Mother of the Year & Giveaway Winner!

The winner of a necklace of your choice from Anne Franklin Designs is #71 MCM Mama! Congrats. Shoot me an email at shutuprun@gmail.com and I’ll tell you how to claim your prize! Anne of AFD wanted me to pass on to you how much she has appreciated your views of her site and “likes” on Facebook. Keep her awesome products in mind for the holidays! She sent me a necklace and I love it.

 

In other news, for Sam’s birthday he wanted to go paint balling.

I seriously should get some sort of prize for this:

Feel free to comment on the elephant in the room – i.e., that lumpy muscle in my arm. Want a muscle like that? Use crutches. I may not be able to run for shit when this is all over, but I’ll have some crazy arm candy.

Believe me, I tried to not wear the mask, but if you even lifted it an inch off your face you had to do ten pushups. No joke. Those rednecks don’t mess around.

Hanging with the 13 year olds,

SUAR

PS: Don’t forget my $25 Subway Gift Card Giveaway.

New Dress, New Attitude?

We're leaving for San Antonio on Friday. Leaving for the race I will not run. Leaving for the Boston qualifier marathon in which I will not BQ. In all honesty, I kind of wish we were not going. I thought by this point I would be at peace with not running the race and would feel inspired to cheer on Ken and Julie. While I am happy to be there with/for them, I am not at peace with not running. In fact I am at war with not running. I need to try to change my attitude.

To do so, I bought a new party dress. My stress fracture already feels better. I am so popular that I have two Christmas parties to attend. One with my husband. One with my friend who is getting divorced and didn't want to go alone. Okay, that doesn't qualify me as popular, but I'm trying.


The party dress is not too unlike my new running dress that I wore when I injured myself. I don't think it was the dresses' fault, however.


I wonder if I could run in my new party dress. Or party in my new running dress. It would look cute with thigh high boots I'm sure (better than those slippers).

Today I did my 20 minutes on the treadmill for a total of 16 minutes of walking and 4 minutes of running. I felt I should wear a sign telling everyone that it's not that I get tired after one minute but that I am injured. What an ego I have. Why do I even care? I think it is more about me telling myself that I could run further if I wanted. But instead I am making a choice to take care of myself.

Yes, yes I know. Baby steps. I bet a baby could run more than four minutes. I'm just saying.

I leave you with this video of my son jamming to AC/DC at his drum concert this weekend. Has nothing to do with running, but it makes me smile.