Monthly Archives: November 2015
How will you be one in just one short month!?
Time goes way too quickly.
This past month was a little interesting.
We all caught colds and I realized that I still have some anxiety and fear to deal with when it comes to you and your health. When I heard you start coughing, daddy and I looked at each other and then looked at you. It hits him too but he is a lot stronger than me. He prayed for you (and me) before he left for work and basically said out loud that we know you will have something worse happen to you in your life than just a cold. He isn’t a negative Nancy or trying to speak poor things over you… it’s true. All of us, every person on earth will face more issues than a cold. It was a reminder though, that you arent mine and that anything could happen to you at any time and that would crush me. I hold you with open hands though my little love knowing that the Lord would hold me if that happened. I smother you in kisses in reality, if I can catch you that is…
because you are on the move. all.the.time.
You continued to learn balance and gain strength in those legs and get very proud of yourself when you walk.
You are the fastest crawler imaginable, especially when you make a bee line for the stairs. One time I found you at the top of the stairs shaking keys (the only reason I knew you had escaped). Another time we could hear you laughing (that’s right, you laugh because you know we will chase you).
You are VERY expressive and opinionated – aka dont like to be told no, have things taken away from you, etc.
You love to hold silverware.
You want your own cup.
You imitate almost everything.
(I picked this picture because it is the best representation of you this month… lol)
I love you wild girl.
At one point this summer Shelby told me about a half-marathon she was considering. At this race we would get to wear tutus, tiaras, and get bubbly at the end! I enthusiastically said that we should totally do it and then signed up for it that night and sent her my confirmation asking if she had.
Even though the title is hints that this is supposed to be the post where I explain why… I really don’t know why I wanted to accomplish 13.1 miles while still breastfeeding a baby. I’ve spent some time pondering it though… I think I wanted to achieve a measurable goal. Not that I cared to achieve it in a certain time, or in a certain way, but I wanted to say I had finished it, I ran the race. Of course, I wanted pictures for proof 😉
So much of what I do on a daily basis gets undone or I rarely see results to even know if I am doing a good job.
With running… I could have my app, my fitbit, my body, etc all telling me I was doing it!
It became my “me” time this spring and summer after a cold and mean winter last year cooped up inside and in hospitals.
Running truly gives me those endorphins and high that only weirdos talk about. I will forreal tell Micah that I haven’t gotten high in a while if I haven’t been able to run. I love it.
I didn’t always love it. In fact, I only had a handful of running experiences prior to the race:
- I ran track for a season, I ran sprints with a team (not alone and as fast as possible then its done) – this was in middle school.
- I weight-lifted for a year or two and we had to run around the track to warm up – this was in high school.
- I went on a cruise so we ran for like a month leading up to it, my BFF and I wanted to look good in our bathing suits – this was in college.
- I gained 50 lbs during my pregnancy with Haddon. My sister signed us up for a family turkey trot (5k) the following November – postpartum in 2012.
It was that last one that I decided I really liked running. Not only did I feel great but I saw results. I was hooked. From then on Micah and I would run together most the time. I have fond memories of bundling Haddon up in the dark as a baby and letting him fall asleep in the stroller as Micah and I ran around the neighborhood.
baby Haddon all cozy and ready to roll
I ran throughout my pregnancy with Verity and while it was more of a real trot towards the end, I did it! I was really proud of myself. I had big plans to keep it up as soon as I got the okay from my midwife. But like I said, last winter sucked.
Hey there, Verity!
So to me, running and postpartum are closely connected.
After much consideration, in retrospect, I think I signed up for a half-marathon because I wanted to see goals and I wanted to endure.
This might sound so silly… but Haddon’s birth was the longest/craziest event my body had ever been through (he was sunny side up) and when I found out Verity was sunny side up too…well, to be honest, I didnt want to endure that again – I opted for meds. While I truly dont think there is anything wrong with that and to each their own, I think it left me wanting to test my body again… and so, I did.
(to be continued)