How Judy Blume Did Not Prepare Me

A book I regularly quote and recommend to anyone, especially young female readers, is “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret” by Judy Blume. Published in 1970, it was a staple in every library. The innocent hilarity and truth to real issues made this book a must read.

So imagine my delight when I read the following: (forgive the language)

As I finished a recent run, the humidity did nothing to alleviate my overheating issues. I sat in front of a fan to cool off while my face felt as if there were waves of heat rolling off my skin. I considered maybe heat stroke had prepared me for eventual perimenopause and my body was finally understanding what it meant to disperse heat. A girl can dream.

The posts may be short but the hot flashes are long.

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I ask you –

Have you read anything written by Judy Blume?

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Fitness Update + Midway Creatine Trial

I love watching young people walk into the fitness centers, load the bar with 180 lbs, then proceed to crank out 15 chest presses. I don’t really love this. I want to ask what was the warm up, did they stretch, are they hydrated? Me? It’s a full prehab, post-hab, rehab and I still get injured!

Wrapping up another Garmin training plan of the big 5 – squat, deadlift, chest presses, overhead press, and row. I’ve consistently lifted 3-5x/week since October and my body is stronger because of it. Sure, we all know we’re supposed to be doing it but yeah yeah yeah. Who has the time? The energy? Answer: no one! However, maintaining any kind of lifestyle requires a lot of dedication. I almost wrote sacrifice instead of dedication but I don’t believe it’s true – I’m not sacrificing anything, I’m no martyr. But dedication? I got this.

Although it’s not about the size or weight, I’ve been maintaining a size I was in high school (ohhhh about 23 years ago) and I weigh less now than I did then. Even with running and muscle mass! Lord knows I lived on Twix bars and chicken in high school so not only incredibly unhealthy but fraught with disordered-thinking. Today? I feel good.

Update on the creatine trial: by the time of this post, I’ll have indulged in daily creatine for 16 days so nearly half the month. First, placebo effect is real. Second, I haven’t witnessed any eye-opening changes. Glutes are the same, in case you wondered. Brain fog seems to have not changed, although I don’t know how I would feel or even know if it wasn’t there. I’ve tested myself a few times to see how long it takes me to remember the word I was trying to say in the moment and maybe it’s a shade faster since starting creatine? I’m still trying though!

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I ask you –

On average, how long should it take for a person to notice the effects of a supplement?

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Well, I’ll be

Palindrome post achievement from last Wednesday’s post.

18 mins per day – totals 1,000 minutes per year. If you want to excel at something or see measurable results, commit to 18 mins per day. Guitar lessons, dance practice, and millions of other ideas you may have for yourself could be realized in just 18 mins/day. Now, I sound like one of those commercials for abused puppies.

The AI experience is out of control. Every flyer looks the same. Social media is overrun with it. You know the button you’re supposed to click to indicate it was made with AI? Yeah, no one’s doing that. It actually sickens me. And don’t tell me marketing has no role in today’s world. We need them to clear out the AI clutter and broadcast original ideas. Soap box, anyone?

I have no context for the hilarity of the above photo. Pretty sure I was asking McK about something while she was trying to do math. Me? Looking for an adult. McK? Looking for snacks. We were both sleep-deprived.

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I ask you –

Have you ever seen a photo of yourself where you wondered what was going on in that moment?

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I see you!

A collection of observations –

It is hard to believe it took a massive installation-wide inspection for my job to not feel as if it was on fire. Seriously. I haven’t felt a peaceful moment at work since the first furlough. More accurately…since Jan 2025. This past week was 3 consecutive days of calm.

Referred to here as obligation overload, the trend in my workplace is to wait until the end of the week to load the schedule. For example, Thursdays are my busiest days. But why. I’d rather front load the entire week so I can deal with other things towards the end. I don’t believe this was thoroughly thought through.

Recently, I read an article regarding Gun Violence | Rockefeller Institute of Government https://www.rockinst.org/issue-areas/gun-violence/. I follow this Rockefeller site as it publishes information, data, and research related to immigration, which I’m deeply fascinated by. If you consider yourself as one who has an open mind and can read a research article with transparency and potential for usefulness, you, too, might find it interesting.

Finally, an observation meets obligation. The customary Change of Command ceremony, complete with pomp and circumstance. Meet my 6,000 closest friends. I ended up in the cheap seats, although there was a kind offer to sit on someone’s lap. Hallelujah for the dreary day because I brought my umbrella, just in case, old lady-style.

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I ask you –

What day of the week is your busiest day?

Have you ever brought an umbrella to a sunny outdoor event?

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On (a) Trial

(Due to a thunderstorm the night before, my internet is kaput so I’m finalizing this post from my phone. Good luck with readability.)

Self-prescribed trial participant here.

The perimenopausal symptom of brain fog is too much to bear. I have a doctorate and can’t formulate simple sentences. And when I struggle to recall a word? Instant rage.

So I decided to try creatine. Some rave about its benefits, others say it’s not worth it. I’ll be the judge of that. I purchased a powder to add to my daily electrolytes, and the tub says I’m guaranteed to experience a decrease in brain fog and an increase in muscle growth. Lofty goals. I don’t care about muscle performance, but I need serious assistance with brain performance.

The brand is Peach Perfect and it tastes exactly like pink lemonade. Taste 10/10

Now, apparently, peach perfect eludes to increasing the size of your peach, aka your butt. Par for the course, I didn’t understand the reference when I purchased it but after looking at the package, I realized. Again, I’m not looking for supermodel-worthy glutes. I desire a brain functioning on all cylinders.

I’ll give it the full 30 days and report back. Even if it is just the placebo effect, as long as my words return to normal, I might be a creatine convert.

The worst that could happen is I chose an unclean brand and am one drug test away from prison. There’s not much thinking in prison.

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I ask you –

Do you take creatine?

Thoughts? Comments?

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May Recap

I’m both thankful and surprised this month flew by. I thought it would never end.

From traversing over 2,000 miles in just a few days to executing 2 large-scale work events (only 1 of which I actively had anything to do with) to fighting to keep what little budget we have to completing my services course practicum a week before the deadline – May was a lot. May it only come around once a year.

Unfortunately, the day before Mother’s Day, I failed to log any type of workout session so my streak ended there. The goal had been to log an activity for 365 days. I guess 364 will do. That day was busy – we had a community event, followed by graduation photos, then some other stuff I can’t recall. The workout just didn’t happen.

courtesy of Strava

I’ve also been struggling with some hip/lower back pain. A lifelong injury. Although I prehab, rehab, stretch, modify, eat right, drink enough water, limit sugar, and do all the things – still it persists. But the show must go on.

Surely I’m missing a huge part of this recap but, again, I’m mostly thankful May is over. For me, June is the first indicator of summer – with pool days, sunscreen, vacation plans, books by the dozen, lazy mornings, and all the iced coffee I can drink. We’ll see how it shakes out.

P.S. Today is Global Running Day so you know where I’ll be.

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I ask you –

Highlights of your May – please share!

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Voice at the Table

It is very difficult to tell what someone is thinking if they don’t say a word. For a moment, imagine my frustration and wild thoughts when entering into a potentially volatile situation where everyone sits quietly.

I digress.

We have entered this lovely time of year in the military that we call change of command. Literally, the command (or leadership team) is changing. New people, new ideas, new focus, new complaints, new marks of ownership. Occasionally, we can’t wait for change of command because the current leadership has worn out their welcome. Equally, the 2-3 years have flown by with great success and you lose a good one. Although we’re happy for their next command, we experience a mental and emotional loss. And by we, I mean me.

Inside a squadron, often the loss feels more significant. I’m sure our leadership hopes to have imparted some wisdom and legacy on their followers.

Circling the plane.

At a different level, I saw leaders speaking for themselves rather than their teams. When placed at a big fancy table with decision-makers, those leaders lost focus on what mattered and pushed their agenda as if it would solve all the problems. I saw it time and again. And I saw it fail spectacularly. When it was my turn to say what I wanted, all I said was “I want a voice at the table”. Fortunately, I have never doubted my voice is heard.

So when I sit at the big fancy table with all the decision-makers, I speak up. Proudly. Confidently. And with one goal in mind – to ensure my team has a voice at the table.

Which leads me to the runway.

When you sit at the table, you best be prepared. You best have a plan. You best listen, read the room, absorb the information, and be ready to execute a plan. Fight for it. Fight for your activity, your team, your people.

I will never understand those that sit there expecting someone else to tell them their plan. The ones who have no idea what’s going on and fail to ask questions. Is my perspective wrong? Probably. But it doesn’t explain why I see this same scenario again and again.

Sitting at the table is powerful. It is humbling. It is a literal indication of someone else’s belief in your ability.

Photo by mustafa kaya on Pexels.com

Show them you have earned it.

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I ask you –

What do you expect from your leadership?

Tell me what it means to you to have a voice at the table.

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Loading…

Might as well put a disclaimer here because I already know.

Polarizing topic ahead.

For the better part of my adult life, and countless times in the military, I’ve been accused/subject to attention for/questioned (or whatever term you want to use) regarding unduly familiar relationships with others, both up and down the chain.

Honestly, I believe I just have the face of someone who can be trusted. Really, there’s no malicious intent. I have an invisible sign on my forehead stating “Please, tell me your life story”. I wish I was kidding. It happens so often it must be there, only visible to everyone else.

The reason I bring this up is not out of frustration or complaint or, even, excuse. It’s fascinating to me. I have very intimate relationships and knowledge of people I may only have had acquaintance-style encounters with. I know things. It often gets misconstrued to having formed very deep relationships with others (from an outsider’s perspective) yet I really do not have this depth. Yet I do. I believe it leads to jealousy and a lack of understanding in other relationships. I don’t know how to offer reassurance here, it’s just me. Must be that empath stuff again. Full disclosure: it is exhausting.

‘Tis my blog so I can be as transparent or as abstract as I wish. The fascination lies in knowing there are others out there with the same qualities and my research-focused brain wants to speak to them. I want to know how this happens…does it come from listening, from allowing others to speak freely, or from pointed questions? All of the above? Is it possible for others to cultivate these relationships with virtual strangers or is it proximity? I genuinely want to understand.

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I ask you –

Do you have strong relationships with acquaintances?

Is this a new idea to you?

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Global Influence

Interesting achievement, Word Press. Must be calculated by IP address. I wonder if I know anyone in those countries.

Random moment: Origins of the term “Tiger Team” – in case you were wondering, Tiger Team is a term popularized by NASA in the 60’s but originated by the military. Used to mean a group of experts, or those with specialized skills, I almost choke on my laughter because any time I’ve seen it used in the military, it was a ragtag bunch of whackadoos thrown together for some stupid task. It went about as well as expected.

The real topic of this post –

I’m often guilty of using the phrase “that’s not me”, typically in response to a stereotype or a general identifier. For example, for many years, when confirmed with the ability to obtain a PhD, I’d say “that’s not me”. Another example, stepping into the political realm, my response is “that’s not me”. However, the more I get to know me, the more I see me. A PhD was me, it’s always been me, but I was afraid of failure, afraid of starting, afraid of holding myself accountable to what my heart desired. The political stuff? Ugh, jury is still out.

Power and influence are found in certain individuals. Books tell us how to hone our power, leaders share examples of how they use their power, and we can watch television of power gone wrong. Big ugh.

There’s big power, sure. But what if power lies in a small tweak to our structure. A name change, if you will. Dr. Suddenly it’s a wide world, a new power, an upgraded influence, a calling which perhaps was always there, if not for the small whisper of “that’s not me”.

It is you, Kel. And it is time you start using it.

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I ask you –

Is there something in your life you want to achieve or feel a calling for but doubt your ability to accomplish?

Did you know the origin of Tiger Team?!

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More Commencement Shenanigans

The continuation of my previous post –

Iron Clad Coffee Roasters, Lynchburg, VA

Lynchburg, VA

Aroma House, Virginia

Night 1 dinner, courtesy of Publix

Please allow me to rave about this incredible restaurant in Salem, Virginia: Mac & Bob’s. It’s a local establishment with quite an interesting history. Our 3 dishes below were incredible. I hate that this place is in Virginia, or maybe I don’t?, because I would eat here weekly.

Calzone

Pizza

Chicken Alfredo

Unsurprisingly, mini can match me drink for a drink. Or coffee for a coffee rather. This girl enjoys it and pretty much knows what she likes. She did allow me to order for her once, and although I don’t think it was her favorite, she was gracious. Life is better with caffeine.

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I ask you –

How many states have you traveled to/through?

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