is what I did. Running a long race is really like doing life. There are good spots, spots in life where you do well and you can rejoice. Then, there are spots in life where you struggle. And at those times God if faithful to be there "a very present help in the time of need."
When I run long distances, I get into a zone. I really don't notice much else. Getting towards the 10 mile mark I did see hubby and the kids again, twice, kind of following me in the van. Then, after mile 11, nothing. I really didn't see or notice anything except maybe the occasional person to ask "How much longer?" By that time I was talking to myself out loud. So much so I was losing breath and had to stop talking out loud. I was just being silly, trying to pass the time and keep myself motivated. Just repeating out loud all the body parts that hurt and by this time they all hurt together. But, I was determined. I knew if I stopped running I would never start back up to cross the finish line running.
But, also at that time, I was reflecting on how much God loves me. Loves all the runners. How much He has blessed me, blessed me beyond measure. I spend most of my time, while running, talking with God. And towards the end it became a little emotional.
I was tired physically and mentally and emotionally. This had all started as a celebration of life and health of a wonderful friend who had had brain surgery exactly a year ago. Our crazy idea of running together to mark the one year anniversary turned into 6 months of love and prayers and encouragement of not only a physical nature but of a spiritual one as well. A bunch of wonderful Godly women (our group has expanded to include 2 or 3 more) has been praying for families and children and all sorts of life's stuff along with the encouragement to keep exercising and training.
At the end, I was just so grateful and thankful to God for a life filled with love and family and friends and the trials that make us grow in faith. I was also so focused on finishing that I never saw my family and my mom cheering me on the last 3/10 of the race. I also never saw them at the finish line. I was so singularly focused on crossing the finish line running with a smile on my face that I heard and saw nothing! I was shocked that they were there!
Afterwards, I was a little sore because my legs were allowed to stop moving. But it was doable. I was one of the first of our group to finish so we had a plan to meet the rest of our runners at the last 3/10 of the race and run in with each one as they crossed the finish line. No one cared how long it took for the others to run the race. We were in it together and we were going to finish together!
There were tears as we all hugged. We had accomplished something great! Together! Then we all went out for lunch! All 20 of us (kids and husbands included.)
There has been talk, already, in our virtual running group, if we will do another 1/2. I don't know. I would have said last week "never!" Now, I am not so sure. We have decided one thing though, we are going to keep our little prayer and encouragement group going for both exercise and spiritual accountability.
As I read back over this, I wonder why on earth would I run when it can be so hard and painful. The only thing I can think of is that many of the things that are worth doing are hard. But, the end result is so worth it. I don't think accomplishing great things is ever easy.
Kind of crazy it is over. Gotta figure out something else to stress about . . . (just kidding) . . . (sort of) . . .
The whole event was just so surreal to me. My friends picked me up around 6:30 AM and we drove in darkness to the race spot. The topic of conversation was all about the race. The nerves, the anxiousness, the speculation of the outcome. When we got there, people were everywhere. And most of them looked like real runners! I still felt like a poser. Should I really be here?? We all went to the bathroom and took our "before race" picture. Then it was off to find our starting spot.
They have all the runners placed from fastest pace in the front to slowest pace in the back. And that is where we headed. But, we were not alone. There were tons of people in the back of the group and all different kinds of people too. It really helped me relax to look around and see all the various types of people who came out to run a half or whole marathon. People in all shapes and sizes and ages!
At 7:30 we were off and running together but we ended up kind of separating which we all knew would happen. I stuck to my plan of walking the first 10 minutes, just to get my old bones, muscles, lungs and heart warmed up. It had worked in the past so I didn't want to change a thing just because it was a race. The downside of that was, though, most everyone was passing me from the very beginning. It was hard not to start running but I knew I would have a much better chance of finishing "well" if I stuck to my plan. I always have to have a plan.
When my 10 minutes were up, I just started to run. Slow and steady. Taking in the scenery and the people and soaking up the whole atmosphere. I saw a number of people I knew from spectators to runners. When I run I don't talk or listen to music. I prefer to run alone. I can barely run much less talk while I am doing it!! But, I do find myself smiling a lot. Maybe because I am just amazed at what I, and countless others are able to do. Or delirium. Who knows.
I knew I would be OK the first half. I had asked hubby and the kids to be at the turn around, halfway point because I knew they would be some inspiration. They actually were a little bit before it and they cheered as I ran by. They might have left and found another place to wait but a little bit later, after my turn around point, I saw them again.
It started getting difficult on the way back. Ankles hurt, knees hurt, hips hurt. Thankfully not all at the same time. My devotion Sunday was about just saying "help Jesus" when I need help. And so that is what I did. Running a long race is really like doing life. There are good spots, spots in life where you do well and you can rejoice. Then, there are spots in life where you struggle. And at those times God if faithful to be there "a very present help in the time of need."
When I run long distances, I get into a zone. I really don't notice much else. Getting towards the 10 mile mark I did see hubby and the kids again, twice, kind of following me in the van. Then, after mile 11, nothing. I really didn't see or notice anything except maybe the occasional person to ask "How much longer?" By that time I was talking to myself out loud. So much so I was losing breath and had to stop talking out loud. I was just being silly, trying to pass the time and keep myself motivated. Just repeating out loud all the body parts that hurt and by this time they all hurt together. But, I was determined. I knew if I stopped running I would never start back up to cross the finish line running.
But, also at that time, I was reflecting on how much God loves me. Loves all the runners. How much He has blessed me, blessed me beyond measure. I spend most of my time, while running, talking with God. And towards the end it became a little emotional.
I was tired physically and mentally and emotionally. This had all started as a celebration of life and health of a wonderful friend who had had brain surgery exactly a year ago. Our crazy idea of running together to mark the one year anniversary turned into 6 months of love and prayers and encouragement of not only a physical nature but of a spiritual one as well. A bunch of wonderful Godly women (our group has expanded to include 2 or 3 more) has been praying for families and children and all sorts of life's stuff along with the encouragement to keep exercising and training.
At the end, I was just so grateful and thankful to God for a life filled with love and family and friends and the trials that make us grow in faith. I was also so focused on finishing that I never saw my family and my mom cheering me on the last 3/10 of the race. I also never saw them at the finish line. I was so singularly focused on crossing the finish line running with a smile on my face that I heard and saw nothing! I was shocked that they were there!
Afterwards, I was a little sore because my legs were allowed to stop moving. But it was doable. I was one of the first of our group to finish so we had a plan to meet the rest of our runners at the last 3/10 of the race and run in with each one as they crossed the finish line. No one cared how long it took for the others to run the race. We were in it together and we were going to finish together!
There were tears as we all hugged. We had accomplished something great! Together! Then we all went out for lunch! All 20 of us (kids and husbands included.)
There has been talk, already, in our virtual running group, if we will do another 1/2. I don't know. I would have said last week "never!" Now, I am not so sure. We have decided one thing though, we are going to keep our little prayer and encouragement group going for both exercise and spiritual accountability.
As I read back over this, I wonder why on earth would I run when it can be so hard and painful. The only thing I can think of is that many of the things that are worth doing are hard. But, the end result is so worth it. I don't think accomplishing great things is ever easy.
Kind of crazy it is over. Gotta figure out something else to stress about . . . (just kidding) . . . (sort of) . . .
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
Oh my word. It is almost here. The half marathon. I have worked hard. I have stuck pretty close to a plan. And I am as ready as I will ever be. I completed 10 miles this past Thursday. It wasn't easy but it was doable. Everyone I have talked with says if I can do 9 (10) then I can do 13.1. The concept is a little strange to me. It is 3-4 more miles. But it is what it is.
I have a little calf/chin pain and I don't know what that is all about. I am just going to wait it out. Pray it goes away and try not to stress.
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday . . . .
I have a little calf/chin pain and I don't know what that is all about. I am just going to wait it out. Pray it goes away and try not to stress.
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday . . . .
Monday, February 2, 2015
Homeschool Burnout
I am in my 9th year of homeschooling. And I think I have hit a wall. Maybe it is because I am schooling four. Or maybe it is because I have to contemplate teaching high school. (Yes, I will be homeschooling through high school, God willing.)
Our days are far from perfect. And many days, if I am not careful, I can let the stress and responsibility of home education overwhelm me. But, the other morning, as we did school around the fire, it was a gentle reminder to me of exactly why I do this. I do what I am suppose to do. And God has got the rest . . . .
Our days are far from perfect. And many days, if I am not careful, I can let the stress and responsibility of home education overwhelm me. But, the other morning, as we did school around the fire, it was a gentle reminder to me of exactly why I do this. I do what I am suppose to do. And God has got the rest . . . .
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Meet Moose
Like life ain't crazy enough, we have to adopt a 43 pound, 5 1/2 month old hound dog/wiemeriner mix puppy! (We have since found out he is probably a Catahoula Leopard Dog.)
Meet Moose.
We fell in love almost immediately. He came and spent the night on New Year's Eve. We decided then that he was just too big. And he wanted to be a couch doggie. So we brought him back to his foster mommy. But, while looking at another yippy, smaller puppy we saw Moose again and we just decided to bring him home!
He is a puppy and has puppy behavior but he is super sweet. And pretty lazy. He has his active moments during the day and we are learning how to handle those. We brought him to Meals on Wheels on Wednesday and are hoping to share him with our clients once he has some manners. He is going to much needed puppy school. Because he will be so big that was a must!
He is really smart and catches on pretty quick (but can be kinda stubborn.) While walking him yesterday and training him not to pull on the leash, you could see the struggle to obey my command and his desire to do what he wanted to do. He even kind of whimpered as he walked back to my side. Kind of like us sometimes! We know the right thing to do but doing it can be sooo hard!
Welcome to the family Moose . . . .
Meet Moose.
We fell in love almost immediately. He came and spent the night on New Year's Eve. We decided then that he was just too big. And he wanted to be a couch doggie. So we brought him back to his foster mommy. But, while looking at another yippy, smaller puppy we saw Moose again and we just decided to bring him home!
He is a puppy and has puppy behavior but he is super sweet. And pretty lazy. He has his active moments during the day and we are learning how to handle those. We brought him to Meals on Wheels on Wednesday and are hoping to share him with our clients once he has some manners. He is going to much needed puppy school. Because he will be so big that was a must!
He is really smart and catches on pretty quick (but can be kinda stubborn.) While walking him yesterday and training him not to pull on the leash, you could see the struggle to obey my command and his desire to do what he wanted to do. He even kind of whimpered as he walked back to my side. Kind of like us sometimes! We know the right thing to do but doing it can be sooo hard!
Welcome to the family Moose . . . .
Thursday, January 8, 2015
"Training"
With about a month left before my first and only half marathon, I thought I would give a quick update. I have learned a lot about myself and my body in the last few months.
First, I do like to run. I enjoy the solitude and the feeling of accomplishment that I have when I am done.
Second, I am not and will never be a long distance runner and I am finally OK with that. About the 7 mile mark my body started to revolt. Aches and pains that I was just not expecting. After having been to the doc one too many times, I have come to the conclusion that having four babies and being 47 just does not lend itself well to long distance running. Up until these past few weeks, I had really hoped to run the whole 13.1 miles. It was a mental set back to realize that a plan of walking and running was just going to have to be the way it is. And that is totally fine!
Third, I am encouraging my kids to start a habit of "exercising" while they are young. Nothing major just a quick walk around the block or a bike ride a couple times a week. Just developing a healthy, active life style.
Fourth, I am not so afraid of stray dogs anymore. I haven't seen many lately and because I have been running more during the day, I actually see where some live and know which houses have invisible fences etc.
Fifth, I have met a really neat couple in the neighborhood. The wife runs half marathons and has been an encouragement. Unfortunately they have put their house up for sale and are moving to a nice piece of property in the North Georgia mountains. I will miss seeing them.
Sixth, I am glad I am doing this with friends. It has been great to see the encouragement through texts and talks that we give one another even though we don't "train" together. Most importantly, I think it has made all of us really appreciate our health.
Seventh, I really hope to continuing running even after the 1/2. Probably more along the 3-6 mile distance.
Well, this is probably the last post about my training until after the 1/2. Here's hoping it goes well . . .
First, I do like to run. I enjoy the solitude and the feeling of accomplishment that I have when I am done.
Second, I am not and will never be a long distance runner and I am finally OK with that. About the 7 mile mark my body started to revolt. Aches and pains that I was just not expecting. After having been to the doc one too many times, I have come to the conclusion that having four babies and being 47 just does not lend itself well to long distance running. Up until these past few weeks, I had really hoped to run the whole 13.1 miles. It was a mental set back to realize that a plan of walking and running was just going to have to be the way it is. And that is totally fine!
Third, I am encouraging my kids to start a habit of "exercising" while they are young. Nothing major just a quick walk around the block or a bike ride a couple times a week. Just developing a healthy, active life style.
Fourth, I am not so afraid of stray dogs anymore. I haven't seen many lately and because I have been running more during the day, I actually see where some live and know which houses have invisible fences etc.
Fifth, I have met a really neat couple in the neighborhood. The wife runs half marathons and has been an encouragement. Unfortunately they have put their house up for sale and are moving to a nice piece of property in the North Georgia mountains. I will miss seeing them.
Sixth, I am glad I am doing this with friends. It has been great to see the encouragement through texts and talks that we give one another even though we don't "train" together. Most importantly, I think it has made all of us really appreciate our health.
Seventh, I really hope to continuing running even after the 1/2. Probably more along the 3-6 mile distance.
Well, this is probably the last post about my training until after the 1/2. Here's hoping it goes well . . .
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