Welcome Wednesday

6.30am Mornings at our house is quite eventless. We eat, watch the news and sit quiet. I heat or cook something for the lunch bags, pack them up and drink a lot of coffee. The kids eat, they all eat good breakfasts. And I don’t even have to nag. They all make their own breakfasts and they all eat different things. Brjann glides down the stairs after a while and reads emails, taking care of the first 30 minutes of work before work. After eating, all three kids crawl up in different corners of the sofas with a blanket and close their eyes listening to the news. I usually try to make conversation and asks about homework and what’s going to happen during the day and I usually get a long look or a –seriously, why do you think I stayed up until 12… to not finish my homework. So, we watch the news and try to keep the conversation to the minimum.

7.25am I get my third cup of coffee, Brjann opens his computer. All three kids jump up and runs up the stairs. Is it 7.25 already! We hear that they are all moving around upstairs, changing clothes, straightening hair, brushing teeth, changing clothes… And actually talking to each other.

7.37am Three backpacks, three gym bags, three lunch bags, three water bottles, three netbooks, three phones, one guitar, one racket, kneepads, shoes… needs to be located. Even if everything was packed or at least in the right area of the house 10 minutes ago we are now missing at least 1 pair of spandex, 1 jersey, 3 phones and 2 pairs of kneepads. And shoot, away game… need more snacks, more clothes, more… And purple game jersey, no, it’s a white day. And in 30 seconds the house is turned upside down and the whole world depends on those special pair of spandex that is still in the washing machine.  

Taking deep breaths and remembering the struggles 10 years ago. Three kids, three different schools/preschools, two working parents, very cold winters, -4F/-20C, clothes, lots of clothes, skates, helmets, three kids on one bike, ice, snow…

7.38am Why can I still see netbook cords on the floor? Who forgot something? And yes, you need a water bottle. Not drinking for 9 hours will not be an option.

7.39am Two parents in a car each and often two kids but where is the third… Changing clothes? Looking for the perfect pair of boots to the perfect yoga pant? Looking for a phone?…?

7.40am We are all in the car and rolling out from the driveway.

Traffic! Where is everybody going?

Some days I drop off at both schools but it depends on Brjann’s work schedule. If he is home we usually get one school each. If I drop at both schools it’s about 40 min in the car on a good day. I dropped off at high school today, really close, maybe 3 miles away, 112 red lights, 15 left turns and most of the day’s traffic.

7.50ish am If you want some excitement in your life, drive to a school 10 minutes before the bell rings. Parents are stressed, kids are stressed and the cars can’t move fast enough. Drop off lines fills up fast, a few drivers apparently missed drivers ed and somehow you always have the sun in your eyes. It’s an ant farm. I drive up, stop the car and say something perky. Can’t help myself, cute and very uncool words pop out. –Mom, turn down the music. Everybody doesn’t have to hear that you’re listening to Justin Timberlake and JAY-Z. Empty Perrier bottles falls out as they open the doors. Embarrassing! And I take a last look at the two high schoolers walking up to the doors, disappearing in. Lovely kids! I don’t know why it chokes me up. I get the same feeling every day, when did this growing up thing happen? And the day goes on. 

Random thoughts…

…on Friday in October, Cinnamon Bun Day. Yes, the cinnamon bun has its own day in Sweden. October 4th! Same day as national vodka day and teacher day. I’ll skip the vodka but will drink to all other teachers later tonight.

How many cinnamon buns per day will be too many? A day like this doesn’t count but on a regular day? At least 2. Förmiddagskaffe and eftermiddagskaffe.

Overheard two people beside the barbequed chicken at Safeway earlier today. “I’m not fat, not by South Carolina standards. I’m just fat here in Washington. When I go home to my parents I look very thin and bony. It’s pretty much the only reason I visit my parents.” Yeah, right. By European standards I am enormous at the moment. Maybe it’s because of the cinnamon buns? And yes I was eavesdropping, it was the funniest conversation I’ve heard in a long time.

Sun is shining but it’s really cold. I finally get to wear a hat when I run! I went to the gym the other day to swim. When I walked into the shower area I saw a woman spend a lot of time getting her hair done. It was hairdryer, straightener and multiple bottles involved. I showered and got dressed and then when I walked out to get my car I saw her run outside. I think I have something to learn here. Getting ready before a run. That’s probably my ugliest moment. I really recommend a hat! Saves you about an hour or two a day! If it gets really cold you can keep the hat on all day.

I wrote about running the other day. Yeah, I know, every day. But I was talking about when you can call yourself a runner. I know now… When you have more laundry than you can take care of. I usually have loads that are mine every day and now… almost nothing. Bad sign.

I ran to my favorite hill today and found big signs that my little hill was closed. A lot of trees were gone and there were some kind of green stuff on the ground. I wonder what’s happening to my perfect hill. I don’t like when things change. But it’s probably good that something is happening. I’ve met a lot of strange people there lately, one guy that likes to show off his… violin and a homeless guy that I’ve given my granolabars and powerberries on longruns. They are both gone now. But there were a few guys with hardhats there today calling me little lady and telling me that the area was closed when I tried to sneak by.  Little lady?? I had my coolest sunglases on! Little lady!

We have an other home game tonight. We don’t have to worry about what to do 2-3 nights per week. Our social life is shrinking to the minimum.

From me to you, tight pants w Jimmy F

100 miles

I went to Barnes and Nobles the other day. Big thing since we have five Kindles in the family and never buy real books anymore. Sad. I love bookstores. If I am walking in to get one book I usually walk out with seven. Love, love books. One of the best parts with summer is bookstores in Sweden. I usually go thru 15 books during a month in Sweden. And bring the same amount back home. Caroline and I went to B&N the other day to find a good biography for school and came home with five new books. She got two biography’s since she couldn’t make up her mind, Roald Dahl or Gene Wilder?? All those difficult decisions in life. I’m almost finished with Dean Karnazes book Ultramarathon man: Confessions of a all-night runner. I read his blog every now and then on runnersworld.com. Interesting guy. Lesson learned, why not run a 100-miler, sounds like a lot of…fun…blisters… But he sure has a way of getting your mind spinning. Last night when reading the chapter of his last 10 miles of his first 100 mile race I somehow felt jealous and had the feeling of…yeah, why not? This is the sh**. Running in crazy heat, feeling nothing but pain and really get to know yourself. That must be the meaning of life, right? But then I woke up this morning and saw the book and turned around and slept until 6.30 and felt really fortuned to stay in bed. Can you imagine running 100 miles?

I am happy to say that I ran today. 5 very slow miles in Bridal Trails. Stepping over a lot of trees that fell over in the storm the other day. And it was a lot of mud, nice wet mud. It looks like fall is here. My tail is getting better and I am pretty sure I can run long, very long, very soon. 

The fleshy part of the ribs

It doesn’t look better than flu season is here, very early this year. One kid after another have spent a few days in bed (or in front of the TV) with a sore throat and with a wheezing sound in their chest. They have complained a lot about body aches and back pain. And it looks like number 3 will be at home tomorrow after an evening of sneezing and coughing. I usually try to sneak out and get some fresh air and shake the bacteria’s out from my body. I haven’t been out much in the past two weeks. My tailbone gets angry when I run so I have been spending more time in the pool.

I am terrified that I will get the bug. I can’t stand being sick, I get mancolds. Let me tell you, sneezing and coughing when you have a broken tail is not very comfortable. I have done a lot the past few days to try scare those little bugs away. Extra vitamins, less coffee and more tea, Zink, Magnesium, lots of food, alcohol (can’t hurt and makes sitting less painful), sleep, Echinacea capsules (looks very strange, not sure they are legal), strength training and music. I’ve been listening to Royals at least a 100 times, very loud. Brilliant!

I even bought tea that are supposed to heal and comfort sore throats. It smells like rabbit pee and tastes like something that comes from under the lawn mower. Or maybe like a really weird scented candle. Very earthy, green, herby and organic. Disgusting. Nothing I will keep up with. My car smells like cinnamon and freshly cut grass. And old workout clothes and kneepads as usual. And when I woke up today my body was aching, my shoulders felt stiff and my hamstrings have been bad for weeks and they were still there screaming when I walked down the stairs. The worst spot is the part in between my ribs that hurts, really, really bad, whatever that part can be called, the fleshy part of the ribs. I went to the pool and suffered 45 minutes with very sore arms and shoulders. I thought if I will get sick I might as well get a good workout in before it happens. I started out the day feeling really sorry for myself, thought the flu bug had landed. But no, it’s called TRX. I took a class yesterday and I took it really easy since I have broken body parts. I rolled around like a snake on the mat trying to get my feet in the holes without sitting on my very sore butt. Not pretty! I really admire those ladies at the club that roll around gracefully and walk out an hour later without breaking a sweat and make up still on the right places. Well, not really admire but I really wonder how they do it.  Sometimes their lips are red and glittery too. If I happen to wear make up I usually look like a panda after 5 minutes. I wonder how bad my fleshy part of my ribs would have felt if I didn’t take it easy. I’ll just have to try again tomorrow. Meanwhile I better drink some more rabbit pee just in case and listen to another song.

And let’s try this one to scare the bug away.

Cheesecake obsession

The battle of the cheesecake. 4 days, 7 pieces of cheesecake. I made a cheesecake for a dessert Saturday night. All 8 of us ate big pieces from it but I still have a large piece left in the fridge. Evil cake that does not want to disappear.

I am not really a cheesecake fan. It’s very dense cake, noting sophisticated about it. It’s not very pretty either, not like a nice princess or a strawberry cake. It’s not every day you change your mind about important things in life. Well, 7 pieces in 4 days must mean that my mind is all jumbled and confused. And I just want the cake to disappear, vanish since I obviously can’t stay away from it. And it gets better every day…

Crust:

350g McVitie’s Digestives

175g butter

Filling:

650g Philadelphia

3 dl crème fraiche

1 dl sugar

3 tsk vanillasugar

3 eggs

1 dl heavy whipping cream

200g nice melted white chocolate

Sprinkle 1-2 dl frozen wild blueberries on top

When can you call yourself a runner?

How many times how you heard the question, so you’re a runner? I usually hesitate and answer kind of. I don’t really know why I don’t just say yes. A runner is a fast and serious person, very fast and very serious about every step. Right? When can you call yourself a runner? After the first step you take, after your first 5k run, after your first race… How many marathons does it take? Do you even have to run a race? Does it have to do with capacity or discipline?

The past weeks I’ve been bumping into blogs and articles about when is it ok to call yourself a runner. Some people say that you have to be fast and actually accomplish something, other says that as long as you get outside the door you can call yourself a runner. Do you have to run 5k in 20 minutes? Run a marathon in less time than it takes to walk to the neighborhood pizza place? Or is it ok to run slow? Does it have to do with how much you sweat or how tired you get? Can you call yourself a runner if you only run on treadmills and never outside? Is speed a factor? Or your looks? Do you have to look like a runner? And how does a runner look? I am not sure! I guess they come in all shapes.

A runner is a person who runs. And like it. Not always but most of the miles.

A runner runs, in all kinds of weather. You don’t stay in watching tv just because the weather looks bad. You don’t quit and go home because it’s raining. It doesn’t matter if you run 4 miles or 40 miles per week, you run. It doesn’t matter how fast or slow you run (but if it is too slow it’s actually a walk). If you work, get your heart rate up and and wear a pair of running shoes then you’re a runner.

We all have different reasons why we run. Some run because their doctor said it’s good for the cholesterol, some people run to look awesome naked, to be able to eat more, some run to clear their thoughts, to be alone, to be good role model for their kids, to feel good, to get faster, to loose weight. We all have our reasons. I wish I could say that I had a really good reason why I feel like it is so necessary to lace my shoes and head out. I wish I could say that I really feel like I want to run superfast and get skinny, to be an awesome mom. I don’t have a good reason. I just like running and it makes me feel so darn good.

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Get a pair of shoes and head out… and stay away from the treadmill!

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And choose your distance for the day.

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Thank you

It’s not really a secret that I happen to go to the gym more or less every day. I usually pack my bag the night before and take off after I’ve dropped off the kids at different schools. If I have to work or do something else I usually try to get in at 5am, before I get the kids up. If I have company I rather run outside in the dark, it’s a great way to start your day. Watch the sun wake up and hear birds and rabbits move in the dark when you pass on the trail and every once in a while you get to greet a deer or a coyote. Extraordinary!

I am pretty good at planning my days around running and classes at the gym. If I don’t have time to run/bike/take a class/swim it is a very bad and not very happy day. When things get routine you tend to forget important things, you don’t notice what is happening around you and you take things for granted. I will try to get better at thanking people around me that makes my day easier and happier. 

The lifeguards at the pool. Always watching out for you, always with a smile, always a nice word. I love the way they talk to the kids around them.

The front desk people, always nice and smiling. And always a nice word.

The ladies in the locker room. I am amazed, the locker room is a never ending story. I am amazed how people can just drop their towels and seriously mess things up. There are people there all the time, they never get a break. And you never see them stand still, they constantly move, clean, help…

There is a very nice guy that always vacuums the stairs that leads from the pool and up two floors. I don’t know how many times he has told me to have a wonderful day. He makes my day every time. He is one in a million.

And of course everybody else… Thank you.

Something totally different. Two days in a row, I laughed so hard that I started to cry. Really laughed and really cried. Isn’t it great to laugh, it makes the rest of the day so much brighter. The funny thing is when you try to describe why you laugh it sounds really lame. And as soon as you do something your kids are there with their phones. So, from me to you… this is how Caroline and I look when we kind of laugh/cry when having lunch.

Swimming on the right side

A new week. Monday night started with a home game and one of my players stayed home sick. The other player got home after 9.30, ate dinner and started homework. Rumors tells me she went to bed 1.15. And from the look she gave me when I woke her up at 6.30 it could been later than 1.15. Great start of the week. Our weekend passed quick. A nice dinner with friends, lots of sleep, golf for some and work Sunday. The slowest weekend in a long time. I am still walking around feeling “post race trauma”, have an emptiness growing and feel like I have no clue what’s going to happen. The “back” fracture kind of made it worse since I can’t run for a while. And it gives me a strange feeling, maybe I will forget how to run? What if my legs won’t work when I try to run in a couple of weeks? Dealing with injuries is not my strongest side. I get angry and feel depressed, I need my daily running/sweating fix. I know, ridiculous. I was so looking forward to a fall of biking and it feels like someone stole something from me. And I don’t have anybody to blame but myself.  

Got a good 1,5 hours of swimming and strength in today and it feels like I am getting back on track. But swimming, still not convinced. It’s just…wet and troublesome. I had my favorite right lane all by myself today until I collided head to head against a not very nice woman. She just got into the water and started swimming in my lane without making any kind of sign to me that she was there. I don’t swim with my head up, I look down at the bottom of the pool when I swim and occasionally my mind disappears away. After our collision we made it very clear that I will be swimming on the left side of the lane and she would swim on the right. I took off and bang. One more collision. She insisted on swimming right over the midline, the wide blue line. Really! I had about 400 yards left so I kept swimming on my side but started some serious sighting and managed to stay away from her for the rest of the time. What’s up with some people? And I was there first!  

School night

Day 2 of curriculum nights. I really enjoy curriculum nights. Not only because you get to meet other parents but because I get to sit and listen to other teachers. I love teachers. It is interesting and I still get surprised and actually blank in my head when it comes to questions. How can people think so differently. We read the same literature and have the same intentions, to educate kids and get them ready for life and everything that involves growing up. And I realize that after 6 great years in excellent schools and with amazing teachers I still feel very Swedish. And it is not all about the language, I know English will always be my second language. It is the way we think, the way we treat children, the way we act and the way we talk. I am not saying that one country does it better than the other, it is just different, totally different. Even if I love our schools here I will never agree about the homework load our kids get. It is in my opinion completely unnecessary. As a teacher I really avoid homework but there are always parents that asks for it, strange. Why? If we want kids to learn and develop a healthy lifestyle let them be kids and let them have time to enjoy life a little bit more. 3-4 hours of homework after 7-8 hours in school (with no breaks and no time outside) is crazy. No wonder everybody has to eat Vitamin D here. I don’t think kids learn from huge amounts of homework, it comes to a point when it get to much and it’s does the opposite. School becomes negative and they focus on the stress and the fact that they don’t have enough time to finish every night. Check out the high school kids at our volleyball games, they don’t have time to watch their friends play because they are trying to squeeze in a couple of extra hours of homework when they are not playing so they don’t have to stay up after midnight. That’s how you create stressed and overworked kids and teenagers. Add on bad eating habits and not enough sleep. And don’t get me started on PE. I love PE, my kids loves PE but there sure are ways to kill the joy of moving and running. Get a stopwatch and ask kids to run a mile fast and they hate running. And grade their throws and kicks, jumps and shots and they will feel like they’re never good enough. Hopefully not for the rest of their life. And why are some sports worth so much more than others, how can you grade sports? And why do we think some sports are cooler than others? We just want our kids to move and enjoy working out. Simple.        

Day 18 of no family dinners. It’s easy, high school sports = no time to eat dinner. 3 out of 5 are taking high school sports and 1 out of 5 takes middle school sports this year that means that 1 person get to do everything else that has to happen around the house every night (without sitting down). If it’s not a game night that has been happening 3 out of 5 nights, then the whole family gets involved and usually gets home around…extremely late for a child. We are on a crazy schedule and somehow I have forgot that I need to get groceries to cook dinner five days in a row. Went to the store twice today since it seems like I lost the ability to think and write notes. Who needs to eat anyway. Well, everybody gets hungry all the time and every time I am around the only question I get is what’s for dinner? The kids cooked tonight and I went to curriculum night, again. Win-win! 

Endurance

How do you sit down when you’re not supposed to sit? Beats me. I am sitting. I kind of forget that I am not supposed to sit. I broke my tailbone Friday. I thought I was ready to conquer the scary trail, got my skis on and went to Sammamish River Trail (Marymoor felt kind of flat and boring the third time.) I was ready for the trail but not ready to share it with others. A nice but unleashed dog was happy to see me and I took a step to the side and hit the gravel. Roller skis don’t go well with gravel so I slowed down, in less than a second and fell on my coccyx. That is a cooler name for tailbone. The bone I broke into little pieces. After scooting around over the weekend I went to my doctor yesterday. I needed to hear that those things happen and it’s ok to run with a little pain around your buttocks. Today running feels impossible so I went to the pool and used my arms. Not my favorite thing to do. And apparently little bits and pieces can move around so I need to stop moving and not sit down.

This honestly sucks. I have had my fair share of injuries the past years and felt pretty done with broken bones and torn ligaments for the moment. This ridiculous piece of bone is totally useless. And so am I. No running or biking but lucky me, I can squat a little. And I have been going on and on about endurance and overcoming psychological challenges. Back to square one. The biggest challenge will be to heal a tiny useless, tail like bone. I usually think “clear your mind and the rest will follow”. My mind is so done with this and it’s on its way to a mountain top but my butt seem to be stuck at physical therapy. A different kind of endurance…