A broken phone

Woke up 2 minutes before the alarm went off, 5.59. Had a strange dream about eating pizza and choking. My one near death experience that happened last spring I think. I had lunch with a couple of friends and a piece of prosciutto pizza got stuck in my throat. It felt like 5 minutes passed but it was probably only 15 seconds. And then life continued. Had a sore throat for a few days, that’s all. And a light version happened this summer with a tiny piece of feta and a proper Heimlich was performed and I had sore ribs for two months. And now I had a dream about it, analyze that all you psychologists out there. Scary stuff. I am probably messed up for life.  Well, I turned off my alarm and slept for a few more hours. No running for me in the dark. I am saving that run for this afternoon and I will hopefully absorb some vitamin D and inhale some sunny air. And maybe I can bribe one of the kids to come along.

Do you know that it’s Christmas time? I know, I thought it was time for Thanksgiving soon but I must be wrong. We had a little emergency with one of our brand new phones yesterday and rushed in to Bellevue last night. We stopped at a red light and there it we had it… Christmas. Lights everywhere. I still get very confused this time of year. Pumpkins, scare crows and Christmas lights at the same time. We still have a couple of tomatoes outside that might turn red. I am waiting for the smell of glögg in the air, snow to cover the ground, cold, red noses. I guess we will have to hang at Costco to get the Christmas spirit. No really. Why not do one thing at the time? Let’s finish fall first. I am sure people will shop like crazy anyway, even if they have to wait a couple of weeks for Christmas music and lights. And that’s another thing. Shopping on Thanksgiving… you should be ashamed of yourselves.

One of my favorit Christmas tunes

But let’s back up a little, to the emergency with the phone. I dropped off at school at 8am and got a call from a phone number I didn’t recognize 10 minutes later. One of my kids borrowed a phone and called to say that she dropped her new phone and the screen broke into hundred pieces. Nothing like this happens, they are usually really careful with their stuff, never expect us to buy new things for them and they don’t use their phones for stupid things. But, she called and I heard that she almost cried. Her friends thought I would get angry and say that she had to save up to a new etc. My response ”shit happens, don’t worry about it”, yup you heard me right. Those exact words. And I felt happy that she called me. It’s a phone, that’s why you pay for insurance. Did she drop it on purpose? Of course not. I dropped my phone in the toilet a few months ago. Not fun and I really didn’t like spending that money to get a new one. But, focus on the important stuff. So you parents out there, do you get angry for a thing like this? A broken phone? I am just happy as long as we don’t break any bones or hearts. Focus on the important things in life.

 

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Eating habits

When you get the chance to live in different parts of the world, you also get the opportunity to learn more about people and their habits. I read a post the other day on a blog written by a Swede living abroad who wrote about her eating habits and how these have changed since she moved. Man tar seden dit man kommer. I am happy to say that we have kept our breakfast habits. Cinnamon buns and doughnuts still feel like afternoon “fika” to us.  

Food is an incredibly big part of our daily lives, not only as fuel but also as enjoyment. It is a great joy that brings people together and can give a lot of pleasure. It is relaxing to cook and eat. And I am aware that food and eating can be extremely negative and problematic for many. I enjoy cooking, not every day but when I have time and imagination. It is easy to get a bit stuck. But I am happy to see that the kids spontaneously bake and cook when they have time, without being asked. 

At our house it is extremely important that we as a family eat together. To grab something on the run, instead of sitting down eating dinner is nothing that is ok to do. Food also affects the level of stress in children. And as we all know, stress affects the whole body, even the brain. We usually eat late since the kids all have evening practices. But better late and together than all five on different times. 

You have a responsibility as an adult, kid’s watch you eat. If you set a good example and keep an open mind they notice that. If you are picky they get picky. And there is nothing that you fix in a day, it takes time. And I am by no means perfect, the opposite. But I like food and I actually think that I’ve managed to pass it on the kids. I am really proud of them making good choices and very rarely complaining about their food allergies.   

Eating together as a family, regardless how your family is composed, is so much more than just eating. The conversation and the behavior is as important. Think about it when you have small children. I have never been a supporter of separate children’s tables, and I know my kids don’t like that either. Or how about when you feed the kids and then set the table and eat when the kids are asleep. Not very good.
Many restaurants here have children’s menus which is great for your wallet. (It also usually occupy the kids a little bit before the food arrives.) What is negative with all these children’s menus are that the food they offer is often French fries, fried chicken tenders and pizza without toppings? No wonder that many kids are a little fussy when they are not used to be served real food.

One of my absolute favorite foods are Moules Marinière, mussels cooked in white wine, garlic, parsley and onion. I think I ate that one or two days per week when I lived in Brussels 20 years ago. With herbed fries and mayo. This Saturday we went to one of our favorite restaurants in Seattle and I hear one of my kids order this dish in French, eating the whole thing and smiling. Awesomeness!  

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Storm

Pitch black and cold. Rain and fall weather. I spent a big part of the night finishing a book that I started reading few days ago. (Me before you by Jojo Moyes) A sad story that I felt I had to finish before I switched off the lights. I wiped my tears and went to bed around 1.30. A nice, warm story but so sad. Heartbreaking.

My alarm went off around 5.30 and I considered ignoring it until I felt a punch in my left side. I usually wake up before the alarm, not today. I slowly walked towards the closet and got dressed. As always I got my clothes ready last night. One of my few good habits. Trying to find the right clothes early in the morning will usually end up in disaster. I would probably end up wearing a purple cocktail dress and trail shoes. My closet is extremely unorganized. Stuff disappears in there and it’s always crowded. It is overflowing with dry fit, polyester, race t-shirts and dresses. I even changed batteries in my good headlight last night. I could barely see a thing when I ran the other morning and I thought it was something wrong with my eyes.

It’s been a long week and it felt like I just fell asleep. I woke up a couple of times during the night because I heard the rain but remember thinking it will probably pass until the morning. I checked the news online had a cup of coffee and breakfast and drove to the first meeting spot. I also checked the weather but realized later that I must have missed the most important part. It said 90% chance of rain, it could be worse. I didn’t see anything about wind. Alone in a dark parking lot, no cars and no traffic. I packed up some extra clothes, a banana, and water and waited for my ride.

A familiar car shows up and we take off. It’s always a little bit quiet the first minutes, we are both tired I guess. I remember the first times we met, it feels like years ago. My friends’ dog always got a bit anxious when I got into the car. She is all quiet now, she looks up and blinks at me. We follow the road on the side of the lake and it is still dark. When we get closer to the mountain it feels like it gets even darker and it starts raining again.

The parking lot is dark and it always feels a bit uncomfortable or uneasy this early in the morning. It’s another car there and that person turns off its lights when we park. It is so dark we can see small squirrel eyes out there. We stay in the car for couple of minutes, waiting for our other friend. The lonely mountain is dark and covered with high trees that has been there for hundreds of years. Big pine trees, ferns, leaves, rocks, creeks and almost quiet animals. The only sign of humans is the warning signs. Black and white signs about bears and cougars. Comforting.

We snapped our headlights on and tiptoed away on narrow paths. A little up and down, mostly up. The super dog knew the way and stayed up front leading the way as usual. The trails were covered with yellow leaves hiding the rocks and roots. It was difficult to see today, the wet leaves covered up everything. Every step felt like a surprise and my ankles got a good work out from twisting around in the mud. My shoes were filled with water and mud after a few minutes. We run by very fresh animal droppings, large and steaming.

About 45 minutes into our run we heard something we thought were gunshots. We all looked around trying to figure out the direction of the sound. It happens quite often when we are out running early mornings that we hear shots far away and it always feels uncomfortable. I am happy I wore bright pink, very visible.

The wind picks up in just a few minutes. The trees makes noises and we hear cracks around us. And then suddenly, about 25 yards ahead of us a few trees start to fall. Big trees, crazy wind, dark sky and we all froze for two seconds. J screams for the dog that is right by the trees and the super dog stays by our side. I suddenly felt my heart beating so fast I could feel it in my ears. We started to look around, trees are moving and cracking everywhere. We decide to go for it, sprint back. I don’t think we have ever run this fast our eyes pointed up. We don’t trust the trees. We flew up and down the trail for 30 minutes. And we got to the car and listened again. We heard strange noises around us, a loud rumble from the mountains. And we started to talk. We always have our death talks when we run in the dark. We talk about horrible accidents, deaths and crazy things. So this is how it feels when the world ends, the Armageddon. And someone starts talking about earthquake insurance.

We almost made it back to my car in Redmond when a big branch fell from the sky and hit the car roof. And the heart jumps again. We look out over the lake and see double rainbows and the water looks yellow like a hurricane is about to hit.

I get into my car and drive home. After taking a shower, eating and napping I realize what is going on around us. The bridge is closed, there are trees down everywhere and lots of houses don’t have power. It is not the end of the word but a huge storm.

 

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Photos: Johanna Brekkan

The past, the present and the future

This is not going to be a post about my political beliefs. I am trying really hard to hide that when I post on this page. I used to be hot tempered. I felt a fire for right or wrong, what I thought was right or wrong. I still have that fire but I choose my battles. I wanted to change everything around me that I didn’t like, not just in my community but I really thought I could change the world.

Politics has been a really big part of our family. I remembered when I was a kid everyone always gathered around the evening news, it was always important to stay current. It was important to know what happened around us and the rest of the world. We always had discussions at home and at my grandparents’. My grandfather was a great man and a great politician, one of the good ones.

I remembered walking out of several lectures my first years of university, angry, my heart beating too fast. I wrote articles, I tried to make people understand that it was very important that teachers did not try to push their opinions and views and not allow students to think and form their own opinions. During my first round of university studies I took a master in human resources and that included a lot of sociology and economic history. Sociology can be very political. And I suffered through it. I heard myself every single day tell the teachers that I didn’t want their opinion, I wanted facts. Some of them wanted to take a step back in history and praised old Sweden. But I saw good things in the future and in change. I finished with a semester in Belgium and that was really different from Uppsala and that gave me a chance to see a new part of the world. It was the time when the European Union just formed and Europe saw big changes. It feels like a really long time ago.

I went back to school almost 10 years later for another master and realized that part of the world had stayed the same but I had not. Both interesting and disappointing.  I had three kids by then and the world kept moving outside my bubble. And it felt even more important to keep up with everything around us, I had brought life to this changing world.

I still believe it is very important to stay updated. And I believe that our kids should take part of everything happening around us, they are old enough to have their own opinions. We are passing on this world to them. I know my kids get kind of tired of my lectures. The past, the present and the future goes together, hand in hand. We can learn a lot about the future from our history. If I get started about 2nd WW or something else interesting they listen for a while before they roll their eyes and tell me to be quiet. It is so important to know your history and the school here doesn’t even cover 10% of everything. It is very focused on this part of the world and tend to think that US is the center of the world. I love this country, we really like living here but there are a lot of things happening outside this world. And here I am listening to the news every morning and feel unsatisfied. I always turn off the TV feeling that I am being tricked. Show me the rest!! We watch the news, we read newspapers… but it feels like I don’t get enough. I really care what is happening to everyone in Redmond, Everett and Tacoma but I care just as much about Syria, Japan and France. Show me the rest of the world!! I think it is important to hear about the rain and mudslides in Carnation but I still want to hear about the flooding in the Philippines.

I really hope that you do follow the news outside your country, regardless where you live.

Two different topics, both equally important.

The environment:

 

Women driving in Saudi Arabia:

Advice

How annoying isn’t to get advice you don’t want. Some people feel the urge to drown you with good sayings and advice you are forced to listen to. Everything from parenting, food and driving. I know, I do it too. I think I know so much better than some people, sometimes. And usually you give advice just because you mean well. When you watch a game you always know so much better than the coach and you always have some good advice for him. When you meet new parents… you really have to restrain yourself to be quiet. And all the advice you give your kids… it is really difficult to keep quiet and let them do the mistakes themselves.

Don’t listen to any advice I give, I am clearly not qualified to give advice, especially when it comes to training. But, as usual I’ve been thinking a lot. I somehow got a very stiff hip/back and that makes me go back in my training log and evaluate my behavior the last couple of weeks. When your body aches it is probably because you’ve done too much or not enough. (And I am not talking about the good ache, nice soreness.) I believe sitting causes just as much problems as overuse. So, what is my problem this time? Easy! I just got back into my old habits and plans and didn’t realize that I’ve been off for almost 6 weeks. I broke my tailbone and had a cold for a few weeks, my training decreased drastically. And when I got back to regular classes and runs I just jumped right into it. From 8 miles running one week to 35 the next. Nr 1 basic mistake. And my hip screams. I clearly didn’t listen to any advice I got.

Quality vs quantity, from high to low and back to high. Build up with quality before quantity. When think of it I guess intensity is what matters in all kinds of training. If you want to improve you need to train and you need to put a lot of power and high intensity into your training. But, if you go from 0 – 100 in a few weeks your body doesn’t adapt to the intensity, you don’t give it a chance to handle time and volume. Once you have a solid base than it is time for quality and once you have quality it is time for volume. It is like gambling, you take risks if you add on lots of time. You can win big but you can also loose it all. Make good choices every day.

But, enough random thoughts and ideas. Let me give you some real advice.

If you don’t enjoy what you are doing, don’t do it. Get another job, find a new hobby or start collecting stamps. Heard on the news this morning that most people don’t enjoy what they are doing. And of course I know that a lot of people are trapped and can’t change that because they need their paycheck every month. But, change one thing at the time, do more fun things. 

If you are scared or nervous turn the feeling around and act like you’re the boss. You are in control, act confident, like a pirate. Arrrrrrgg

Grow up, be a man/woman. Suck it up. We all have bad days. Move on. 

Slow down and dance a little. Enjoy life, don’t take everything so serious. Take a break.

Believe in yourself. If you have done the work, enjoy it. If you know you are well prepared, don’t sweat it. You know you can do it.

Therapy is expensive, bubble wrap is cheap.

“Telling a teenager the facts of life is like giving a fish a bath” Arnold H. Glasow. Choose your battles.

Go and find your smile. I think my smile is probably about 10 miles away, east of here. I plan to go and get it later today.

TGIF

It’s been a while since I actually wrote something. My time shrinks from hours to minutes to moments, and those short moments pass by so fast. You know, I actually do stuff. Other things than running. But wouldn’t it be awesome to be a full time runner. Running trails out in the wilderness, with no concern about time and day. Some people seem to think that this is my life, running trails and sidewalks on the eastside of Seattle. I only share some tidbits of the rest of my life, a few glimpses. I keep the rest to myself. I have a family that is awesome. Three teenaged daughters, a husband and a part time job as a principal and teacher. Before we moved here I identified myself as a full time teacher, assistant principal, and college teacher and of course mom. I really have to think twice before I label myself now. I am a European living in the US, feeling more and more at home but missing my family every day. Kind of an identity crisis but in a good way. A world member. Kind of cool actually. It is good to see yourself in a different perspective, learn new things and meet new people. And of course I have my bad days and good days, as all of us. I ran with a friend (thank you Monica) this morning. A nice 45 minutes run along the Sammamish river trail, damp weather but beautiful colors. Actually gorgeous colors and perfect fall weather. We talked about life and how different you see things. Our common understanding was that if you live with an attitude that positive things happen, that everyone actually wants well and that people are basically good, it will make your life better. Life is good. And it’s your responsibility to make it a good one. Your responsibility. You are in charge of our own life. Easy! Make it a good one.

I ran today and yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that too. When I think about it, I’ve been running every day this week. I’ve been trying to find the happy running moment, you know that feeling… Yeah I love running, it’s king of the world kind of feeling. It’s gone. But I know it’s usually around the corner and one day I’ll find it again, probably sitting on a rock looking up trying to see the blue sky in the forest or taking a break on the docks looking out over Lake Sammamish. After the tailbone break and a huge cold I kind of lost my ability to think positive thoughts. My body feels heavy and old, my steps are far from light. But life still has its interesting parts. I had a really fun moment Monday. I ran to the gym, took a class, ran to the other gym and swam. That took me 3-4 hours and after getting my kind of sweaty clothes on again I ran back home. On the way home I must have had my mouth open singing, talking to myself or maybe just exhausted from the long morning so an insect flew into my mouth and I swallowed it. The poor fly, bee, wasp… was buzzing and moved around and I could actually feel a sting. I panicked, mostly in my head. I swallowed a freaking bee and it stung me. Am I going to puff up from the inside? I started to count minutes and miles in my head. 4 miles back home, EpiPen in the kitchen drawer, I really have to step on it. But I realized that if I am going to swell up I might just eat something first, feed the bee kind of. I realized that I would never make it home if I would puff up. So I looked through my pack and found a ziplock with raisins and cashews and a few pieces of Dextrosol (Swedish sugar, very yummy). I ate it all and started coughing, jumping around and talked a little to the bee. It must have worked really well, I didn’t puff up. I made it home but it felt like I could feel the little bee the rest of the day. That was an easy way to get the post run protein without even chewing.

I decided to try to be safer so I ran at the club, on a treadmill the day after. And I had to do some speed-intervals. The night before I even found an interval workout that was supposed to simulate a trail run so I thought I’d give it a try. Wow, how do you do it indoor peeps? I did it but I can’t say that I felt happier after. The only fun part with indoor running would be the people watching. It is interesting. And I met a few friends and that’s always nice. And the sauna, probably the best part of the indoor run.

Getting closer to the sky tomorrow, running a mountain. Need to change batteries is my headlight… it supposed to be dark and foggy tomorrow morning.

Until next time.

Fredag i förorten

En lång dag och en ledig dag från skolan. Sovmorgon för några, speciellt de omyndiga. Det har varit en lång dag. Klättringsträning, inhandling av accessoarer till homecoming som är imorgon, kompisbesök och en visit hos en fotdoktor. Det har inhandlats klänningar och idag köptes det skor med höga klackar. Förra årets skor passade ju såklart men hade fel färg. Så kan det ju vara med skor. Jag slog till på ett par röda snygga när jag ändå var med.

Det äldsta barnet blev miniopererat hos fotdoktorn. Två sprutor och så fram med skalpellen. Det verkar lyckat, foten är fortfarande bedövad efter 9 timmar. Vi hoppas på att den fortfarande känns lite dommen när de höga klackarna ska på imorgon kväll.

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Pappa blev väldigt kort när klackarna åkte på.

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Kvällen tillbringades på Lake Washington High Schools läktare, isande kyla men bra uderhållning. Det var Homecoming match och vi fick lov att vara där om vi höll oss på kanten. De två äldre stod med sina kompisar på läktaren där deras årskurser stod, den yngre förmågan fladdrade runt med sina middleschool kompisar och käkade popcorn. Vi något äldre försökte hålla värmen med dåligt kaffe, huttrande i dunjackor och sommarskor. Och fick chansen att prata lite med våra favorit amerikanska mormor-morfar som vi inte ser så ofta nu när barnen blivit äldre. I halvtid var det underhållning med drill-dance team och parad med homecoming king och queen. Lite kyligt i aftonklänning sittande I en cab men snyggt var det. Imorgon är det homecoming dance. Nästan lika spännande varje år.

Helighet och gröna träd

Idag tassade jag runt ensam i skogen. Inte ens ett litet rådjur eller tvättbjörn. Jag stötte visserligen på en liten, liten ekorre men den var så minimal att den nästan inte räknas. Jag knatade på med små steg och med riktigt fin svansföring. Stigarna var lagom leriga och det kändes nästan som om jag var den första som varit där på flera år. Inte ett litet steg eller avtryck, inga hästskor, inga spår av varken människor eller djur. Solen tittade fram mellan träden och det var grönare än grönt på träden. Det var kallt, fint och äntligen höst. Härligt!

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Och sedan bar det av på badmintonturnering. Och vad hittade vi där om inte en fastspänd Jungfru Maria sittande i ett baksäte. Varför? För att vara en extra person så att det är lagligt att köra i carpool filen, för att få lite sällskap I bilen, för att… ja, jag har inte en aning. Jag passade på att få lite helighet genom fönstret.  

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Jag tror att det är spindelns år. Vi har spindlar och spindelnät över allt, inne och ute. Den här rackaren äter mer kött än vad vi gör. Han fångar fjärilar, insekter och en vacker dag är jag rädd att jag kommer att hitta en liten fågel i nätet. Men jag har inte hjärta att städa bort det.

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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