So …

Hello, knock knock. Is this thing on?

Yeah … it’s been a while. I am a crappy blogger, but enjoy checking in with everyone else who is actually posting. I feel like all the bloggers “I grew up” with have stopped posting, so it just gets easier to ignore this space. But I do miss it and miss writing just for me.

So to update …

  • I did run that marathon and kicked its ass. Or something. Well, shaving 20 minutes off my 1st marathon time made for a nice PR for this girl. I know that 4:43 isn’t going to shatter any records, but I was proud of my work that day. At least the first 20 miles. The last 6 pretty much stunk, but I finished. Thank goodness for pushing the pace when I still had it in me.
  • So, still on that runner’s high, I put my name in the lotteries for the NYC marathon and NYC half. Well, guess what? I got into the Half. On March 16. That’s in 8 weeks. So, guess who pulled together a very condensed training plan?
  • I have also made a lofty-ish goal of running 14 races in 2014 — I think it comes out to 7 halfs, 1 10-miler, 4 10k’s and 2 5k’s. September and October are full, but otherwise, it’s pretty spread out and do-able. Come join me!
  • M&L are growing up overnight it seems. They are both in Kindergarten and loving it. Starting to read, honing their writing skills, learning Spanish, and enjoying other classes like science and art. Oh, and lunch. Can’t forget about that. I sometimes find myself just staring at them and admiring their little personalities. Or big personalities. They are inquisitive and funny, and sometimes sassy.
  • I post pretty often on Instagram, so feel free to follow me there.

Marathon Training, part dos

So I can’t remember if I even wrote about marathon training last year, so this could possibly be part uno. Even though I haven’t been using this space much, I thought it would be a good way to keep track of my training, hold me accountable, and possibly help someone else who may be thinking about running a marathon.

A little background … this will be my 2nd full marathon and I am registered for the Richmond marathon this November. I have run 11 half marathons, and numerous other 10K’s and 5K’s.

I’m following one of Hal Higdon’s training plans and hopefully actually incorporating more cross training and speed work this time around. My first marathon time was over 5 hours and I would really like to get under 5 hours and possibly even more like 4:45. We’ll see. My husband keeps mouthing “speed work” to me. Ugh.

Here are my stats for the week so far:

Week One Plan/Actual

Monday – XT (spin class) + 1 mile walk

Tuesday – 4 miles (Ran 3 with Ria)

Wednesday – Strength class AM/ XT PM (Spin class, no strength)

Thursday – 4 miles (moving this run to Friday)

Friday – rest (4 miles TO DO)

Saturday – 8 miles (instead, a rest day)

Sunday – yoga (8 miles/yoga)

So that is it in a nutshell. Waking around 5am several days a week is no fun, but I’m hoping like anything, it will get easier with time.

Lurking in my drafts folder

I clicked on my Drafts folder today and was surprised to see quite a few half-way written entries.

Including this one. Snort.

Ok, so this photo is (obviously) from my wedding day and I have no idea who half of these celebrities are.

JLo? Hmmm. I wish.  Judy Garland? Total compliment.

Florence Henderson? Whaat?

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from


It looks like this website now still has this feature as an app. It may be interesting to see who I look like now.


40. Wow. It really is a milestone and I am shocked that it got here this fast.

Most people know that on your birthday, your friends and family provide a day-long love fest via Facebook. There really isn’t anything better. Texts, emails, phone calls, flowers, and Facebook messages galore. Heck, even the guy who checks people in at the gym wished me a happy birthday!

One of my friends commented about how we spent my 30th birthday together. Was that really 10 years ago?

It made me think about other momentous birthday’s.

In 2003, I celebrated being 30 and single! with a group of friends at one of my favorite neighborhood pubs. I also really regretted living on the 3rd floor of an apartment building.

In 2007, I interviewed for (and later was offered) a job.

In 2001, I spent my birthday in Paris. Ooh, la, la.

In 1994, I drove to Key West with a great group of friends for Spring Break.

Now, in 2013, I am very content to eat dinner with my loves (little and big), hopefully enjoy a glass of vino, and some cake. I know that a party is being planned for me this weekend, but I have been told to butt out and let someone else plan it.


bday pic


Not the best picture of us, but sometimes being with the ones you love & that love you back is more important.

Waking up

I try to work out in the mornings. Early. 5:15am or 5:30am. Pitch black, warm bed, sleeping children, whirring fan, comfy pj’s. It is hard to leave the comforts of home, but I try to remind myself that it’s only an hour. I’m only waking up an hour’ish earlier than I normally would.

Some days I listen to myself better than others.

One thing that I love about a morning workout is driving through my neighborhood and watching it wake up. After I’m done and on my way home, around 6:30 or so, I see a few dog walkers, kitchen lights on, the blue screen of a TV sharing the news. I picture sleepy-eyed children, showers steaming up, coffee brewing, phones being checked. Watching it all makes me feel like I’m in on this little secret ritual of everyone’s day.

I’m a little envious of the houses that are still dark, or those that are quietly easing into the day. I know that as soon as I hit the door, there are requests for ponytails, showers to be had, and schedules to discuss. But that is OK … it’s our ritual and then I wonder if someone is peeking in on us.

Tra la la la la …

I had a conversation with my friend ET recently about blogs and the activities on them just feeling a bit too staged. I mean, I get it. When I take a photo that may end up on the blog, or Instagram, or Facebook, I may take extra care to shove the dirty dishes out of the way, wipe someone’s face, or make sure I don’t have lipstick on my teeth. But sometimes I don’t and that is OK.

I certainly don’t post every day, don’t get paid for this stuff, and know that coming up with exciting content is not my job. I just find myself wondering … does this stuff really happen in anyone’s REAL life? I’ve always said that Facebook only shows the fairy dust and happiness of everyone’s lives or the moaning and groaning of how hard their life is and most of those people are quickly hidden from my feed. Most days, the fairy dust doesn’t bother me at all.

Sometimes  it’s hard enough just trying to live your life without comparing yourself to others, and when you feel like your dinners aren’t as healthy, your kids aren’t as smart, your running isn’t as fast, or your house isn’t as perfect, you can really begin to get down on yourself. I guess the normal – middle of the road stuff isn’t exciting enough to show up via social media. Whoops. I think that is all this blog is about.

Last week was Valentine’s Day and for us, it was pretty much another Thursday. Hubby had a group run scheduled that evening so I picked up Maddy and Libby and we made dinner consisting of heart shaped grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup, and strawberries. How romantic, right? I was pretty proud that the sandwiches were heart shaped, I used the Valentine’s Day plates, and the girls were excited to help me. I’m sure my photo on Instagram showed how wonderful it was.

It was pretty wonderful until about 10pm when Maddy wandered downstairs and threw up on Hubby, plus two sofa cushions. Or at midnight, when Libby threw up on the bedroom floor.

Yeah, up and down until 3am with sick twins is no fun way to spend any night, let alone Valentine’s Day.

So maybe the  fairy-dusted unicorn trodden path is better.  Because I don’t think anyone wanted to see the other relived.

Crazy town

I have always (or since I can remember) been told that I think too much. In tennis. In running. In relationships. I can over-analyze with the best of them. How do you just get in the zone and not think? For those of you who are wired the same way, you know what I’m talking about. You just can’t turn it off.

Sometimes one thought is coming in before the other is fully formed. 

So, when your two daughters are approaching Kindergarten, can you guess what happens? You over-analyze the hell out of it and over think every possible scenario. It’s exhausting and we still have 6 months to go before they even start.

We have applied to 6 different schools and that doesn’t include the public neighborhood school for which we are zoned. 3 are magnets, 2 are charter, 1 is private.

We should find out if we make the cut to the ohmygodunicornsandrainbowsshootfromtheceilingamazing private school this week. All the rest are basically your name(s) in a lottery system and those we find out what/if we are accepted in March. There are so many good opportunities were we live. I know we are fortunate and as a parent, I just have this overwhelming feeling of responsibility for trying to give our kids the best that we can.

What the hell am I going to do in 17 years when they are applying to college? Be fully admitted to crazy town? Right now, I think I have one foot in the door. Or maybe both.

Fiscal cliff … what fiscal cliff?

Ummm, yeah.

So, last week had some good point and not so good points.

I caved at under $20 cords from Lands End. But they are GREEN and very cute!I also ordered 2 dresses and a cardi from LE. BUT … they were all on sale.I can give you justification for all purchases. Are you ready?

Early birthday money from my Mom, plus my $45 rebate from ebates. This deposit was mainly from Christmas purchases … it really is that easy. CLick on the ebates link to learn more. So, even with all purchases, they were still under what I spent. So … kind of like free money, right? I am sure Dave Ramsey wouldn’t agree.

We did luck out and received a refund from our old mortgage company when we refinanced. I am listening to Dave and using that money to complete baby step #2 and establishing our $1000 rainy day emergency fund and making good use of the rest.

On a sad note, I did not get my Bonanno sandals as I had previously posted. Still not sure what happened, but during the 50% off sale, their website was overloaded, so I emailed in my order as it suggested on the website. I followed up with the 3 different emails I found online, received 2 responses, and then nothing. No confirmation, no money taken, and no sandals for this girl. Insert big sad face. Partly for lack of shoes, but even more so … lack of customer service.

So for now … trying to get back on the cliff and stay on it and start training for a half marathon (yes it’s now in print and official).



Observations: 2nd week getting unpoor

Shoes may be my arch nemesis. Heh, get it … arch.

Anywho … Stephen Bonanno Sandals turned 50 and in honor of this occasion  they had all of their sandals 50% off. I have never known this to happen. They put them on sale twice a year, but never 50% off. So, I had to justify that spending $60 now would provide good ROI since these sandals last forever. I ordered a black pair, so definitely something that I will wear over and over.

I had also allowed myself to buy a new pair of running shoes and that happened on Monday, Luckily, I scored 15% off thanks to my Hubby and his running class. Love my Brooks and I definitely needed a pair since my old ones had 400+ miles on them.

Lunches … 5/5: 4/4 packing and I worked from home on Friday, so I also ate at home.

Savings … I managed to put money into savings and also into M&L’s college funds.

HSA … this is the first time I have used my company’s health saving’s account … it is wonderful! Two prescription refills and it feels free! 

Dependent Savings Account … we are trying hard to not touch this money that we put aside. I know this is going to be a struggle, but it will be amazing if we can have $5,000 saved by the end of the year and get a break on our taxes. We shall see. The operative word is TRY.

Target … I did have a slip up. All necessities, but a cinnamon/clove candle did fall into my basket. I call it winter blues defense. There is something about lighting a yummy smelling candle and feeling cozy. Maddy and Libby love to light it for dinner. We are so elegant when we eat our pizza on plastic plates sans utensils, but with candlelight. Sigh.

No one to blame but myself

So, I ran a marathon 3 months ago.

I ran a half-marathon less than 2 months ago.

I ran 6 miles yesterday and felt like I had never run in my life.


I have hit that point where I’m:

a) not running 30+ miles a week

b) not wanting to get out of bed when it’s dark and cold

c) in hibernation mode

So that means I MAY be averaging 3-6 miles a week and that is a good week. I’ve been pretty consistent making it to 1-2 classes of Bikram yoga a week, and 1 spin class a week.

Needless to say, I feel better when I am exercising consistently and need to get over myself in the mornings and hit the gym. As much as I loathe the treadmill, it’s definitely better than cold and dark morning runs … especially when I don’t have to, but I know for my sanity and overall fitness I level, I have to.

I don’t like being the slow kid huffing and puffing in the back.