Still consistently completing at least one intentional movement session/workout per day. Even some regular 3-per-days! Looks like those midweek dual sessions are a standard occurrence which tells me my workload on those days isn’t as heavy as some others. Or…by the middle of the week, I’m in desperate need for me time. Bingo.
While I was in San Antonio, battling the heat and humidity, Garmin proudly proclaimed my heat acclimatization. It is absolutely wrong but I appreciate the encouragement.
Most days my hair started out contained, even mildly on point. By the end of the day, the alpaca look reigned supreme. I forget the humidity differences between north and central Texas. Glad we’re in May so it can really ramp up.
I didn’t get in a run on the first day of the month, or even the second, but I’m back in a routine. I’ll report back soon! Be very afraid.
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I ask you –
How was your April?
(The post April Recap first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)
Truly, I believe everyone has those showstopper moments. Those moments in life so powerful they could bring you to your knees, and they run the gamut of emotions. Joy, pain, sorrow, grief. The list is endless.
Aunt Mary Catherine is my showstopper. I’m sure I could name other people or experiences with similar ease yet she was my first. And dare I say best.
These photos mean everything to me. “If pictures were possessions, these would be my most coveted.” I never want to forget the feel of her hand in mine. I never want to forget her smile. I never want to forget the recognition in her eyes despite the inability to verbalize my name. The feel of her lips against my hand as she kissed it countless times, the feel of her soft cheeks against my own lips, the numerous I love you’s back and forth. The love I have for her nearly brings me to tears. But all I could do was smile.
As her voice now fades to a whisper, I promise her to sing with my whole heart, the beautiful, showstopping baritone voice she has but only a memory in my mind. Yet, when I sing, I lift my voice as strongly as hers.
Although some of her sentences were the ramblings of years of thoughts and memories which have become tumbled onto endless paths, her eyes are still so alive with important things to share, observations of an intelligent woman who still desires to serve others.
And her sense of humor is off the charts. She offered to get up from her wheelchair to let me “use the car”. She also said “I reckon we could leave but they might catch us”. Fortunately for the women in my family, and unfortunately for the men, we tend to outlive our counterparts, spouses, and anybody with testosterone.
But if you ask me about the most profound thing she said, I’d tell you this: “I’m waiting on my husband to come get me. He says I’m not done here yet.” Selfishly, I want her here 99 more years. As impossible as it is, every moment with her is a blessing and she is the true heart of love I envisioned when naming mini. My showstoppers.
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I ask you –
Who is your showstopper?
Who is the oldest living person in your family?
(The post 99 Years Young first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)
Turns out I’m allergic to patterned carpet. Dramatic much, Kel. Obviously I’m not allergic. More like averse to it. The patterns are optical and often symmetrical enough to prompt a very dizzying effect. Hotels, classrooms, and educational training sites often utilize this type of carpet which really causes issues with my brain. Or equilibrium. You know what else causes all the sneezing? Beautiful, resilient, blooms, like these flowers. How can something so gorgeous create so many issues?!
CMSgt Fabrienne Burnett
This incredible woman made a few last minute stops on her way to retirement and I was so humbled to be a part of her waypoint. You see, she just returned from deployment in a war-torn, volatile area. Sure, she’s done her fair share of deployments but the emotion I felt in her presence was stained with exhaustion, and dare I say, an undercurrent of hurt. The sheer fact that she took it upon herself to say goodbye rather than fading into R&R without a rear view speaks volumes of her commitment. CMSgt Burnett is one of a kind. I’ve seen some good ones, but she is a great one. And to say she will be missed is an understatement. At a recent commander’s call, our commander asked for a raise of hands to indicate who knew or had been impacted by Chief. Nearly the entire room had a hand raised. As I looked around at the faces of those with their hands up, it was apparent the impression she had made. People were smiling. And that’s what people did when they saw her in her office, out and about, in their spaces. They smiled. She cared. And she will be missed.
All this to say, the empathic part of me accepted her emotions. As the day went on, I kept coming back to those emotions, visible in her eyes and the long hug – needing connection, stability, and a listening ear. The next day, I had grand plans to run, to do things, to be productive. Instead, I couldn’t find the energy. I knew if I didn’t sit with the emotions, my mind and body would eventually force me to do so. When it hits, there’s no pause button, no “please schedule a time…”. So I sat. I rested. I felt. This is the resilience we often speak of. The acknowledgement to ourselves we are strong, even when weak.
Even as the flowers are beautiful, they are equally resilient. If only my nose was the same.
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I ask you –
Have you someone in your life who embodies the core of resiliency?
We celebrated 10 years! Instead of the traditional party, we made a quick trip to DFW to eat, shop, and generally create chaos. Success! With cash in hand, Mini made good choices and reckless choices, but her “loot” (as she calls it) was quite satisfying.
A fabulous brunch at The Brunch District in Addison. Truly a best kept secret. Mini’s Eggs Benedict stole the show. Once a girl who avoided anything considered spicy, she has opened her mind and taste buds to new things…and a taste for simple spicy.
We drank a lot of coffee. Of course. The Ninja Kids Adventure Park was also a hit.
And we shopped until we nearly dropped. Better than a party, in my opinion, and so much fun. The experience was worth the drive, the stormy weather, and the very late arrival home.
My sweet 10-yr-old is a happy, kind, beautiful, strong, young lady with an appreciation for fun and chaos. Her wide smile is shared with everyone. And her critical opinions are both humorous and fearsome. As some would say, she’s a hoot!
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I ask you –
Tell me your favorite birthday memory!
(The post Ten! first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)
In February, my goal was to complete an activity every single day. Whether it be even a simple walk, I wanted to purposefully prioritize daily movement. As it’s also the shortest month, I figured my chance of fulfillment was high. I was not wrong. And, now that I know I can do it, why not start a streak. To March we go!
Any opportunity to seek and find my favorite flowers is an opportunity well done. At the time of this post, the flowers will have continued to grow with more visible blooms and maybe my tulips will have bloomed, too. However, if we don’t get some rain soon there will be no flowers. I heard Texas Tulips was in full bloom the next few weeks…
I recognize we’re partly into March and I’m just now posting this recap. Whoopsies! It’s a short one today. Surprisingly, I’m running low on words. ‘Til next time!
Mini joined me for a rousing room of 3 other participants, complete with a broken thermostat and much running.
An attempt to tame my curls came in the form of these little dinglehoppers, otherwise known as French horns. Ahem, French pins. And a partridge in a pear tree. Or the garbage can, which is where one went after I broke it. It lasted only a few hours in my hair. RIP, French horn. Also, the tutorial exploited its ease of use. It was not.
I was honored to be selected as a judge for lodging’s gingerbread house competition! When I asked for a taste test, I almost lost my judging rights. Next time.
Another week of leave is on the horizon. Ahem, now. There will be no gingerbread house creation. Instead, upwards of 75 degrees is forecasted. I have no doubt the winter weather will come soon though. Merry Christmas Eve!
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I ask you –
Have you ever eaten a gingerbread house post-decoration?
For a long week, I was under the weather. Big thanks to Texas for its pseudo-winter/summer fluctuations. When in doubt, drink it out. Hmmmm doesn’t sound correct. Nothing a little rum can’t fix.
I attended a squadron Christmas Social, complete with a fashion show and giveaways. I won a candle! Despite my best preparation, including sitting as far away as possible from the dessert table, once the first cookie snuck past my lips, I was done. 7 cookies later…no judgment, please
Yogurt w/ homemade granola
To balance out the cookies, I gave up on pre-packaged granola. It was full of crap! And expensive! Now I make my own: almonds, pistachios, pecans/walnuts, and cinnamon. I eat it daily so I guess you could say it’s really good.
You know the 8.5×11 inch baking dishes? I made pan cookies, filling that baby side to side with delicious cookie dough, then baking it to perfection. In 7 days, I (nearly singlehandedly) ate the entire dish of cookies. The entire 8.5×11 inch pan. To my defense, I made them with gluten-free flour (for Parts) and fake sugar (for me). That knocks off about 5 calories.
I’ll get my life together. After I devour all the sweets in this house. Surely I’m helping someone else’s restraint. Surely?
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I ask you –
When was the last time you polished off some cookies?
(The post Get Cookin’first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)
The same week of the awards ceremony, we departed for our annual summer trip to South Padre Island!
I tried to host a staff meeting but only mini showed.
The food –
Finally, I must mention Chilo’s Cheesecakes. Chilo and his beautiful wife, Regina, are bakers. A few years ago, I tried one of his cheesecakes at a restaurant on the island. Someone mentioned you can find all his flavors at their storefront on Port Isabella. Alas, I got busy and never went. This time, I made it a point to stop. Terrible idea.
Six pieces of cheesecake and $50 later, I exited with goodies intact.
The photos aren’t great because I couldn’t wait to sample the cheesecakes. In no particular order, I purchased: Pistachio, Pina Colada, Cookies & Cream, Key Lime Pie, Key Lime Cheesecake, and Lemon Blueberry.
So now I’ll be dreaming of going back to Chilo’s for more cheesecake. Winning!
Final thought: entirely random Have I ever mentioned the time Parts called me and immediately asked me if I remembered the name of the coffee shop I like to go to near my alma mater and I excitedly replied Yes! I thought she was going to bring me coffee! Instead, she said she’d been in an accident and needed me to come. I felt really bad for my initial reaction. Definitely not winning sister award for that debacle.
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I ask you –
What are some of your latest wins?
(The post Winning first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)
The plan is to sort through the dozens of blog draft posts, partially-completed thoughts, and odds and ends within the messy spaces of my mind. Soon.
I’ll do a recap of my favorite races, runs, and generally well-thought-out fitness activities I’ve completed. Soon.
I’ll diligently apply for instructor/academic professor positions to gain a foothold within academia. Soon.Hey, I did this one! Upwards of 10 applications, but I guess whatever it takes.
On the hunt
I believe I’m suffering from an easily-cured but often recurring illness titled if-I-don’t-see-the-ocean-soon-I-might-not-make-it, commonly known as vacation-itis. It seems to hit around this time each year. It’s punctual. Fortunately, in keeping with my original plan to enjoy the first summer post-PhD, I scheduled numerous trips to combat the worst of the symptoms. In June, there was San Diego. Soon, there’s an actual girl’s trip to Gulf Shores. And, then, a week later, is the annual foray to South Padre Island. I have visited more bodies of water this summer than all previous summers combined. I don’t really know if this is true. I’ve spent time at pools, water parks, and large showers. And I’m not done yet!
There were a few days of moodiness, but I believe I’m on the mend. Especially when I consider how much summer fun is remaining!
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I ask you –
Do you suffer from vacation-itis?
(The post Vacation-itis first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)
I didn’t realize I really only spent 6 years of my life in the “white house”, the now dilapidated, overgrown photo in the bottom left corner (above). Just 6 years. Yet somehow those years, although formidable, encompass a vast amount of trauma, memories, and pieces of my life I spent a majority running from.
RoF has captured my time “back home”. Since it’s been several weeks now from the last time I visited, the picture (no pun intended) is much clearer in my mind. I love how family still lives near and have molded new lives of their own, with beautiful memories which add to my collection. Mini and I discuss my dad and other parts of the family; however, I’m hesitant to share too much as it’s not her burden to carry.
Fortunately, I believe I’m in a good place in life to acknowledge a memory then release it. The book awaits. As I haven’t tried writing in years, soon it will be time to proverbially pick up the pen again. As new memories dull the sharpness of unpleasant ones, I’m mindful not to wait too long.
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I ask you –
Have you started writing a book/novel/short story to be derailed for a lengthy amount of time?
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