Last night I was woken up at 3 am to loud claps of thunder and lightening. Really?? Am I really doomed to never ending late night wake ups? Lol! I went to work tired…but happy none the less.
But I was also a bit nervous. I had my mammogram scheduled for after work and these exams always make me nervous having lost my maternal Grandmother to Breast cancer.
Lol or not.
My results will be back in a week or so. Fingers crossed for a normal result. My dermatology appointment on Thursday will wrap up my plethora of annual exams and I’ll breath easy finally.
My motivation for all these exams? To be around as long as possible for my family. <3. Plain and simple.
I finished a nice walk while my youngest was at ballet and day two of Ab Ripper X. All I can say is OUCH.
Lol!
Ladies-are you good about keeping up with your annual exams? What’s your favorite core workout?
So wow…I haven’t blogged in a week. My goal of 2-3 times of posting per week was shot last week. And I’m totally ok with that.
Why?
Well, because I’ve realized I’ve spent far too much time engulfed in the virtual world that I lost site of what matters most. What’s that? Why family of course. MY family. ❤
So with that, I’ve spent more time reaching out, hanging out, and hugging my kids just a little tighter. Most nights we are wrapped up in blankets on the couch watching previous episodes of “Once upon a time” on Netflix…TOGETHER. And it wasn’t always this way. Before my daughter’s accident, more times than not we would all go our separate ways after dinner. But now, we nearly rush to spend our evenings together most nights.
My training is also back on track, and I managed to log 26 miles last week, which is a distance PB for 2015. I had my 15 miler on Saturday, and it mentally jarred me, briefly…I had forgotten how hard a long run can be, especially when your only distraction is YOU. No one to talk the miles away with, just you, and the road. My first few miles truly SUCKED. No pretty way around it, but I kept going. I’d stop to stretch every few miles, and at miles 6 and 11 I fueled with my Chia HUMA gels. Just when I wanted to quit, I looked back on my first marathon and how hard it was and how badly I wanted to quit. But I had my awesome sister with me, cheering me on every step and I could hear her voice in my head as I plugged along the middle of my run. Mile 11 I started to really fade as I had run out of Nuun and the temps were getting REALLY warm for how I was dressed. (It was 38 degrees when I started and finished up at a balmy 61 degrees). Then Andrea, Carolyn and my hubby shot me texts and suddenly the spring came back to my step and I took off. 15 miles? DONE. And with the help of 7 cardinals, 2 blue birds, and countless squirrels and chipmunks that cheered me on for 2 1/2 hours, LOL!
Mentally one of my toughest runs this year.
We booked our family vacation for the summer today, and I am SOOOOO excited. We are headed to Marco Island, Florida for 5 glorious days. We haven’t had a real vacation (we like our Chicago/Michigan staycations, though!) in 3 years, so this is long overdue.
So today I spent the afternoon meal prepping and making healthy snacks. (Gotta get beach body ready! lol) I made Kale chips (not sure how I feel about them, yet lol) and spicy chickpeas to keep handy. Here’s the chickpea recipe:
Spicy Chickpeas
Preheat oven to 400 degrees
Rinse and dry two large cans of chickpeas
Place the chickpeas in a large bowl, and add the following seasonings:
1 teaspoon Tumeric
1 teaspoon Garlic powder
1 teaspoon Cumin
1 teaspoon smoked Paprika
Kosher salt
Toss with 2 tablespoons of olive oil and place on a cookie sheet. Bake at 400 degrees for 1 hour and 20 minutes, tossing every 20 minutes. YUM!
YUM!
How was your week? Do you take regular vacations? What’s your favorite healthy snack? Have a great week, y’all!
Happy Easter, y’all! Although I am not one to go to a brick and mortar church very often, I do have a very strong faith and have always appreciated the meaning behind Easter. I pray you all had a wonderful Easter weekend.
Mine started out with a bang. Or a clunk more so…for the last several days I’ve heard/felt a grinding in my brakes. I took my Jeep to the shop after work on Friday only to find out I needed to replace my rear rotors and brakes. Ouch. Bye Bye pay check. Oh well, better safe than sorry right?
Saturday was long run day, and the day we’d celebrate Easter with my immediate family. I set my alarm and hit the trails with my friends for my 14 mile run. I felt little nags and aches but managed to finish this run rather strong after allowing myself a couple walk breaks and several breaks to stretch. My ITB continues to be a B@#%! but I won’t let it stop me. I will however foam roll daily moving forward.
I haven’t ran with these two in a while, so it was great to meet up with Melissa and Pat for some miles!Isn’t ALWAYS about having fun? I think so…overall pace of 10:38. Not bad!!!
After my run, I came home and made my traditional bacon and eggs. ALL TIME favorite post run food. Then I hopped in the shower and headed to my sister’s house. It felt so nice to be with everyone and I of course got emotional when we got there.
My J, and my niece! ❤My sis and Mom. Gorgeous right?! ❤
Today was a nice and quiet day at home. We got up early, hunted for eggs and cleaned the house. Not very Easterly I know, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do!
I made a yummy and easy Easter dinner of spiraled ham, mashed potatoes and amazing roasted parmesan carrots.
Roasted Parmesan carrots
Preheat oven to 375 degrees
Peel and slice 5 carrots into 1/4-1/2 inch discs.
Slice half a red onion
Mince two cloves of garlic
Grate 1/2 cup of parmesan cheese
Toss everything in a bowl with extra virgin olive oil, Italian seasoning, salt and pepper to taste
Place on a baking sheet that has been lined with foil and sprayed with non-stick cooking spray, in a single layer if possible.
Roast at 375 degrees for about 25-30 minutes
DELISH!
This week I have a doctor and dental appointment, ugh. Joys of aging, right? But, speaking of doctors, J is healing slowly but surely and we are hoping she can return to school in the next week or two. Thanks for the continued prayers.
How was your Easter? Did you have a long run this weekend? What’s your favorite veggie?
1. I’ve managed to start running again after missing a couple runs last week. My outdoor run on Tuesday was quickly kaboshed with drama at home, but I got a 5K done on the dreadmill regardless. I also learned that running while emotional/crying is NOT easy. Mad running is much more enjoyable because the anger melts away. Sadness? Well, it sticks around longer with me unfortunately. Wednesday was a new day, thankfully and I shared a gloriously sunny and windy 4 miler OUTSIDE after work with my hubby.
2. Remember me telling you that I was prescribed sleeping pills and that they worked? I lied. By Tuesday I felt completely medicine heady, and was not sleeping again. NOT sleeping WHILE taking sleeping pills isn’t a pretty site. Yesterday I was near tears I was so tired so I skipped my nightly dose and decided being tired was much better than feeling drugged AND tired. Someone pass me a caffeinated beverage….please.
pretty much…
3. I haven’t cooked ONCE this week. I haven’t felt like it, to be honest. Ack. I need to get back at it because I haven’t cataloged a recipe in weeks, and that’s bad.
Despite an off week, I am trying to keep a positive mantra. Spring is on it’s way, and temps are rising outside! YIPPEE!!
How’s your fitness this week? How many hours do you normally sleep each night? What’s your favorite mid week meal to prepare at home?
Well, it finally hit me. Exhaustion, sleep deprivation and mountains of emotional overload left me with nothing left in the tank this past weekend.
Normally I run through the pain, be it emotional or physical, but this weekend I hit a wall. My right foot was aching because I just HAD to wear those pretty shoes I bought at TJ Maxx a few weeks ago. They of course had no arch support, so I was left with a very tender right arch. Strike one.
Right?
I haven’t slept well, well…in several years. I finally bit the bullet and went to the doctor last week, and when I told him my normal nights’ sleep, he nearly gasped. He prescriped me some sleeping aids and I nearly hugged him. I couldn’t keep functioning on 1 hour of sleep at a time. So I took my first sleeping aid Friday night, and slept for NINE hours straight. It was glorious. I didn’t realize how tired I truly was, but the process was repeated Saturday night. YAY for sleep!!! So THIS is what people are talking about in regards to the saying “A good night sleep.” WOW. But with all that sleep, also came the realization how tired my body is. After grocery shopping on Sunday, I was beat. I’m not sure if it was the Chiberian winds that decided to kick up, the 20 degree real feel temerature drop from the afternoon before, or my aching foot-but stick a fork in me, I was DONE. So I skipped my long run, and took a nap on the couch instead. Strike 2. Sorry, just keeping it real here.
Sadly this was ME for a very long time!!!
I read so many blogs filled with PR’s and constant ‘good training weeks’ that I started to really question myself. Am I the only one who is really struggling some days/weeks with training for a marathon while balancing the rest of my life? Not that I’d wish anyone to struggle, quite the contrary in fact. I LOVE reading everyone’s success stories. But it has sparked a little bit of doubt in my confidence being so early in to my training and already finding myself so tired…Strike 3.
Wait. I’m not out…
After a quick slap to the noggin’ I reminded myself that a lot has been going on these last few months, and things will even out. I got this!
True story…
So here’s to a new week, with more miles and lots of laughter!
How do you deal with training hiccups? Have you ever missed a long run while training for a long distance race?
First off, I’d like to send a huge shout out to all of you that have reached out to us since the accident. This week J has been home healing, resting, and slowing getting back to her old self with the supervision of her amazing Dad, aka my hubby (I sadly had to return to work last week). She’s gone through several doctor appointments, testing, and observation and so far she seems to slowing be getting back to being her good ole snarky self. She snapped at her younger sister today, so I’d say that is a huge sign of healing LOL!
So when I titled this post, “She’s going to be ok” it’s not just for my daughter. Yup…I’m talking about myself too. Why? Well, because I can honestly say seeing your child go through something like this, is truly life changing. Heart stopping. Tonight as I dried her hair after her shower (forgive me but I will truly miss this once she’s back to 100%) we talked about life altering events, tough times, and things that made us stronger. “I’m a fighter, right Mom?” to which I smiled. “Yes, baby…you are. You come from a long line of fighters.” It felt good to share some of my hard times with her so that she could better understand my ‘tough’ side that comes out sometimes far too often. But she gets it now, and I can say that this accident has brought us a little (even maybe a lot) closer. It’s all about silver linings, right?
Obviously I didn’t get to run more than my long run last week, and in doing so I strained my ITB so I gave myself a few days break. I walked last night, and ran a 5K today on my dreadmill because me + 20 mph winds don’t jive. It feels good to be picking up where I left off, and it went a little like this….
Pain free, yay!
I also got the new Huma Chia gels I ordered for my longer runs. I’ve tried them twice during my long runs and have FINALLY found a fuel that doesn’t tear up my stomach. They are 100% natural, and gluten free for any of you fellow tummy issue long distance runners.
YAY!
Tomorrow I go to the doctor for my first check up since my retirement from the Air Force physical, in 2011. I’ve been to the doctor once in the last 4 years, and that was an urgent care clinic because I developed an ear infection from swimming in a pool. Those that know me know that I don’t go to the doc unless I am nearly dying, because more times that not I don’t need to, or I can heal myself. Needless to say, I am terrified. I work in a hospital, and I see far too much sickness. Well wishes appreciated!!!
With that, it’s time to wrap things up. I again appreciate all of your amazing thoughts and prayers.
What’s on your agenda this week? What is your fuel of choice for runs over 6 miles?
I’ll start this post with the fact that I was supposed to be on weekend duty at the hospital. Once every 5 weeks I am deemed in charge of the entire laboratory and it’s mind blowing and scary all at one time. BUT..my amazing peer and friend offered to take my duty knowing I should be home resting with my daughter, and not enduring unneeded stress. I couldn’t thank her enough, so left her a card and a Starbucks gift card on her desk for the weekend. Good friends truly rock.
We had a very quiet weekend filled with normal housework, laundry, and snuggles. I’ve learned a hard lesson that I’ve wasted far too much time stressing over cleaning and mundane chores. So it’s been glorious snuggling up with my girls to watch a show, or take an extra 20 minutes after my J’s shower to brush and dry her hair. No…I’m never too busy for that.
This morning I had 12 miles on deck and had planned to run the miles with my friend Debra. She texted me early at 7 am notifying me the stomach bug from hell was still in the house. Crap. I knew Janel was meeting me for a couple miles, but could I do 12 on my own? You’re darn right I can, and had the help from Melissa, Seth and Janel for the first couple miles, and my sister texting me at mile 10 that I better run faster so I could be DONE faster, LOL! It worked, I finished my last mile in 8:45 with an over all average pace of 10:06.
yeah. Did that.I have pretty cool friends.
I came home, made some bacon and eggs, and took a very long shower as I was frozen to the core. Despite the 30 degree temps, the wind-chill made it feel more like 17 degrees and I. WAS. COLD. After my shower I crawled in to J’s bed, and we watched Netflix for 30 minutes. It’s SOOOO good to see her on the mend, and able to do more ‘stuff’ each day.
Sunday Supper rolled around and I decided to make fish tacos with homemade guacamole and red cabbage slaw with a side of twice baked beans and roasted veggies.
Guacamole
3 avocados
2 cloves of garlic, minced
1 plum tomato, chopped
1/4 red onion, diced
juice of half a lime
Seasonings: kosher salt, pepper, cilantro, cayenne pepper to taste
Combine in a food processor-pulse until mixed well, but still chunky
Red Cabbage Slaw
3 cups of red cabbage, thinly sliced
1/4 red onion
juice of 1/2 lime
splash of vegetable oil/rice wine vinegar
Seasonings: salt, pepper, and cilantro
Twice baked beans
In a sauce pan add one can of red beans, one can of black beans that have been drained and rinsed
Add 1 clove of garlic, 1/4 cup of diced poblano peppers, and salt, pepper, and smoked paprika to taste. Heat until tender, and transfer to your food processor. Puree on high, then transfer to a baking dish. Top with shredded cheese and toppings of choice. Bake at 375 for 15 minutes or until cheese has melted.
The rest is pretty cut and dry. I roasted my carrots and red peppers for 25 minutes at 375 degrees and grilled my fish for the tacos. All in all? Delish, and healthy.
While on my run today I was reminded of so many things. Why I love to run, how thankful I am for the support my family has, and that we need to focus on those that lift us up, not those who tear us down. And for a moment, I felt myself nearly flying.
How was your week? Log any miles? Make any good food?
If you read my last post, you read of my daughter’s life threatening accident. This past week has been nothing short of a rollercoaster ride, filled with ups, downs, and more emotional strain than I think I have ever experienced. But in these last few days, I’ve also learned many lessons that I believe will help me be a better Mom, Wife, friend, and person in general.
Firstly, the old cliché that “Life is short” became very real to me this week. I had flashes of losing my daughter more times than I can count, and moving forward I will truly do my best to embrace EACH DAY. I won’t nag my youngest about housework when she wants to put on a fashion show, or worry about whether or not I’ve perfectly folded the tee-shirts and socks. I will spend MORE time living, and less time worrying about meaningless crap.
Doesn’t my dog look thrilled? LOL
Secondly, I was reminded how very important being kind is this week. Be it a phone call, a text message, A fruit basket in the hospital, a card in the mail or flowers for my daughter ALL these acts of kindness helped ease my stress. And in receiving such amazing support, I’ve been given the gentle reminder that support goes both ways. I’ve often let a busy life be an excuse for not reaching out…well, no more.
This.
Thirdly, the saying “Laughter is the best medicine” really IS true. J needed help in bathing again today, and as I helped her get dressed she smiled. Just an hour prior she was irritable and grumpy (expected side effects of the injury and medications she is on), so her smile was welcomed. I offered her my gel deodorant to use, so she took it gently and applied it under her arms. “It feels funny,” she said, and then started laughing. It was a gentle, quiet laugh to which she said, “I don’t even know why I’m laughing.” I just smiled with tears in my eyes. What music to my ears it was to hear her laugh.
Found this on Pinterest
Lastly, do what you love, and love what you do. Having been in the hospital for half the week, and the other half just plain exhausted I haven’t cooked or been running. So tonight my hubby and I tag teamed dinner. He was on grill duty, and I made some yummy sweet potato and red pepper mash. I don’t have an exact recipe, but here goes:
Boil the potatoes in water until fork tender. Reserve about a cup of the water. While the potatoes are boiling, sauté the garlic, peppers and crushed red pepper flakes for 5-7 minutes until tender. (I sauté in extra virgin olive oil over medium to high heat-drain grease)
Combine everything to include the seasonings in to a food processor, and add the reserved water little by little to ensure the taters don’t get runny.
YUM!
Tomorrow I’ll hit the trails running with my dear friend for a nice 13 mile run. There will more than likely be tears, laughter, more tears, and much needed release of stress. But my miles will be dedicated to my daughter, as she is the toughest little fighter I’ve ever met, and I am so blessed to have her in my life.
Thanks everyone, for your continued love, prayers, and support. We are movin’ forward!!!
Gosh, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. I wish I could say that life has just been busy and that my days have been filled with work, running and everything in between. But that would be a lie. I haven’t been running since last weekend. And I am in week 5 of marathon training! What? But just wait.
Monday morning I woke up like I do every Monday morning, and I went through my daily routine. Something felt off, but I shook it off and hit the road. My left contact was being snarky and I kept blinking and trying to get it to just chill out. Finally I just sighed, pulled over and took it out. It was blurred and irritating my eye and I wasn’t going to let it ruin my day. I drove on, listening to K-Love Christian music radio and found myself being compelled to pray for my family’s safety. I had no idea why, but when the pull comes from the big man upstairs, I follow His direction. Little did I know what would happen later that very same day…
The phone call came just 5 minutes after arriving home with S. We had our sandwich stuff spread out on the kitchen counter like a factory line knowing our time is short on Monday’s due to ballet practice being just an hour after we arrive home. My phone rang, and J’s name came across the screen. It was 5 minutes to 5 P.M. which is when she was due home. My heart jumped when a strangers voice came through the ear piece telling me that J was in an accident and that I needed to come quick. I grabbed S, and we flew out the door to the intersection where the accident took place.
We arrived at the scene just 5 minutes later, and as I sprinted hand in hand with S, I saw my baby laid out on a stretcher with a neck brace and I fell to my knees. The police men steadied me as I knelt next to her, trying my hardest to be calm yet finding myself shaking uncontrollably. She would be transported to the local hospital and as I started to run to my Jeep, Sgt. G. stopped me. “Ma’am, you are in no condition to drive. Let me take you and your youngest to the hospital.” I smiled through my tears, and thanked him profusely. This man was the first of many Angels I’d meet in the next couple of days.
As we flew down Randall Road, with the ambulance in sight just behind us I wrapped my arms around my youngest and prayed. “Please God, keep J safe, let her be ok, heal her please,” among many other rambled prayers kept repeating in my head. Please…I…I can’t lose this child who taught me to love life again. I can’t be without my first born…I can’t. As much as I complain about the struggles of being a Mom to a 15 year old girl, I would take it all back just for her to be OK. Please. PLEASE?!?
We arrived at the ER shortly, and as the officer handed me her back pack that had been cut off her so they could triage her I found myself without words. He went to shake my hand and wish me well, but I hugged him instead thanking him for all that he did for us. He seemed almost surprised, but promised me everything would be ok.
We had two more Angels greet us at the hospital. Nurse Melissa, and Nurse Leah. They tended to J’s every need, going out of their way to make sure she was comfortable for her entire stay, and during her CAT scan. And when the news was delivered to us that she had skull fractures and bleeding in her brain and that we’d need to be transferred to a higher level trauma center, they made sure that I was ok. I told my husband to take our youngest home to stay with friends, and he would meet us later at the new hospital. And these two Angels helped hold me up when I just wanted to curl up and cry. I will be forever grateful.
The next 48 hours were a bit of a blur. We got checked in to the new ER, had more CAT scans which showed no improvement so we were moved to the Pediatric ICU. We were met by more amazing nurses and medical staff that treated us as of we were the only patients in the hospital. I can’t say enough about the wonderful care we received. Tuesday we had a repeat scan that showed the swelling had gone down and the bleeding had stopped. We would continue to monitor for the morning, and were eventually moved to a regular room. In comes my next Angel.
It had been 2 days since I’d showered, slept, or felt even half human. I couldn’t cry anymore, and although my J was improving the fear that the tables could turn at any moment was (is) very real. My sister texted me several times asking what she could do, or if I needed anything. Then at around 10:30 she said forget it, she was on her way and not to argue. She walked in the door, hugged us all and sat with us for a couple hours. Seeing how tired I was she offered to drive me home so I could grab a quick nap and shower. Mind you, she drove an hour FURTHER away from her house to get me home, well, because she’s just that awesome. ❤
Tuesday night one of my co-workers came to visit for a bit, and it just reminded me of the amazing people I have in my life. Countless texts, prayers, phone calls and reminders that J was being lifted up by EVERYONE were pouring in faster than I could keep up with. She just HAD to be ok. The doctors and nurses came in several times to check on her, and by Wednesday morning it appeared our prayers had been answered. They hoped she would be ready to go home that afternoon. She just needed to be able to eat, walk around a bit, and use the restroom. And that she did…she even got a little snarky which was a GREAT sign!!
So here we are, home from one of the toughest few weeks of my life, and I am humbled and grateful. I haven’t gone more than a couple hours without crying both in tears of fear, and tears of gratitude for God’s graces. I’ve counted, and recounted my blessings, and I have thanked everyone involved this week as many times as possible.
Looking back at the start of my week, I am moved by the fact that my vision was physically blurred and that I felt compelled to pray. And as I helped my 15 year old bathe tonight (for the first time in MANY years) I was moved to tears as she said quietly, “Thank you, Mommy,” after I helped her dress. “Will you brush and dry my hair,” she asked? I asked if drying her hair would bother her to which she said she’d let me know. And it didn’t thankfully…So I gently brushed her hair, dried it on the lowest setting, and ran my fingers through her hair. I turned the dryer off while her hair was still damp to which she said, “A little longer, please?” I smiled through my tears, thanked God yet again for his healing and protection to my amazing little girl, for my amazing family and friends, and for the Angels that abounded through this tragic event.
Our road isn’t cleared yet, as we have follow up with Neurology, Ophthalmology, and Pediatrics to make sure she’s healing and progressing. But at this moment, my vision has never been more clear. My baby is going to be OK. God truly does work miracles!!!!
Overall week 4 of training went off without a hitch. Despite little sleep, I managed to get in my weekday runs, strength training, and even a shake out walk today. I also finished my week off with a couple hours of yard work, which included glimpses of spring!
Green little sproutlings made me SOOOO excited today!
But back it up a little…sorry, I am getting ahead of myself-LOL! Yesterday was my scheduled long run, and I had 11 miles on deck. I hadn’t run long outside since November, and my nerves were pretty high. My friend D offered to meet up with me at 8 a.m. as she was starting at 7 a.m. and I could sleep in a little while she started out since she needed 18 miles.
Despite saying we would both wear our FVM jackets, the rest of the outfit was NOT planned, LOL!!
It worked out PERFECTLY. The sun was out, the temps were nearly perfect and I couldn’t have asked for a better morning. Despite being much faster than I am, D offered to slow it down so we could just run, chat, and leave it all on the trails for a couple hours. And that’s exactly what we did…we kept it a 10mm pace, which is my ‘sweet spot’ to run in where I am pushing myself yet can still glide along easily while holding a conversation.
My ITB is starting to feel the miles, so I did have to stop at stretch it out several times. A quick stretch though, was what seemed to do the trick and I tried to ensure we weren’t stopped for more than a minute each time. The run was amazing, but I am guessing this is greatly due to the company I was in. ❤
Since the hubby is working all weekend, I decided to take the girls to see the new Cinderella movie. I LOVED it. They did, too! I highly recommend seeing this film.
Always time for silliness!
Today was a busy day of Fox Valley Marathon planning and my fellow Co-Directors of Volunteers and I met up with the Race Directors for a an overview of the new online tools we will be using. Can’t wait!
I finished the day, as said previously, by working on my yard, raking, walking, pulling up dead stuff and yes…scooping a winter’s worth of dog poo. Gross is all I can say.
Tonight’s Sunday Supper was Red snapper that I pan fried, served with a broccoli slaw with pancetta along with a cauliflower and leek mash. Delish indeed!!!
Love our Sunday Suppers!
I’ve posted how I prepare Cauliflower mash previously here and just added a chopped leek to the mix. YUM!
Broccoli Slaw
One bag of pre-chopped broccoli slaw
2 teaspoons of Mayo with olive oil
A splash or two of rice wine vinegar
Kosher salt and pepper to taste
1 cup of pancetta that has been browned with garlic and chopped mushrooms (drain on a paper towel)
Mix well and let chill for an hour before serving
Red Snapper
Dry your fillets with a paper towel and season with kosher salt and freshly ground pepper. Heat a non stick pan with cooking spray and just a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil to medium/high heat. Cook skin side down first, add a pat of unsalted butter and flip about 4-5 minutes and brown the other side for just a minute or two until the fish is completely cooked. Finish with a light sprinkle of kosher salt.
As the weekend draws to a close, I am counting my blessings. I truly couldn’t and SHOULDN’T ever ask or want for more in my life, than what I have today.
Did you all get your long runs in? Were you able to get outside this weekend? What’s your favorite healthy meal?
Lol or not. 
Lol!
Movin' it with Michelle 