My sister took these impromptu pictures last week after our cluster-@$&! attempt at an extended family photo.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
I've decided that I am going to run another ultra-marathon this year. While we lived in Boston, I seemed to lose my desire to run any marathon-or-longer distance, despite it being home to one of the most famous marathons. I just found training for and then racing in that part of the country very uninspiring.
No offense, New Englanders.
But now that we are back in Utah, I feel the pull to run long again. I was able to do a few trail runs before the snow came and being back out there, in the heat of the late summer, rekindled that desire to push my body beyond just 26.2 miles.
Oddly enough, I don't have any desire to run another marathon, though. Despite being double the distance, a marathon feels more difficult than an ultra-marathon as the pace is much faster and the pavement race course is much less interesting. I also love the time that it takes and the solitude I experience when doing long runs on the trails of the Wasatch mountains. The mental clarity I feel after 20 miles on the trail is divine.
At this point, I'm planning to stick to 50 miles or less. I know that someday I'll tackle a 100-miler again, specifically the Wasatch Front 100, but just not this year. Although race registration doesn't begin for a few more months so maybe I'll talk myself into it before then.
New Year's resolutions are coming up, after all.
Monday, December 9, 2013
The return of catalogue snowflakes. // Sunday morning therapy session.
Thursday and Friday were rough days for me. After the almost two-week mental roller coaster ride finally ended, I felt completely out-of-sorts. Deflated. Confused.
Friday morning I took Alice to Dino-land and, as I sat there recounting the last few days, I felt stupid for letting myself get so caught up in whether or not I was pregnant. I also felt betrayed and angry at my body! And as I sat there feeling sorry for myself, I started to cry. At Dino-land. Not surprisingly we left right after that.
After writing that blog post and then after an afternoon play date with a friend who was willing to listen (thanks, Jill!), I felt much better. And by Friday night, I was happily enjoying wine and Breaking Bad and not thinking all that much about those last 12 days.
The rest of our weekend was spent mostly inside and out of the snow and single-digit temperatures. On Saturday I had the urge to craft and made catalogue snowflakes and a snowman for our balcony window while Alice napped. And then on Sunday Alice went to her Grandma Julie and Zayde Aharon's house for the day! Lee crazily went for a mountain bike ride with 6 inches of fresh snow on the ground (!!) while I went for a much-needed solo run.
As I ran up the hills of the Avenues, through snowy City Creek Canyon and back toward downtown to our loft, I felt so clear-headed. And so happy not to be pregnant at that moment as I pushed myself to a 7:19 and a 7:05 for my last two miles home.
Weekend workouts: Saturday - Rest day! Sunday - Run! 6.3 miles/51:36 minutes/552 feet elevation gain. Snowy and sunny and fast and just what I needed.
Big Kitty & shadows of snowflakes.
Friday, December 6, 2013
Remembering warmer days at the SL Public Library. September 2013.
Another month and another period, which means I'm still not pregnant (here's your chance to stop reading if this topic doesn't interest you). Mostly, I take getting my period in stride. I've walked down the Could I be pregnant this month? road enough that I know not to get my hopes too high as the end of my cycle approaches. I'm managing my expectations, as my husband would say.
So this month we went to Napa! The day we drove there was the day I expected my period to start. And it didn't. Nor did it the next day. Or the next. So of course my brain immediately went into overdrive and that little pregnancy ember started to flame. By Monday, at 4 days late, the fire was fully ablaze and I'd pretty much convinced myself that this was our month! I was definitely pregnant.
And then I took a pregnancy test on Tuesday. To use the vernacular of those trying to conceive: I got a BFN... a big fat negative.
So I rationalized. I didn't test first thing in the morning. And Maybe it's still too early. Then the sane and mentally protective part of my brain said Or maybe you're not actually pregnant.
More days passed and still no period. Thanksgiving came and I drank champagne and wine a little less liberally. Friday morning came and now, at 7 days late, I thought for sure I'd see a big fat positive on that pee stick. Nope. Another BFN.
I spent countless hours googling late periods and negative tests and the rise of the hcg hormone. I over analyzed every twinge, every symptom that might indicate I was pregnant. I counted and recounted the days in my cycle to see if I missed something. Despite those two negative tests, I let my mind run wild with the possibility that I just might be pregnant.
And then, at 12 days late, my period finally decided to show up.
For 12 days I thought I could be pregnant. For 12 days I dreamed and calculated and imagined the next nine months with another baby and a sibling for Alice growing inside of me. For 12 days my body played the meanest trick possible on my mind.
I guess I need to better manage those expectations next month.
Weekly workouts: Monday & Tuesday - Drive days! No workouts. Wednesday - Run! 5.5 miles/44 minutes. Thursday - CrossFit! 2-rep max back squat (hip flexors are still tight so I did lunges, 5 sets of 4 @ 65lbs), then reps of 10-20-30 of lateral stick jumps (18 inches) + burpees. Friday - CrossFit! 1-rep max Turkish get-ups (35lbs), 1-rep max weighted strict pull-ups (Ha! I did one with the thin purple band), then 40-30-20-10 reps of double-unders + 20-15-10-5 reps of handstand push-ups (2 ab mats).
Thursday, December 5, 2013
That would be frost on the INSIDE of our windows.
Currently... missing that 68-degree California weather as it was 9 degrees in Salt Lake this morning. Hello, winter!
Currently... pretty sure we've created a monster with letting Alice sleep with us all last week while we were in Napa. Our travel crib is too small for our 20-month old who is the size of a 3-year old so she slept in our bed. And now that we're home, she wants nothing to do with sleeping in her crib. She has fallen asleep in our bed the last two nights, we move her to her crib shortly after and then she is awake and screaming at 2AM wondering why she's in her own crib and not in our bed. Oh, and this is happening for naps, too. Any advice?!
Currently... excited to brew my first batch of kombucha today! My sister gave me a scoby last week and I carefully transported it home across California and Nevada. And Lee thought I was completely nuts the entire time.
Currently... apprehensive about getting my hair "fixed" tomorrow. Remember that fiasco I had a few months ago when I let someone other than my regular hair stylist touch my hair? She's finally back from maternity leave and when I saw her last week for a cut she was mortified that the other stylist put that red all over my head versus just as highlights. So she's fixing it for me! Fingers crossed her fix doesn't make it worse.
And currently... counting down the days till our 3-form movable wall arrives. Christmas comes for us on December 20th this year!
Alice's little friends, watching winter from the warmth of the windowsill.