today was a good day…

that often bears repeating since it’s so easy to lose sight of. the day to day scruffula of life can weigh on you and you just lose track of what’s important, of who is important. my niece jaymie wrote that she was feeling bad about maybe overreacting to a person or a situation and that maybe she should try harder to spend a minute in that person’s shoes. take a deep breathe. jaymie is truly a gentle soul and if she needs to be reminded of this then we all do. what was good today? who was helpful? what did you do that made you laugh or smile or breathe a little easier.

today, i was frustrated by a couple of people and i voiced that in the office as i too often do. but then i went over to do our little lunch jaunt at the fieldhouse and regardless of the fact that I forgot my running bra and couldn’t run, i walked with tracy and enjoyed it. i got to watch tonya and kelli run without me looking good and confident and also daphne and amanda and friend. it’s all good when you’re moving and it’s so wonderful to share that energy. then this afternoon i chatted with my new friend, beth, and letitia and we got to share some marathoning women time and got to talk about why this is important to us and what we can do to bring girls into the magic of the empowerment of running. and students, and adults, and…it’s all so exciting when you think of watching another person succeed and achieve their goals.

we’re all here trying to do the best we can day after day and we just need to be a little gentler with each other. remembering this and the people i shared my day with, i know that today was a good day.

Wake up and, er, eat the cookies!

Finally. I got my cookie after a couple of hours of sitting here talking about it. Big deal? Not really. Eating, however, is a big deal. I’ve always operated on the schedule of an overgrown toddler and now with my increased running mileage that toddler is ADHD and totally unmedicated, baby. Need the food. Need it now. The difference is that now someone is always telling me to eat. It’s kind of cool. Weekend long runs I even have a coach feeding me gels and gatorade. It’s like I finally realized my childhood goal of being an olympic athlete though sadly, not Nadia. Crap. I never could get that flip-flop.

You can follow along here while I ramble through the rest of my marathon training and beyond. I’ll throw in bits from the other real parts of my life too and, I hope, get some friends to hop on-board as guest bloggers to talk about their own training adventures/misadventure as runners, moms, women who must do other jobs to support their habit(s). Tune in.