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Sep. 21st, 2009 10:44 amBest Moments Last weekend
1. Arriving at midnight on Thursday and my friends coming to help me get settled in. We unloaded most of my stuff onto the ground and the kids and I slept in the truck - saving set-up for Friday morning.
2. Super N riding his bike. First time evah! (we've been working on it, but had no success previously).
3. The rockin' breakfast team Friday morning. We were prepared, pre-cracked, pre-sauted, and on time.
4. Leading a splash attack and C! and S! in the lake. Having failed to swim faster than the current and the wind (I was trying to rescue a flotational which got away) I turned around to discover Super N drifting into deep water in a tube near me. Then Kayleigh and Ian swam up to the tube. I paddled over, dubbed them pirates and told them we were going to board Uncle C's raft...Arrrrr! Then Haley swam up and joined the team of mini-pirates on a stealth boarding mission. It was fairly successful... I was impressed that they got into the swing of "Shhh... we're sneaking"... they all even silently slid off the tube and lunged at C! at my signal. I have them down as recruits for future cookie raiding missions.
5. I thought I was going to spend more time directly supervising the kids. They, however, ran as a pretty orderly pack. Occasionally we reinforced boundaries, but mostly we let them settle their own disputes and kept an eye on them from the distance. Many times my eyes would wander from the task or conversation at hand to count noses, but I never felt like I needed to weigh in and break anything up. That was cool. And I probably need to lighten up on my kids... maybe... a little tiny bit.
There was lots of schmoozing, quality conversation, board games, card games, and shenanigans. I was with my favorite people in the world.
And there was LOTS of bacon this weekend. It was bacon heaven. No one skimped on the bacon they provided for their breakfasts and it was good. And the LOX OMG!!! yum. I need to spend some time with Ysa and learn about salting fish and pickling.
However.... (dum dum dum)... I haven't been able to run or bike since the race because of the hole I wore in the back of my left foot and I've been enjoying some of my favorite comfort foods for the last week. I suspect the bill will be steep when I step on the scale. Oh well. It's not like I don't know how to eat right. My foot is almost healed and today I'm recommitting myself to tracking my foods, cutting back on crack... errr... "carbs", etc. Strangely, I feel super accomplished with the race under my belt and instead of freaking about not having done better (I still don't have official times, but I doubt I pulled a 9:30 mile for the run), I'm planning and excited. F will be late from work tonight so I'll hit the gym when he gets home; planning to do weight lifting which won't require any hopping around in shoes. So... I guess I'm fat and happy. Soon enough I'll be back in my target weight range and my run time will be down and my shoulders will be buff again. Just as I'm sure that in a year or maybe longer I'll drift out of range again and have to recalibrate.
Life is about change. I'm trying to roll with it.
1. Arriving at midnight on Thursday and my friends coming to help me get settled in. We unloaded most of my stuff onto the ground and the kids and I slept in the truck - saving set-up for Friday morning.
2. Super N riding his bike. First time evah! (we've been working on it, but had no success previously).
3. The rockin' breakfast team Friday morning. We were prepared, pre-cracked, pre-sauted, and on time.
4. Leading a splash attack and C! and S! in the lake. Having failed to swim faster than the current and the wind (I was trying to rescue a flotational which got away) I turned around to discover Super N drifting into deep water in a tube near me. Then Kayleigh and Ian swam up to the tube. I paddled over, dubbed them pirates and told them we were going to board Uncle C's raft...Arrrrr! Then Haley swam up and joined the team of mini-pirates on a stealth boarding mission. It was fairly successful... I was impressed that they got into the swing of "Shhh... we're sneaking"... they all even silently slid off the tube and lunged at C! at my signal. I have them down as recruits for future cookie raiding missions.
5. I thought I was going to spend more time directly supervising the kids. They, however, ran as a pretty orderly pack. Occasionally we reinforced boundaries, but mostly we let them settle their own disputes and kept an eye on them from the distance. Many times my eyes would wander from the task or conversation at hand to count noses, but I never felt like I needed to weigh in and break anything up. That was cool. And I probably need to lighten up on my kids... maybe... a little tiny bit.
There was lots of schmoozing, quality conversation, board games, card games, and shenanigans. I was with my favorite people in the world.
And there was LOTS of bacon this weekend. It was bacon heaven. No one skimped on the bacon they provided for their breakfasts and it was good. And the LOX OMG!!! yum. I need to spend some time with Ysa and learn about salting fish and pickling.
However.... (dum dum dum)... I haven't been able to run or bike since the race because of the hole I wore in the back of my left foot and I've been enjoying some of my favorite comfort foods for the last week. I suspect the bill will be steep when I step on the scale. Oh well. It's not like I don't know how to eat right. My foot is almost healed and today I'm recommitting myself to tracking my foods, cutting back on crack... errr... "carbs", etc. Strangely, I feel super accomplished with the race under my belt and instead of freaking about not having done better (I still don't have official times, but I doubt I pulled a 9:30 mile for the run), I'm planning and excited. F will be late from work tonight so I'll hit the gym when he gets home; planning to do weight lifting which won't require any hopping around in shoes. So... I guess I'm fat and happy. Soon enough I'll be back in my target weight range and my run time will be down and my shoulders will be buff again. Just as I'm sure that in a year or maybe longer I'll drift out of range again and have to recalibrate.
Life is about change. I'm trying to roll with it.
