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And now he is 13…

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It has happened….the day I’ve dreaded for some time.

I’ve become the mother of a teenager!!!!

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Austin is such an amazing spirit.  I don’t think I can do him justice in words.  He embraces his role as the oldest child with minimal whining about the downfalls of that position.  He loves and cares for his brothers.

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He is smart and funny.  I remember back in the first few years of his life.  Most of the time it was just the two of us.  He was my pal and my shadow.  He seriously saved me from a very dark mind in those years.  He gave me purpose and life.  He will never know what an important role he has played in my life.

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He is still able to make me smile even when I don’t want to. I love that he doesn’t take himself too seriously.  He loves to goof off and make people laugh.

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When I was younger I hated when people said, “I remember what it was like to be your age.” I didn’t believe them. However, now…oh how I remember being 13. I hope Austin comes out of this age better than I did. I think he is already fairing better than his mother did in the growing pains department. My biggest prayer for him is to find his way in life without losing sight of his faith and his value.

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I pray that he finds a woman that is deserving of his awesomeness some day. I pray that she sees the unique gifts and talents he has. He is entering a new stage of his life where he going to start learning what it is to be a man. My goal has always been to raise my sons to become loving husbands and fathers. I want them to forever point to the glroy of our mighty God. I want them to lean on their faith to carry them through life. I want them to know the difference between lasting joy of life in Jesus and the momentary happiness that the world has to offer.

I have no doubt Austin will do mighty things in his life. I have no doubt that he will always strive to do what is right and good.

I will forever cherish him as my loving, amazing oldest child. But forever my baby boy.

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Wordless Wednesday (2/365)…

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Noni and boys

My mother-in-law, Lesa, reading to the littles.

Christmas came…

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This year was a different kind of Christmas for us. For the first time since Jason and I have been married, we spent Christmas just us and the kids. We love big family Christmases, but it was nice to just have a relaxed holiday. Christmas Eve the kids and I baked cookies for some of their neighborhood friends. Jason and I cooked a big meal and fried a turkey. That evening we all opened up our new pajamas and climbed in the car to go look at Christmas lights.

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The next day we of course did all our gifts and had a lazy day around the house.  The kids made out like bandits.

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WE also had the rare treat of a white Christmas. Our front yard Santa had a hard time with the weather.  He is, after all, a Texas Santa.

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Now that it is the New Year I have a big project I am working on.  It will be posted on the blog in the next few days.  How did your holidays go?

Dallas White Rock Half Marathon…

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Sometimes, success is in the attempt.

As I said in my last post I didn’t have super high hopes for Sunday’s half marathon.  The race actually turned out slightly better than I had hoped, but ended as I figured.

Before I complain , let me just say that the day AFTER the race the weather drastically changed and we had some seriously cold and windy weather blow in.  I am very happy that was not our race day weather.  I love running in colder temps, but not that windy and cold.  That being said, race day was very humid.  This was the exact kind of weather I was hoping against.  In my first half marathon, in June, it was super humid and warm.  I ended up with major cramps that race and didn’t do well at all.

Me and Marya in the start corrals

Me and Marya in the start corrals

So Marya and I lined up knowing that we probably wouldn’t finish together.  I wanted to be able to get her through the first few miles at a good pace.  In our running relationship I am the starter, I don’t go out too fast, and she is the finisher, she always has gas left at the end.  I knew if I could get her on pace the first few miles she would kick butt the rest of the race without me.  I am happy to report my leg/hip held up 7 miles.  This is HUGE!  And we were on target to crush our goal time.  Sadly at mile 7 I had to send her ahead of me.  She, being the awesome person she is, tried to stick with me.  However, I knew she was having a good day.  So off she went….and I started walking more often.  Right at mile 9 my leg completely seized up. I couldn’t move a muscle from my hip to my knee.  I was able to move to the side and stretch it out some.  I continued to jog along and I am not going to lie…I was in pain.  I was able to finish 4 minutes faster than my last half despite the pain.  Silver lining I suppose.  Marya killed it and came in over 5 minutes faster than our goal time.

My next big race is in March and I am hoping that I have this leg issue worked out before then.  I had my first visit with the chiropractor yesterday and I am hopeful that I have many pain-free miles in my future.  And I will say that a bad day racing is much better than a day of not running.

If you ever start to lose hope in humanity go to a marathon and situate yourself a quarter-mile from the finish line.  Wait until the non-elite runners start to come across.  Watch the people’s faces as they are rounding the end and can see the finish line after 26 painful/grueling miles.  Watch the tears and watch the smiles.  There is a triumph in finishing.  Marya and I had the chance to sit at that exact spot as we waited to cheer on our friend, Sonia.  One woman we saw is stuck in my mind.  She just couldn’t hold it in anymore.  She looked so worn and beat down.  She began to cry in exhaustion….and Marya and I cried with her.  We don’t know her.  But, we felt that moment with her.

There is nothing that makes me prouder to be a runner than watching those people live out their goals.  It doesn’t matter if they are a Boston Qualifier or one of the last ones to finish.  They all have tested their bodies, their minds, and their spirits.  They have won.  I get emotional just thinking about the possibility of feeling that moment someday.  Perhaps 2013 is my year.

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Preparing for disappointment…

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This morning I had a nice little hissy fit.  I’m not proud of the fact that I stomped my feet and acted like a gigantic baby, but it’s reality.  I’ve been training for the Dallas White Rock Half Marathon for 4 months now.  I really wanted to improve my time from my last half in which I was happy I finished, but I didn’t  feel strong.  The race is this Sunday.  I will get up that morning, pin on my number, lace up my shoes, and line up at the starting line.  I will start the race and I will run it.  However, it won’t be the race I was hoping it would be.

For the last month and half I have been dealing with, what I suspect to be, Piriformis Syndrome.  It is quite literally a pain in the rear.  It isn’t debilitating…I can run….I am not in significant pain.  The problem is while it doesn’t hurt me in day-to-day life, it is becoming a bigger problem on my runs and it is starting around mile 2-3 instead of mile 9-10 as it was before.  Combine all of this with the fact that the last three weeks have been like the plague around here.  We have all been sick in some shape or form and that translates into Mom not getting all her runs in.

So I am walking into this race unprepared and “injured”.  The good news is that now that I have had my hissy fit I can move on.  This Sunday I am DETERMINED to have fun.  So what if it takes me longer than I hoped to finish the race?  So what if I don’t even finish?  I get to go do something I love to do.  I get to watch my husband run another marathon and kick some major butt.  I get to see my best running friend, Marya, finish her first half and see my friend, Nicole finish another one.  I also will hopefully get to stick around and see my friend, Sonia, finish her first ever FULL marathon.

It could be worse.  I could be in a position of a real injury that caused me not to be able to run.  I am preparing for disappointment on Sunday, but I won’t let it stop me from having a good time.  I’ve worked too hard for that!

After this weekend I will be contacting a chiropractor and starting my training back up for the Little Rock Half in March.  And then…I will kill it.

 

Nearly Wordless Wednesday…

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One of my all time favorite images.

This photo is now nearly 5 years old.  That makes me sad, but not in a “I want another baby” kind of way.  With Evan just turning 5 and Austin becoming a teenager in a few months I am feeling nostalgic.  We have officially left the baby/toddler years behind and are headed into a different season.  That scares me, but I am ready to move on.

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