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Thankfull for forgiveness

It is the fourth Thursday in November, it is Thanksgiving 2012. The boys are upstairs playing legos, Mia is napping, Jason is working out, and here I sit thinking about what I am most thankful for. Our family will be heading to my aunt’s house in Muncie in a few hours to spend the day with my family. There will be eating, laughter, hopefully a walk in this gorgeous weather, more eating, and lots of talking.

I have a list that is never-ending of the things I am thankful for. So how is it then that I found myself having a fit over my daughter’s fit this morning. There she is crying and making this nonstop whining sound that we cannot get to stop and there I was griping about her incessant whining to the point I not so lovingly carried her upstairs, put her in bed and demanded she take a nap. How can I go from being super mom with kindness and love and patience to this person that I wouldn’t allow to babysit my kids?!? I honestly didn’t think she was tired nor needed a nap, but the only way to get a time out from a 17 month old is to put her in her crib. I thought she’d sit in there a couple minutes with her paci and blankie, find her happy place and then I’d get her back out. Well, to my surprise, she’s snoozing. She was crying/fussy/whining because she wanted to go to sleep. Or maybe, after my hissy fit, she preferred the quietness of her room over being with me. Either way, it brought me to remember what I am most thankful for…forgiveness.

I will be forgiven for my fit I threw this morning because of a sinless God that died on a cross for me. He knew I wasn’t strong enough, He knew I would fail, He knew the only thing that made me worthy of forgiveness was Him. 1 Thessalonians 4:16-18,Be joyful always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.’ I failed on all 3 counts of this scripture this morning.I was not joyful, I was angry. I did not pray, I griped. I was not thankful, I complained. I needed a grown up time out this morning. I needed quiet time to reflect on my behavior, apologize to my Father for my actions and ask for forgiveness. He forgives me, so freely, so easily.

One of my favorite songs lately is ‘One Thing Remains’, by Kristian Stanfill. Beyond thankful that His love never fails it never gives up it never runs out on me.

Happy Thanksgiving!


Fat stole my joy

Going to start this post with a warning. I am a woman about to talk about her weight. If this topic doesn’t interest you, you may want to click on over to another topic. I know women whining about their weight is as cliché as it gets, but I had an ah-ha moment today and wanted to share it.

Have you ever read something and just felt total conviction. You let the words wash over you and just knew that you were wrong. I had one of those moments this morning. I read a blog post by a friend of mine and she had a little home decor item with a phrase that said ‘She knew that when her affection was set on things above that nothing could steal her joy.’(Giving due props to my friend, you can check out her blog here

I run this fine balance between trying to be fit and trying to fit in. Being fit is my biblical view, it’s what I feel God wants of me. He wants me to treat my body with the respect it deserves. I am fearfully and wonderfully made and I need to act like it. Trying to fit in is a world view, wanting my body to look good compared to others. Wanting a body/shape that is not necessarily envied, but gives something for others to aspire towards. There is a BIG difference between these two. BIG, B-I-G, B to the I to the G, BIG. When I workout, I feel good about myself, my jeans fit well, I eat better food, I have more energy, I’m kinder to my family, I just feel better. However, all that can be stolen in an instant if I step on the scale. I can have all those positive feelings and love the way I look, but if I get on the scale and the weight reflects even a pound over where I want to be (or at least where I think I want to be), then my joy is stolen. Bottom line, I let fat steal my joy. How ridiculous is that?!?

I frequently tell my kids to choose joy. We assess their situation, why they are disappointed, what they wish would be the reality instead and then I ask that they choose joy. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they let their circumstances define their mood, but I encourage them to choose joy despite the circumstance. So, with that sound bit of parenting advice, why did I find myself staring at a scale and being disappointed in myself. I wasn’t choosing joy, I wasn’t focusing on my God above, but instead on my body below. The moment I shifted my focus upwards, I again felt those happy feelings come flooding over me again. I’m so thankful to have the Holy Spirit in me to give me that conviction that I very much needed. John 10:10 says, ‘The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” I let the thief in this morning and let him steal my joy. But I am a forgiven and cared for by a Father that gave me a Savior that reminds me to look up and make a joyful noise. Amen!

On to workout news, after the marathon I took almost a full week off. I did a very mild 30 minute spin and upper body workout on Friday and then went on my first post marathon run on Saturday. I did 4 miles and it was awesome, my fastest time ever! It wasn’t so much awesome because of the time (though that always helps), it was more that it just felt really good to be out running again…and only running 4 miles:) Then this week I started doing crossfit workouts. Due to the kindness of a neighbor who is a crossfit trainer, he is offering to train his wife and me 3 days a week. His garage is set up like a crossfit gym (as least that’s what I’m told since I’ve never actually been to a CF gym). I’ve done 2 workouts this week so far, and like them. I love change and this CF stuff is all new to me, so I’m enjoying the season of change. Plus it gives me a workout friend and accountability which is always nice. Also, I bought a new bathing suit (on clearance, WOOHOO), so I can now be getting back into the pool to add some variety to my workouts.

Lots of other thoughts on my mind, but don’t want this post to be all over the place, so will sign off for now. Happy Wednesday!

Mission Marathon…COMPLETE

I did it, I ran my first marathon. The stats are…1703 out of 2865 participants, 108th in my age group, average pace 9:51 and finish time of 4:18:25. There was a lot more to those 26.2 miles than what those numbers reflect though. I’ll try to narrow down my thoughts from start to finish.

Race day started with my best friend (yes I’m referring to my awesome husband), getting up early with me. He kept adding layer upon layer of clothes, packed a backpack of spare clothes, gloves, raincoat, etc. Then loaded his bike in the car and off we went. He’s my biggest cheerleader and the one fan I want to see at the end of any race.

It was cold, in the low 30’s. Which overall is good race weather, the forecast had 30% chance of rain, but I wasn’t really concerned because no matter what it showed, I would be running. The race start was packed and I couldn’t make my way up to the pace group (9:33) I wanted to run with. So I settled to start a little farther back, I think I was around the 10+ pace group. The gun went off and it took me about 4-5 minutes to reach the start line. I started out feeling good, tons of spectators to encourage. Saw hubs 2-3 times in those first 3 miles, it was great. Since I was chasing the pace group, my first mile was too fast, 8:35. Then I continued the chase and was at 9:11 for mile 2, this started to concern me because everything I’d read said start slow, don’t ruin your race by going out too strong. I got with the pace group around mile 3 and they were running a little fast, in the 9:20’s instead of 9:30’s. I know 10 second doesn’t sound like much, but for 26.2 it adds up.

The first mile was so long! The next few went by quickly and then the half and full marathon split at mile 7, I remember thinking it was separating the full crazies from the half crazies. I spent a decent amount of time praying and another chunk of time looking around and thinking, “WHERE AM I?!?” Apparently, I need to get out of the Carmel/Westfield area because there were many times I had no idea where I was. I hit the halfway mark of 13.1 in Broadripple and was at 2:04, I felt really good about this since it meant I was right on to hit my goal for the day. I was taking water every 3 miles at the aid stations (I know that’s not enough and yes I need to work on my hydration while running). I took one power gel an hour in and then a 2nd at 2 hours. I had a third on my race belt and had planned to take that at 3 hours in, but around mile 16 I got hungry. The gel did not sound good, I wanted something to eat, so I started thinking about mile 18. They set up a runners buffet at mile 18 that has gel, blocks, pretzels, bananas, snickers and I’m sure there was other stuff there, but all I could think about were the snickers. I spent 2 miles thinking about a fun size snickers. My hunger grew and so did my fantasizing about said snickers bar. I finally made it to mile 18 and stopped to walk while taking a drink of water and grab 2 glorious snickers bars. I tucked one bar in the palm of my glove and started right back running and eating that fun size candy bar like a rabbit. I was taking very small nibbles from it, almost testing it to make sure it would agree with my stomach.  In no part during my training did I use a snickers as fuel, so this was going to be an experiment. I thought it would either be a great idea, or I would be walking the last 8 miles of the day due to abdominal cramping. Well, it turned out to be a great idea! It gave me a rush of sugar and I ran the next mile back on my goal pace again. I had long since lost my pace group. I remember seeing them pull farther and farther away and thinking they must be running faster because I have not slowed down! I passed mile 18 and 19 with the help of that candy bar and was relieved thinking I had not hit a wall yet, I was still anxious about hitting that wall around mile 20. Miles 20-23 were lonely. It’s a desolate part of the course, not many spectators and boy was it silent. Many runners were not feeling good at this point and had stopped talking and smiling and were just focused on putting one foot in front of the other without cramping. Around mile 23 we turned down Meridian and just before I crossed the bridge, I see my wonderful hubs waving to me. I was sooo thiristy at this point, my tank was dry! I stopped to get a hug and kiss and steal a drink of his water. He rode his bike alongside me for the next couple miles which was a great distraction.

The best part of the race was not the finish, but the last mile. Before hubs peeled off to meet me at the finish, I jokingly said to him, ‘does this race ever end?’ There were 2 women running near me at the time and one of them said, ‘this is the time you soak up because you may never do this again.’ WOW. What profound words to come from a stranger at mile 25 that I so needed to hear. Her words slapped me in the face and I totally soaked up that last mile. I was sprinting to the finish with a big smile on my face, waving to my friends who had come down to support me and cheer me on. I appreciated the moment, my moment, and I no longer longed for the finish line. I let that last 1.2 miles just soak in and it was pure awesomeness. Oh and my ‘sprinting’ at the end, I would have sworn I was running an 8 something minute mile, I just knew I was flying…umm turns out it was more like a 10:05, it sure felt fast though.

About a minute after I finished, a downpour broke open. It sprinkled some during the race and it sleeted twice. I think it was around mile 20ish that it sleeted pretty significantly. I didn’t mind it while running because it was a distraction, something else to focus on for a bit. I actually thought more about my poor husband riding his bike and freezing in the sleet. I mean I was running so I wasn’t cold, but he was just spectating, so that would be chilly. The rain that started at the end was pretty heavy though. I stopped running, got my medal, tried to get a bottle of water and it just started raining. I grabbed a wet bagel and went for cover with hubs and our friends. The ran didn’t last long, but boy did my heart and prayers go out to those on the course. Many people were either walking or doing a combo run/walk and with that amount of rain, they were now wet and walking in 30 degree temps, not ideal conditions.

It was about 20 minutes after I stopped running that a chill set in. I ate my bagel, chugged some water, talked and layered on some clothes.  By the time we checked my official finish time (which I could not believe was 4:18, I so thought I was going to get 4:15), my hands were shaking and wouldn’t stop, so we decided to head home. In the car, I had one of Mia’s spare blankets wrapped around my legs, the heat on full blast on my side of car and was still cold. Hubs suggested I take my wet shirt off and he gave me his sweatshirt and that felt so much better! I got a hot shower at home, followed by a warm cup of coffee. I spent the rest of the day tired. I really wanted a nap, but the timing just didn’t work in our day, so I powered through. I was fairly useless in my parenting, leaving most of the work up to Jason. I finished the day recovering with some Pizza King, a glass of Moscato, and snoring on the couch.

I don’t feel totally satisfied with my marathon experience since I didn’t reach my goal time. I really wanted 4:10 and I think I trained well enough to get it. But, it was my first marathon, I know things now that I can use the next time. That’s right folks, I said next time. There will likely be another marathon in my future. Did I love it enough that it’s going to be my thing, like a marathon a year? Um, no. But it did challenge me and it’s something I know I can improve on, so I’ll likely take the plunge again sometime. I’m going to finish out 2012 just working out, maintaining some level of fitness through the holidays and then come January will think about my goals for 2013. It’s quite possible that the half Ironman in Muncie will be on my 2013 agenda.

Also, I’ll need to resume my role as head cheerleader for team Kaufman as hubs signed up for Ironman Florida this morning, so mark your calendars November 2nd, 2013!

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