I'm already tired....

I figured out my annual list of projects I'd like to accomplish around the house for 2013.  No, they're not resolutions, but a list of things to do around the house.  I do this every year.  If I'm lucky, half the items will be crossed off with a sense of accomplishment and achievement.

So what kind of things made the list?

• Cleaning out closets
• Donating unused items to charity
• Reorganizing books and cd collections
• Thorough cleaning of each room - with focus of one room per month.  (it shouldn't kill me if I do a little bit each week to complete a room.)  Unless my procrastinating perfectionist (see top of page for  definition) kicks in. 
• Clean the garage, basement and attic.  Might I add here that these three are my least favorite tasks and therefore do not get crossed off my list very often.
• Etc., etc., etc.

I must fit these household tasks or projects in with my normal weekly cleaning and laundering, grocery shopping, yoga, exercising, mother-in-law, daily cooking, bookwork.    Considering that I spend 6 days a week in town, my Sundays become the day to "do what I can" that needs to be done and prayer is said that I can accomplish one project per week.

Hence...the reason why I'm tired.  lol

Back in the Groove

Lord, do I hate the day after a holiday.  Well, perhaps "Hate" is a strong word....dislike is more it.  I had to be to work at 7am this morning .  It took me until 7:30 to read all the emails, write down the phone messages and read briefing notes to get a handle on what happened in the institution over the holiday.

Of course, this also gave me time to drink a LOT of coffee and rev up the brain for the days events.  I start thinking about my task list the minute I leave the garage.  What do I need to do first, what can wait, what don't I want to do....you know...prioritizing and procrastinating.  lol

I'm happy to say that everything was accomplished with a minimal amount of hair pulling, kicking or screaming.  :)

I even managed to hit the gym for a little bit tonight.  I just need to work on getting there for longer than "a little bit." 


I'm back in the groove....

Wrapping Presents

I'm no good at it.  Never have been, never will be.  As far as I'm concerned, the only to way to wrap a present is to put it in a bag, slap a bow on it and say "voila!" 

See, I just don't get how people can wrap a present, so pristine and precise.  Everything is so nice looking. 

My presents literally look like a 5 year old did.  In fact, I bet a 5-year old could do a much better job of it than me. 

I always have way too much paper on one end of the other, no matter how much I try to center the gift, or measure the paper, etc.   I even buy the wrapping paper with the "assistance" lines...you know, the lines that say, "cut here.".   For crying out loud!  I even fail at that!  Lol

 And the tape??  I'm not even going to comment on that....

No, wrapping presents isn't my cup of tea.  

I think I'll have another glass of wine.  Maybe that will help!  ;)

I've been released...

Now, I Know some of you jumped right to the conclusion that I've been released from the "funny farm."  Funny peoples!

No, my physical therapist released me from his care for a week "or so" to let me go it alone and to see how it feels.  If I feel I need his services after a couple of weeks, then I can call and get back on his schedule.  Otherwise, I'm on my own.  Yay!!!!

However, his exact words as I was walking out the door were, "try and restrain yourself."   What??!!   Ok, ok.  I'm busted!   I have to admit that I was doing an internal happy dance and thinking yes...I can do cardio now and start running.  

Nope.  I'm back to square one in EVERYTHING I'm doing.  I am to WALK at 3.5 mph every time I hit the treadmill and increase my time by one minute as I do so.  When I can comfortably WALK for two miles without pain or discomfort, then I can ramp up to a whopping 3.6 mph.  Oh my god, this is going to kill me!   (Quit laughing Running Mentor!!!)

I'm under strict instructions to: 
ICE, ICE, ICE
Stretch, stretch, stretch and
Massage, Massage, Massage. 

I can handle those cuz they feel good.  I also know that taking it slow is the answer.  Going fast is what got me here in the first place. 

 Soooo, all you blog stalkers out there....if'n you see me running...rat me out to someone, anyone...so that I knock it off and get back on plan.

I am also on to my 9th...yesss....9th trainer!

I'm very, very frustrated with UBF right now.  I upped my contract from 4 to 6 times per month on the condition that trainer   #8 was going to stick around.  Not so much.

Bye bye Danny....Hello Jarad!   (insert heavy sigh here).

As frustrated as I am, it's ot Jarad's fault.  I met with him last week to talk about scheduling, status of my fitness, what my goals are and how we can achieve him.  He's good, and I like him.  He was straight up with me and told me that he's going to be married in August and that he would be leaving. 

My contract is up in August.  I told him straight up that I would NOT be renewing my training contract.  He totally understood.  Again, it's nothing personal with him.  The UBF need to quit hiring young college kids who graduate and move away.  Hmmmm, maybe I should go to school to be a fitness trainer??  Nahhhhh....  maybe??....nahhhhhhh.   lol  I need health insurance!

So I met with him for a training session at 7:30pm on Thursday night.  Yes, that is the time slot that I've been awarded (due to his schedule being freakishly busy).  And I am literally...back at square one with him also.   His words are:  "Until I know how you're doing with your injury and what your fitness level is, I am not going to push you until I'm comfortable you can handle it." 

 Handle it.   I looked around to see who he was talking to.  "You talkin to me?"

 I promptly told him the philosphy of me: 

1)  I didn't get where I am just to "handle it."
2) I push myself ...hard...but I also know my own body and will back off when I need to. (Ok, running being the exception - I pushed a little too fast on that one)
3) Trust me to always...I repeat..ALWAYS do whatever you give me to do.  
4) I'll try anything....BUT
5) Refer back to #2
6)  You give 100% and I'll give you 110%

He understood and gave me feed back.  "We've got some work to do in the next 7 months then, don't we?" 

Amen!

Sadness

My heart weeps for those parents that have lost children in the senseless elementary school shooting in CT.

How do you recover from losing a child...  how do you put a positive spin on a loss of life...how do you go through your day knowing the miracle you brought in to the world, was taken from you so quickly?

Faith.

I'm not a religious person, but I believe in the spirit.   The human spirit is strong...when broken, it licks it's wounds for a while - however long it takes to heal - then gets back up stronger than ever and says, "You can't break me that easy."

Those little children's souls are Home now, where they are safe and loved.  Their memories will be amongst there loved ones always.

Christmas Parties

I was invited to an office (company) Christmas party last night by my friend, Becky.

Background History on my friendship with Becky:  Becky and I have known each other 16 years now.  She first started working for me in my Crop Insurance Agency/Processing Center.  When our company was purchased and the new company decided to close my office down, she eventually went to work for Rough Rider Industries (JRCC).  She informed me of a job in the JRCC administrative offices to which I applied.  I've been working there since.  In October, Becky left employment with RRI/JRCC to work at First Community Credit Union (Administrative Offices) as a Credit Analyst.

Thus, the Christmas Party that I was invited to last night.

It was actually quite fun, as my sister also works for FCCU (payroll, HR dept.).  Becky and I kept it a secret that I was going to be there, so the look on my sister's face was priceless.  I assured her that I wasn't there to keep an eye on her or put a damper on her fun (like I could even try!). 

Anyways, the differences between DOCR (Department of Corrections & Rehabilitation) parties and the FCCU Christmas parties are in sharp contrast to each other. 

FCCU:
Meals are paid for both employee and guest.
Meal selection:  Prime Rib, Talpia, Champagne Chicken
Drink Tickets (2) each person.
Free "Do it Yourself" Photobooth
$25 Gift Cards to every employee to places such as Applebees, Starbucks, etc.
Grand Prizes of: $300 (My sister won!), $200, and $100.
A Band! 
AND...every employee received a Kindle Fire.  (It was apparently a milestone year for them and they hit a goal, so the board of directors reward their employeess for their hard work).
Anyone who travels over 10 miles to come to the party gets a motel room paid for if they want it.
If you take a taxi home, it's paid for.

DOCR/JRCC:
Employee Meal is paid for, guest must pay $10.00
Meal Selection:  Chicken, Beef, and other standard buffet fare.
$10 gifts or prizes to those whose names are drawn.
DJ
A "Thank You for all that you do" is given. 
Did I mention, that most of this is provided by the funds that we the employees raised through through Jeans Day throughout the year, Flag Football League, Dodge ball Tournaments, etc.

The Christmas Party I attended last night was amazing.  I'd forgotten what Christmas parties in the private sector could be like.  Of course, it is a banking institution so money is readily available to throw an event such as this. 

The DOCR/JRCC Christmas Party is sparse in funds and we get what is afforded.  This may very well be the last year that we have a group/facility Christmas party, I don't know.  If it goes to individual shift parties next year, I'm just saying this to any shift workers out there that may be reading this:  IF I do not get invited to your shift parties next year, I'm gonna hurt someone.  AND you can forget about me supplying free candy and chocolate in my office ever again.  EVER!  Just sayin!  :)

What I do know is this:  The DOCR/JRCC employees work their asses off 24/7 - 365 days a year to keep society safe from the likes of the inmates that grace our facility.  It takes a special breed of person to report to work every day and work with these individuals (inmates).  It's not pretty folks.  What happens behind those fences is down right nasty. 

So yeah, we may not have a lot of "frills" and "fluff" to our Christmas Party, but by God - those of us who attend sure make the most of it.  We work hard, but dammit, we play hard too!  The FCCU has nothing over on us where FUN is concerned. 

My daddy always said "If you have a State Job, you've got the moon." Maybe those words is what  has kept me working with the State all these years, cuz my Dad was a pretty wise man.  But I'm pretty sure its the PEOPLE working the state job that have kept me at JRCC for this long.  It's my home.  I have a work family that is second to none, and I'm damn proud to work with all of them. 

Our party happens on January 11th.  It'll be more like a Charlie Brown Christmas Party, but I'm pretty damn sure we'll blow the roof off the place!

Sherry's Top 10

I'm going to start a Sherry's Top 10 corner.  Hopefully.  We'll see how many top ten things I can come up with so that I can keep it going.  I'll post here in the body of the blog as well as make a seperate page on the side so you can check back periodically and see what if I've changed anything.  lol

So here goes.

Sherry's Top 10 Pet Peeves!

10:  People who chew food or gum with their mouth open. 
9: People who eavesdrop on conversations then ask you all kinds of questions about the conversation that they overheard.  If I want you to know my business, I'll tell you!
8: When I can't find the mate to my socks.
7:  Going to use (insert item here) and finding an empty container.  Really?!
6:  People who do not know how to properly use a 4-way stop. 
5: Sales clerks who "hover."
4:  Flat tires when I'm running late for work.
3: Finding a product that I really, really love in a store only to find that the manufacturer has discontinued it.
2:  Those supposed friends who will dart in to another aisle so they don't have to speak to me.  Seriously, you're no longer a friend if you have to do that.  Sorry for your loss. 
1: Know it all people. 

Faith Hill - "The Lucky One" (Official Video)

Lyrics

I'm having a difficult time sleeping tonight.  I've been up and down, paced the floors, opened the refrigerator a dozen times and closed it - luckily empty handed.   So what do I do when I can't sleep?  I cruise Itunes, Youtube, or othe websites for fun things.  Many people do not know that I like to write.  I write poetry and short stories.  I don't feel that they're good enough to post - although I did put one up one the page.  I hope you like it.

That being said, another hobby of mine is looking up song lyrics.  One of the songs that I like  and have always loved the lyrics words to is" I'll Be" by Edward McCain.   So, tonight - or rather this morning -  I'll share them with you. 

I'll Be
Performed by Edwin McCain)
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated

I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof

My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above

I'll be your crying shoulder

I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

Another Weekend

So here it is, another Weekend in the northland.  I have the usual things on my to-do list:  Mother-in-law grocery shopping, lunch, Wal-Mart, and gym (Anytime Fitness), home to clean house, laundry, dishes, and cook dinner.   I'm exhausted already thinking about it.  My weekends go so fast.  I try and cram so much in to them.

I'm not complaining though.  I have a lot to be thankful for....just in the fact that I'm able to do all of those things on my list without assistance or at all.  I just read on facebook a young man in our community who is in a wheelchair and unemployed.  He's posting that he will make those cool fleece blankets for $10-$20....all he asks is you buy the fabric.  I need another blanket like I need a hole in the head, but I may just go pick up some fabric and contact him to make me one.  Anything to help him out during the holiday season.  Bonus is I'll get a really nice blanket. 

What else is on my mind?  My physical therapist isn't releasing me from therapy.  He's ordered another month.  He did clear me to walk in the park at a "brisk pace - NO running!" - so I'm going to try that today after I hit the gym for weights.  

I've been headed in to a pretty big funk lately and I think it's safe to assume that I need to get my head out of a$$ and get with the program.  My salvation has - and will always be - movement.  It helps clear my mind and get some focus. But  I've used this injury as an excuse to slack off.  No more.  It stops now.   As I said, earlier...I can be thankful that I have mobility and I'm able to move.  Other's aren't as fortunate.

That's it for now.  If I find time later, and I feel like I have something else to share, "I'll Be Back" (said in my best Arnold voice!) :)

New Song

I just heard a new catchy little tune, "Kiss You Inside Out" by Hedley.  Its stuck on my mind and I cannot wait to download it to my ipod!  The lyrics grabbed my attention!

I have gym and trainer tonight.  I'm glad! I have a lot of energy to burn off for some reason. I don't have a lot scheduled for the weekend ...so hope to spend a little more time at the gym. 

Quote for the day: let your love float where your soul dances.

Oysters

Yummy!   Im eating smoked oysters and crackers for lunch while jamming out to Mony Mony.   I love oysters!   But these lil canned things are absolutely NO match for the fresh ones I have shipped in from Washington for Chrismas and New Years.

Those babies rock.  They're shucked, packed on ice and shipped within hours.  Next Day delivery.

Love the raw ones! We make stew or deep fry them.  This year I'm ordering some in the half shell.  A little lemon juice, Worcester sauce or melted butter and oh ya baby !!

Yummy in the tummy!  Lol

Ho Hum Monday

I've fallen prey to yet another Monday.  It sucked whatever optimism I had right out of me.   I guess I enjoy my days off so much that I want that euphoria to last in to the work week.

I have yoga tonight so that should help a little.

I heard a new song that I like.  "Ho Hey" by the Lumineers.  Gonna have to download that to my ipod.

Oh!  Almost forgot!   My friend Georgia went to Happy Harry's 'Penny' sale.   Buy one bottle of wine and get another for a penny.  I told her my limit of $50 and she did the rest.   She did good.  I now have 12 bottles of wine for $55.  Sweet!

Bad Days

I don't get these kind of days often, but when I do, they're doozies. 

I woke up Ok.  But as the day progressed my mood turned funky.  I have no clue what, if anything, catapulted me in to a blue mood. I'm normally a happy person, so when I have blue days like this, I tend to worry.  I worry that I'm going in to a solid funk and it's going  to last. 

It's no secret that I'm experiencing issues with my leg.  That has me perplexed, for more than one reason.  It's keeping me from doing the things that I normally thrive on doing at the gym.

Some say I'm obsessed.  What they don't realize is that my time in the gym is my "me time".  It's where I go to think things through, give myself a pep talk, work off stress and tension and "fill my cup" with mojo so that I function better each day.  I'm not getting that right now.  In fact, what's more troubling is that my desire to even go to the gym has diminished - drastically.  I never made it there at all last week.  Not even sure I care.  Well, I do - otherwise I wouldn't be writing about it.  

I need to get a grip, and get it real soon.   I've walked down the whole pity-party path before and it was hell to get off of.  I don't ever want to go through that again.  I've worked too hard to get to achieve what I've done.

I need a huge dose of whoop-ass on myself to get me away from this funk I seem to be heading towards. 

Gym

I haven't done much cardio at the gym since September due to my injury.  Mainly because it hurt and because my physical therapist said to lay off.  Ok.  Fine.  The whole time I'm thinking "man, it's going to suck big time to rebuild my endurance "'

So today I was supposed to have a training session with my trainer.  He was a no-show.  That's going to be discussed with him next session. 

Anyways ...I took the opportunity to do cardio.  I did 2 miles on the elliptical, 2 on the bike, and 2 on the cross trainer.  50 minutes of cardio that kicked my butt.   My settings all went down because I didn't want to stress my knee ...although I have to admit it doesn't feel too bad right now.  But I was right ...rebuilding my cardio endurance is gonna suck!

It's Humbling

I went to physical therapy today so the therapist could work on my leg issue.  I know, I'm beginning to sound like a broken record with this injury of mine.  Trust me, I'm getting tired of it too.  I'd love nothing more right now than to lace up the sneakers and go for a run.  Ya, I actually typed that!  

But what's got me all bummed out is that I thought I was in pretty good shape.  I did yoga, I life weights, I do the cardio thing at the gym...and this  still has nothing to do with the fact that I need to realize...I'm not a spring chicken anymore.  Depressing.

Remember me??

Oh my gosh!  It's been sooooo long since I've actually had the time to sit down and do a post to Happy Hour.  Please forgive me!

It seems that I've been going non-stop for a month.  Well, come to think of it...I HAVE been going non-stop for a month.  Every weekend in October I had something going.  And of course, it's me...so I was in the thick of things each and every weekend.   I like to be kept  busy (big surprise huh?!) LOL

The Schulz Oktoberfest was held on October 20th and boy was it fun! We had good food (always), lots of drink (duh!) and wonderful family. We were missing Dennis (SD), Wendi (WA), Glenn (ND) and Michael (ND) this year. We always have such a great time during this event. Here are some pictures..

 My great nephew Hayden and his father, Brad

 My guy Blaine and me!

 Abby, Emily, Brackston and Brennon

 The Schulz Boys

 Blaine and his Aunts (yes, he has us twisted around his little finger!)

The Schulz Siblings! 

Terry, Sherry, Ron, Peggy, Pat, Judy

 

 

Some of you may be asking, how is the running going?   Hmmm, it's not!  At least, not for now.  I need to heal my IT Band Syndrome (I'm in physical therapy for it now!).  I do plan on getting back to it and I've already told my running mentor (ok, "asked" is the better word), to help me develope a training plan to get back on track.   He basically said, "take it slow" and then in the next sentence mentioned something about a "new goal" and "10K" .   Geeezzzz!!   :)

 

 

I held my 2nd annual Yoga Retreat this weekend!  Wow was it fun!!  I had a good turnout and we had a lot of fun.  We ate food, we drank wine, we talked, and of course, we did some yoga!   Yesterday afternoon's class was a power yoga class and we worked up quite a sweat.  It was all good though...no one passed out!  lol

 

So...that's about it in a nutshell.  Same ole, same ole.....me, being busy and loving it! 

 

 

Sherry

Down Time

I had the opportunity to stay at a lakeside cabin in Minnesota this past weekend.   My friend Georgia and I occupied her brothers cabin Friday night through Sunday 1pm. 

It was a slice of heaven!  We ate, talked (a lot), read books, and slept.  And slept some more!  Oooo ..and can't forget the wine either!

I cannot tell you how long its been since I've allowed myself to relax and let go.   I never even got dressed on Saturday ...pajamas and sweatshirt.  Did I care?   Nope!

I needed the downtime though as I felt rejuvenated.  Unfortunately every good thing must end and it was back to Mach I speed on Monday.

I do it to myself though.  However,  now that I have the memory of how it feels to relax, you can bet I'm going to schedule a weekend away like that again.  And soon!

Diagnosis

Tendonitis and IT Band Syndrome.   No surgery required.  Yay!

So, how is it treated?

Ice, ice and more ice. Followed with stretching and topical anti-inflammatory cream. 

But..but..Doc...I teach yoga..I stretch all the time. 

"Apparently not the muscle that needs stretching."  Lol.  Love it!  A Doc with a sense of humor ;)

I can go back to running.  However I'm told that I need to 'back off" when I feel pain.

So my plans are to go out Thursday night and hit the park.   It will be one week since I last ran.  I reworked my training plan to incorporate this injury.  I need to do 1.75 miles or more to stay on plan...body permitting.  

Yes running mentor ..I still plan on Fargo! ;)

Everyone keep your fingers crossed!

Can you feel the love?

As promised, here are some pics of my office that my co-workers enthusiastically decorated for my birthday.

 

Starting to Panic

I realized the other day that the Fargo 5K is five weeks away.  Considering that I haven't trained consistently for a couple of weeks, that my left knee is swollen and I can't run on it without cringing in pain, this 5K is giving me much consideration.

My trainer told me to skip the gym this weekend and not even do upper body as I had requested or suggested.   He's only been here a month and knows me well.  He knows that once inside the gym, I would "test" the knee and do some sort of cardio on it.  Smart man.   And as he, or someone pointed out to me, we use our lower body to stabilize ourselves even when we do upper body routines. 

So, no gym this weekend.  Given the fact that I'm headed to Minneapolis next weekend, I won't get any gym time in then either.   There goes my health insurance discount for the month of September.

All that aside, my main worry is yoga.  Though I made it through classes last week, I'm hoping that this injury isn't something that will sideline my yoga (teaching) for a while.  Given that I just spent quite a bit of money on advertising and my classes are starting to have 10-15+ people consistently every night, it would really suck to have to postpone for surgery or teach on crutches, albeit possible to instruct without demonstrating or doing the poses. 

This is really beginning to suck.

And of course, I'm getting the teasing and ribbing about "everything falling apart when I turned 50." 

I, personally, do not find it amusing.

It was just a day.

So today was my first day back at work after vacation.  I knew I was screwed when I saw the black balloons from the parking lot.  I wanted to turn right around and go home and pretend I had another week of vacation. 

But I sucked it up and went inside.  Yes, it was as bad as I was expecting.  I took pictures on my phone but I, techie guru that I am, am having issues getting from phone on to the blog.  So stay tuned.

Yoga was pushed to tomorrow night, so I went to the gym tonight.  My left knee has been really bothering me when I run.  (Do NOT even go to the "getting old" joke!). 

Running seems to really aggravate it as yesterday morning I went out (yes running mentor, I did the run on my birthday!), but it hurt...alot.  Needless to say I was swallowing Aleve and Tylenol all day and sitting with the ice pack last night.   I made an appointment with the doctor for next Monday - soonest I could get in. 

I don't want to lose my cardio, so I was on the Elliptical cross trainer tonight.  I did 3.2 miles (a 5K).  Leg didn't bother me hardly at all, certainly not like it did while running.  WTF??  Will see how the week progresses and how it goes with my yoga classes on Tuesday and Wednesday night. I need my body for yoga...so I need to coddle this knee along. 

Other than that...it was just a day. 

Peace Out!

The Start of the Second Part

I turned 50 today.  I don't feel 50, and certainly hope I don't look 50. 

The days leading up to my birthday have been filled with a lot of reflection and wonder.  I look back on my life and ask myself "has it been good?"  and "could it have been better?"

I ask the questions and think, "if not, what would I have changed." 

Can't say that I would have done any "do overs" per se.. everything I've done has led me right up to this point.  And while I won't say my life is as I had imagined it back when I was a young, naive 18 year old...my life isn't bad either.  In fact, it's good.   I have my health (although with a few more aches and pains), I have fabulous family and relatives, my husband is a great man, my friends are awesome! (you know who you are!),  my job keeps me busy (and pays the bills) and teaching yoga keeps me inspired.

While some are quick to say that 50 is the start of everything going downhill, I prefer to think of it as the start to the second part of my book. 

You see, books come in parts.

The beginning  is where all the characters established, timeline is established and the plot begins to be revealed.

The second part is the meat of the book.  It's where the action happens, all the good stuff takes place; the living happens, the plot is in full swing - be it good, bad, or the ugly. 

The third part is the ending.  That's where it all comes together and it all makes sense, and the reader determines if it was a good book, a great book, or classic that will be remembered through the years.

Turning 50 is the start of my second part.  I'm still in the living phase, the plot is in full swing, the characters are having a blast and life is happening at break neck speed.  ..

How it will end is still a mystery, even to me - it's main character. 

I'm still writing each chapter, one day at a time.

Needed this today!

"Dead last finish is greater than did not finish which greatly trumps did not start" - Running shirt via @LJ3000 -- Real Runners (@RunningQuotes)

Day #2

So I wake up after sleeping in - which, by the way, is 6:30ish.  I grab myself a cup of coffee and contemplate my day.  I know I'm going to complete a project today, I just need to decide which one. 

You see, I have this method.  Call it quirky, call it odd, call it whatever you may like...but it works for me.

I think about the projects.  Each one has a specified timeline associated with it.  You know... cleaning the hallway closet should, in theory, take me 2-3 hours of uninterrupted time.  The key there is "uninterrupted."

I'm a procrastinating perfectionist (browse blog for said definition).  In order for me to tackle a project, say...cleaning the hallway closet....I need to have that 2-3 hours of uninterrupted time.   If I don't think that I can start (and finish) it in that time frame, I move on to another project (and determine it's timeline of completion) or don't do it at all.

Got it?  Capiche`?  With me so far? 

Ok, so as I was saying....I was all set to do the hallway closet this morning.  I can start it at 8 and fnish it by 11, just in time to start preparing lunch for the hubster.   (remind me to blog later about cooking on vacation).

I'm just about ready to get to it (after just one more cup of coffee), when hubster calls.   "Will 10 0'Clock work for you?"   Huh?    Ohhhh yes, the tire appointment that should have happened yesterday but hubster didn't get the tires in to the tire place in order to get them put on.  (He messed with my timeline yesterday too!)

"Noooo.... this afternoon works better...that way I can go from there to yoga." 

Now...to some of you, it's not a big deal.  "Just go get the tires put on at 10 Sherry".  I hear you out there.   But you need to understand.... I had my heart set on doing the hallway closet this morning.  In MY time frame...2-3 hours.   Sticking a tire appointment IN that time frame just messes with my time frame.     I can't start something and leave it unfinished when I leave the house.  It needs to be done....today...in my time frame. 

Ya, I already know what you're saying.   "Start it and come back and finish it after the tire appointment." 

Are you people not hearing me???!!!    I can't start something and leave it unfinished when I leave the house. It needs to be done....today...in my time frame.  .

Ya, hubster didn't get it either.

I went to the tire appointment.

Hallway closet isn't getting cleaned.  (I'm out of the mood now - and refers you to the definition of procrastinating perfectionist). 

Bright spot is, hubster bought me lunch at The Depot.   (Refers back to the reminder to blog later about cooking on vacation).

Vacation Time!!

Yes blogstalkers, I'm officially on vacation!  Woot!!!!   I haven't had any extended time off since last May when my niece graduated from med school.   So this is going to be heaven.

What do I have planned?  A whole lot of nothing.  I'm not going to stress myself out about doing big projects.  I have little ones that I'd like to get done, but if they don't, they don't.  Feel me?  

You might be asking yourself what have I done so far? 

Not a damn thing...except update my blogs, drink some coffee, talk to a friend on the phone, make the bed, drink more coffee, and....that's about it.  lol

Time to get the day rolling though...for real.

Peace out!

Forgive me Running Mentor

...for it has been 8 days since my last serious run (5K).

I went out the other day and struggled through a 2 mile run....so I'm not even counting that as a SERIOUS training run.   And to be honest, I didn't even count that as a run.  Failure is an adequate term to discribe what that was.

Today however, I decided that if I'm going to make my second 5K in October, I'd better get back on the horse.

I loaded up on Aleve (knees giving me issues), cranked my ipod to Jon Bon Jovi and headed out.  A beautiful morning for a run.  Temperature was perfect (aroumd 59) with only a light breeze. 

I was actually looking forward to it.  Kinda.  Sorta.

Too bad I struggled on this run also.

 I did 2 miles, but again the pace wasn't stellar.  I wasn't expecting to break any land speed records as it has been 8 days since my last serious run.   On the 5K I averaged a 13:55 mile (can you say tanked?!).   Today's pace was slightly better, albeit not by much:  13:02.   :(

So....  officially...I'm restarting my training plan....again!

How'd I do?

I ran my first 5K race today.  I took part in the Sheyenne Shuffle in VC, ND.   I'll tell you how I did... in a bit.

I'm asked often, "Why are you starting to run now, you're almost 50"?  My classic answer, "Because I can and I want to."  I've never been one to follow society - I tend to march to the beat of my own drum.  And starting to run at age 50 (or close to it)  definitely isn't normal.  But I have quite a few friends and coworkers who have taken up this nasty habit, so I decided to see what all the rage was.

I found out today.

I and my good friend Rick (his wife was supposed to go also but wasn't feeling well), headed to VC bright and early this morning to head to VC - my old stomping grounds.  We discussed or rather Rick gave me all kinds of wonderful advice on the way there.  "Don't get caught up in the start, watch your pace", and "run in the center of the road, there's less slant there," and "don't get elbowed out at the corners."  All very good and worthy advice.  He's been there before (2 full marathons in 2 years), so I listened intently to everything he told me.

Now, I'm not one to usually get nervous, but when we pulled up to the Bubble, my stomach was in my throat.  I  was pretty sure I was going to hurl my cookies in his nice, new shiney Hummer.  I didn't admit  that to him though.  I'm Sherry, I'm tough, I have nerves of steel!  Yaaahhhh right!  It DID help however when he said he was nervous too.  OK.  THEN I didn't feel so bad.

We registered and he showed me how to put the timing chip on my shoes, etc. then we proceeded to stretch and do what  runners do before the race.  I talk smart, don't I?  I had NO freakin clue what I was doing!  Thank GOD for my friend!  

Right before race time, he says to me, "The only thing you have to beat is the clock and you can't ever beat that...so just do your best and finish.  And you'd been RUN across the line, and not walk."   I laughed and asked him, "Is that a threat or a challenge".   His classic response, "Both."

You know what?  Those words stuck in my head all the way through the race.   I did fairly well I think.  At least, up until about the 2.5 or 3K mark.  I lost my lungs.  Yep, pretty sure they're still there, laying at the corner of Central Ave. in VC.  Geeeez did they burn!  The body felt good though so I started the run/walk process.  I was bummed, but not surprised..my longest trainng runs have been 2.5 miles, so it only stood to reason that I'd start feeling it at that point.   Rick was outside the stadium to talk me in (and he had the damn camera in his hands.  If those show up on Facebook, I'm going to hurt someone!).     As he shouted, "Finish Strong", I started to run inside to the track.  All I wanted to do was walk but those words kept running through my head.  "Run, don't walk!"   

I  was so focused on running across the line that I forgot to see what my time was! 

So, how'd I do?

I ran, I ran across the finish line, and I finished! 

That's how I did!

Packing

I started my Sunday by picking up breakfast from Hardees and heading to Blaines house where he and Peggy were waiting with hot coffee.

Blaine had a game plan and let me tell you, he's quite the task master!   We set about packing up his game room, bedroom ledge, and living room of all of his collectibles : he's an avid collector of everything!   Unfortunately his new place is a little smaller, so we had to determine what things he was going to store and those he was taking to the apartment. 

He's got a good head on his shoulders and reasons well.  He made effective decisions and Peggy and I honored them.  I was, and am, very proud of him!

We finished in our time frame...12 or 1230 and finished with beer and lunch at IDK. A good reward I'd say!

We're still not done ...but that's alright..with Blaine in charge,  it'll get done!

I-94

Why does everyone in Eldridge township decide to drive the country roads as I'm doing my training run?

I even waited until 845 to go out ..positive that there wouldn't be any traffic.   Wrong!  I had to stop (walked) while five vehicles zoomed by me.  I didn't want to be roadkill so I pretty much hugged the ditch with each of them.  I even wore neon green tonight so they could see me better.  Smart cookie, ain't I?!

So, I've decided Im a cool weather runner.  I came home from the gym at 7pm, fixed dinner, ate, cleared dishes and sat to let it settle for a little bit. 

Then...strapped on the heart rate monitor, laced up the sneakers, set the playlist to "Run!" then headed out.

It was gorgeous!   Cool, calm, a little humid and perfect for a struggling runner such as moi.

I wasn't going for speed...I just needed to run the 2 miles in my training plan.  So, I enjoyed it.  I listened to the geese flying overhead, the sound of my neighbor Tony baling hay in the field, smelled the sweet smell of cut hay and dew in the air.  It was beautiful.

I didn't do a stellar run, but I did it.  Two miles in 27:48. This included walking while cars passed me AND on loose gravel. My last 2 mile run on Sunday night was 28:11. 

I still do the run/walk thing...but im getting better at it.

Oh!..I figured out my best pace - the feel good pace- is to the song The Stroke!   Lol

If you change nothing..

Nothing changes.

That's the Motivational quote my new trainer hit me with during our first session together.

Needless to say, a whole lot of changes are being made.  We're looking at my diet, what to do (and not do) on my training days - both at the gym and on my running program- AND a whole new mindset while in the gym.

He may be my 7th trainer, but he's given me a wealth of knowledge.

I feel good about this.

Change will bring change!

Beauty

"Nature's soul is revealed in every sunset." ~ @Wordhugs

Why Has It Been So Long?

I spoke to my cousin tonight.  He lives 30 miles away from me and yet I haven't seen him in a couple of years.  How sad is that?

We laughed, we took a trip down memory lane, and we choked back a few tears.  All the while we were talking, I was thinking, "Why has it been so long?"

I know life gets busy.  We all try and cram so much in to our busy lives that we don't seem to have a moment to think.  But, you'd think with modern technology, we would be better at keeping in touch.  We take our cell phones with us everywhere.  It only takes a minute to dial someones phone number and talk to them, just to say "hey, I was thinking about you."    It made my night to hear his voice and to hear the joy in it when he realized it was "his little cousin Sherry" on the other end of the line. 

I don't want it to be another couple of years before I see or talk to him again.  Family is family darnit, and I'm vowing to never let that bond die!

Mondays

Have I mentioned that I don't like them?  Have I given reasons why? 

NO? 

Ok, here goes:

1) you have to end your weekend by waking up on a Monday
2) nothing ever goes right
3) everyone is crabby
4) it takes me until noon to get in the groove and focus
5) it's four days until the weekend
6) nothing good happens on Monday
7) pretty sure Monday is actually 32 hours long instead of the normal 24.  It goes on forever!!
8) nobody writes songs about Mondays.  Well, they did in the 60's but they were too strung out to realize that Monday's suck!
9)
10)

Give me a minute...I'm sure I'll come up with good ones for #9 and  #10.  Although I really don't need to....it's Monday for cryin out loud!!

Hot and Steamy

As much as I want these words to describe the latest trashy novel I am reading, I'm afraid it describes the weather forecast today.

I'm a fan of warmer temperatures, but this is a bit much.  When I take a shower, towel dry and 10 minutes I'm as wet as when I stepped out of the shower, it's HOT! 

So....todays advice.  Stay indoors,  hug the AC, hydrate (water NOT beer!) and say a prayer for those that have to work outside for a living...and all the animals too.

It's Fair Time!

I don't know why I still get positively giddy when it's time in Jamestown.  Think it has something to do with my parents.  Every year since I was old enough to remember, my parents would pack up us kids and we'd make our way to the fair...each and every night.  It didn't matter if dad was haying or what the weather was doing, we were going to the fair.  Rides, food, games, listening to music...we did it all.

My parents continued attending the fair almost up until the time dad passed away in '91.  Neither one of them could walk or walk well, so they used their handicapped parking permit to park between the 4-H building near the edge of the south midway.  Dad would walk to the Tom-Thumb Donut stand and bring back donuts to mom....her favorite.  :) 

Guess that's why I enjoy the Fair so much.  I'm almost 50 but still a kid at heart.  Some fond memories find their way in to heart every time I attend now.

Last night was Johhny Holm. He's been at the Fair for many, many years.  Though he's aged (haven't we all?), he still puts on one helluva show!  He had the older generation 75+ AND the younger generation rocking the joint.  Hot weather, cold beer, great music, fantastic friends....what more can you ask for?

Tonight is the Rodeo.  Hubster supports the Rodeo Association so every year we get tickets.   So, I'll be wearing my denim and sitting in the stands, watching all the cowboys and cowgirls find their perfect ride!

Pretty sure there's a corn dog with my name on it too.......maybe even a cold beer, or two!

Yes, it's Fair time...and I'm lovin it!

It's a test!

The highs are balanced by lows, the accomplishments complemented by defeats. It’s a game. It’s a test. It’s the way I live my life. -- gymjones

I saw this on Twitter and I had to comment on it.  It seems that my daily life is a personal test.  Highs, lows, accomplishments, defeats.  I struggle ..but those struggles make me more determined.   I live life...I don't take defeat easily - and sure as hell don't sit on the sidelines.

I am...

a sister, an aunt, a wife, a lover, an in-law, a best friend, a friend, a cook, a housekeeper, a storekeeper, a business woman, an accountant, a secretary/assistant,  a gardener, a seamstress, a neighbor,  a co-worker, a yoga instructor, a trainee (exercise), a chauffer, a medical advisor/emt (of the minor variety),

and I wonder why there aren't enough hours in a day or week to get everything accomplished that I need and/or want to do.

I'm tired.

How to beat the heat!

Head to the theatre and watch Magic Mike!   Well, OK..maybe that created a bit more heat indoors, but it was an enjoyable heat, If you know what I mean!

A couple of girlfriends and I went to the movie this afternoon to watch Channing Tatum and Matthew McConnaghy (totally misspelled that, I'm sure) strut their stuff across the big screen.  And strut they did!  Holy Cow!  Channing is one helluva dancer and did some moves that I'm sure will be copied on dance floors across America in the months to come. 

Now Matthew, whose voice is a smooth as warm honey, was no slouch either. Totally worth it just to see him shirtless!  And yes, he totally rocked those chaps too!

But, the whole idea wasn't just to see the movie, it was to have some time with my girlfriends.  Donna, Vickie, and Lynn...it was great to laugh it up with you and to hang out. 

We will be doing it again...and soon!

Shall we start training?

It seems that the older I get (keep in mind that I am NOT old, just getting older), I come up with some hairbrained ideas.  Some would say that comes with age.  I prefer to think of it as reliving my youth with more purpose than I had back then! 

So, I've joined the ranks of the so called "runners," although I do not know if what I do can technically be called running.  My trainer, Jayme, says I'm an interval runner.  Whatever.   I'm a Virgo.  In my head, (remember, I'm a perfectionistic procrastinator - see past posts for definition!),  a runner...RUNS.   I do the walk/run thing.  No, that's not true.  I'm doing the RUN/walk thing, cuz now I'm doing more running than I am walking.  So technically, If I were to listen to those around me, I am becoming a runner.  Not there yet, but I'm getting there!  Did you follow that everyone??  LOL

So, I've started a page at the top of this blog called "Vision Quest".  It's an attempt to start logging my training towards the 5K's that I want to run.  I've begun the training process.  Already I'm thinking, "what WAS I thinking!"

So, here it is in writing:  (If it's in writing, it happens!)  

Monday - Xtrain (yoga)
Tuesday - Workouts w/Jayme and runs (of training program specified lengths)
Wednesday - Xtrain (yoga)
Thursday - Workouts w/Jayme and runs (of training program specified lengths)
Friday - Off
Saturday - Run (of training program specified length)
Sunday - Run (of training program specified length)

I won't be alone in the training process.  My buddy, Blaine Schulz, was just notified that he will be attending the Special Olympic World Winter Games in South Korea in late January/early February in the sport of Snowshoeing!  He's the lone athlete from ND AND the only male athlete in the US delegation.  To say that he is floating on cloud nine is an understatement.  He stopped up to see me today and said, "I have to start training now too Aunt Sherry...maybe we can train together and help each other out."  Now how can I refuse a workout partner like that?? 

He's gonna take it slow for now though because he's still rehabing his ankle, but I'm pretty sure that when he's given the green light from the doctor and the physical therapist, he'll be at full throttle! 

Shall we start training??

Happy Father's Day

Today is Father's Day.  My father has been gone from this earth for 21 years now and to say I miss him is an understatement.

He had a quiet, gentle way about him that made everyone at ease.  He loved to smile, to laugh, to joke around and have fun.  He worked hard, but played harder.

My daddy  taught me these lessons of life that I will never, ever forget and try to live by each day:

• Family is the most important thing in this world. Do whatever it takes to keep the bonds strong.
• Work Hard. Be responsible, get your work done first.. then play.
• Love.  Pure and simple.
• Make it count...whatever you do, wherever you go, make the moment count so that you don't have any regrets in life.
• Treat others with kindness and respect and you'll get it back tenfold.
•  Give second chances to those deserving of it but don't give third chances.
•  If you're going to say something negative about someone, make sure you have your fact straight.  Don't judge, don't gossip.  It's someones life your messing with.  Everyone is fighting their own battle and they don't need you to add to their burdens.
• Even when life is lived simply, you're rich.  It's the small things in life that count the most. 
• It's never too late to learn new things.  My daddy learned to paint (self taught) when he was in his late 40's, wood carved, and played the banjo in his 50's. 

My Daddy, the greatest man I ever knew!  Love you Dad!

Life Was Simple Back Then.

When I look back to when I was growing up, it was a simple time.

We didn't have a lot of money and didn't live extravagantly or "high off the hog" as my daddy would say.  But we lived comfortably.  Daddy was a farmer who was in the field from sun up to sundown working the land and providing for his family. He worked hard, but played hard when the work was done. 

Summer was always a magical time around the farm.  From the moment the sun came up our house came alive.  Breakfast, chores, cleaning, gardening, cooking, mending, and plenty of time for laughter and love. 

In the summer, my youth was spent pretty much barefoot and sun kissed.  I don't think I wore a pair of shoes in the summer time; I loved the feeling of the earth under the soles of my feet - I felt free.  And lordy did I bellyache if I had to put on a pair for some reason. Mom, of course, would scold me - but she always had a smile when she did it.  

And the sun! If it was up, I was out enjoying it.  I didn't slather on sunscreen back then - still don't for that matter.  I loved the warmth on my skin, the golden glow I'd get and the way my freckles would pop out on the bridge of my nose and cheeks. My usual summer attire was a swimsuit top and a pair of shorts and hair pulled up in a top-knot and smelling like baby oil (gotta moisturize the tan, you know!)

Sometimes I'd take a blanket out on the lawn and read a book (I loved romance stories and the way I could travel to far away lands without leaving my slice of heaven), sipping on a tall glass of mom's famous sweet tea.  One of my favorite things to do was to lay with my dog Sneaky and watch the fluffy white clouds drift across the summer sky.  My head would lay on Sneakys tummy and we'd lay like that for hours,  trying to figure out what shapes the clouds were (sometimes an elephant, a cat,  monkey, or even a flower).  More often than not I'd fall asleep.  But that's alright, I was with my sidekick best friend, my dog Sneaky.  Mom said that she never worried about me, cuz he was my protector.

As much as I loved the sunshine and being out in it, the nights were my favorite time.  I had a window in my bedroom that was just a foot off the floor.  When I was supposed to be sleeping, I'd be laying on blankets and pillows moved from my bed and gazing out at the night sky and the stars.  I'd pick out the brightest star in the night sky and close my eyes, "Star light, Star bright, first star I see tonight.  I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight." 

I'd ponder the meaning of my life - at the ripe age of 10 - and hope and wish for a future as bright as the diamonds in the night sky.  I would dream about the husband I'd have and kids running around my feet.  Sometimes I'd dream that I was a dancer or a singer making it big in Hollywood, or sometimes I'd just wonder what the world was like  "out there" under that big, dark, beautiful night sky.  I had no idea what my life was going to be like, but when I was 10 and star gazing, the possibilities were endless.

Barefoot, sunkissed and full of hope. 

Life was simple back then.

Let It Fly

Spent a great day at the kite festival yesterday.

The sun was shining, there was an awesome breeze for the kites to fly, great tunes hitting the air waves and fantastic kites dancing in the sky.  It was amazing.

There is a group called I80-Go! That does synchronized kite routines to music. They're show is fun to watch.  Very fun and energetic.  I had the opportunity to visit with one of the men of the group.  He was very knowledgeable when I quizzed him about kites, the group, etc.  He even let me fly his kite! !  (With his assistance of course). Wow! Was that freaking awesome.

I even got to spend some time visiting with super friends.

It was a GREAT day to let it fly!

Am I Cracked?

Apparently I've had a melt down in brain function. I've committed ..verbally and in writing...to do a 5K in October.

I don't back down from commitments once made.  I already have a run that I owe a friend and it's bothering me that I haven't honored that verbal agreement.   Although, a time frame wasn't really  established! Lol

So, I've been looking at training plans.   Eight weeks, five weeks, twelve weeks...run minutes or miles, do a combination of run/walk.   I'm sooo confused!!

The one thing for sure is this...I'll cross the finish line come hell or high water!  Cuz that's how I roll!  Lol

Let me check my calendar

"What are you doing six months from yesterday?" 

How should I know??!   I'm meticulous about what I'm at work and when I teach yoga, but don't expect me to remember off the top of my head what I'm doing in six months, on a weekend, at precisely 2:00pm.

So...I've become a slave to my handy, dandy, trusty calendar...on my Droid.

Yes, it's pathetic.  I admit it, and I am NOT proud of this revelation.

I dash for my purse with a sinking feeling in my heart.  I slide the screen open to reveal my calendar and select the correct one (yes, I have TWO calendars...one for personal appointments and one for my business) and quickly find that in six months I'm doing exactly.... nothing.  Damn!  

I mark the date, make an appointment, set the reminders; one for the event itself and another to buy a gift. Yes, this is going to require shelling out some cash!   I then forget all about this all important event until all kinds of bells and whistles alert me 48 hours before the event, that I MUST attend lil johnnie's birthday party at the local pool.  Oh joy!.

When did I become so dependent on technology!!  I don't even wear a wristwatch anymore for crissakes!  Nope, I grab my phone when I want to find out the time.  

Am I one of those people that check my phone often throughout the day just to see if I've gotten any new messages, phone calls, or emails?  Yep.  Guilty as charged. 

Do I panic when my green bars turn orange.  You better believe it buster! 

Have I been known to be late for work because I couldn't leave home without finding my phone?  Hangs head in remorse

Do I feel loved and appreciated when someone sends me a txt message, even if it is a payment reminder to pay my cellular bill?  Yeppers!

Can I effectively answer your question on what I'm doing on the 12th of never?  In a freakin hearbeat, ...just let me check my calendar! 

Dumb Brunette

"The reason, Ms Schutt, that your car door on the rear passenger drivrrs side, won't open isn't because of a faulty locking mechanism.   It's because the child safety key/latch is active."

No more need be said.

As The Mist Leaves No Scar

AS THE MIST LEAVES NO SCAR

As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn, then fall to sleep.

As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
So will we endure
When one is gone and far.
-Leonard Cohen

It's a feel good song!

Once in a while, a song comes along that just makes you smile.  I happen to love this song and thought I'd share it with my blog stalkers.  (It's a feel good song!)

Javier Colon "As Long As We Got Love"

Priceless

Those who know me, know that every year around Memorial Day I make the annual trek down to Ypsilanti to spruce up the cemetery plots where my grandparents and parents are buried.  I've been doing this since I was little child with my mother; since my parents passed away its been with my brother Terry.  We agreed to let my sister Peggy in about 8 years ago.  This year, we extended the fun to include my older brother Ron and older sister Pat. 

This isn't a solemn event.   We go down to trim up the trees, edge around the head and foot stones and plant flowers.  We also take the time to remember our heritage and to take a trip down memory lane.  Last night was no exception.  It was nice to be there with my siblings (four out five were there; Judy, we missed you!).

  That's my sister Pat supervising my brother Ron (and wife Pearl) on flower placement.

 This is the whole crew surveying the situation deciding what needs to be done.

  And Blaine Joseph got in to the act by helping me clean up around my grandparents headstone

And this is my parents plot.  If you will notice, that is a beer can sitting atop the headstone.   It is appropriate, as my parents wouldn't have it any other way.  You're not a Schulz if you don't drink a beer when you work!

Pat brought some of Judy and Duane's homemade wine.  When the job was finished, we toasted our parents and to family.  I'm pretty sure that Mom and Dad were smiling at that very moment.

Did the night end at the cemetery?  Hell no!  LOL

We took the river road and made our way to Montpelier and the Dally Up Bar for some burgers and beer!

Laughter, a few tears, and a whole lot of love!

It was a priceless evening and one that will be stored in the memory banks forever.

Driven

Recently I've been struggling with my running program.  My body is strong but my lungs are weak.  Or maybe it's my drive, will, determination, focus, inspiration that are weak.

I have a few people in my life that amaze me on a daily basis. 

My nieces Joan and Karen are two of those people.  They've been driven to succeed at a very early age.

Karen has a double Masters in Chemistry (don't ask me anything more than that) and is working on her Doctorate.  She spends countless hours in the lab working on her thesis project.  Some days her work fails, some days it shows no results, and some days she has success.  Whatever happens, she moves steadily forward towards her goal...finishing.  Driven.

Joan has her  Ph.D in Cancer Biology and recently completed the final phase of her Ph.D/MD program by graduating from U of Minnesota Medical School.  (In 8 years).    She and her husband Matt leave for Chapel Hill, NC to start the next chapter of her (their) life - residency in Internal Medicine with a Fellowship in Hematology.  When I asked her how long that would take, she said 6-8 years, to which someone replied, "Knowing Joan, she'll finish in 5".  Driven.

I have a friend  who just ran  his second marathon (26.2 miles).  Last year he finished in 5:34.  His goal was to shave an hour off his time and run it in 4:30.  At the half-marathon point (13.1 miles), he was on pace with his time.  For whatever reason, he fell off his pace at mile 14 and lost his focus.  He struggled that last half of the race and ended up walking a majority of it.  He said that he wanted to quit (and almost did), but he kept on going. He did finish, in a time of 5:45. When I asked him what kept him going, he said, "I honestly don't know."  It doesn't matter to me (although it does to him).  The point here is that he kept going!   Driven.

What drives a person to continue a marathon when their goal has been shattered?  What kind of determination makes a med student finish a Ph.D/MD program in 8 years or to have a double Masters and work towards a Doctorate?

What makes people so driven?  What personality trait do they possess that makes them continue on despite the disappointments along the way?  Is it the personal goal to succeed? The stubbornness of showing people that it can be done regardless of what anyone thinks? Are they born with it or do they want to have something soooo bad that they'll stop at nothing to get it? 

You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an exuberance that erupts through the skin and joins the energy that created the world. ~Sheila Graham

Whatever inspires them is of no matter to me, I guess.  What does matter is that They inspire me   every day.  And maybe with that inspiration, perhaps I'll find my drive and will to succeed!

Namaste'

Sherry

Dont Give Up!

Most great people have attained their greatest success just one step beyond their greatest failure. ~ Napoleon Hill

Adversity

Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit ~ Napoleon Hill

Message to my Mom

Today is Mother's Day. 

 I woke up feeling blue and sad; I cried tears before a foot even touched the ground. 

 My thoughts were of you.

I miss you.

I should have been taking you out for lunch and honoring you with giftsor card with cheerful words, but instead my tears flowed like a river down my face.  

I miss you.

You were my rock.  You loved me unconventionally.  You dried my tears,

 hugged the sorrow away, and tended my wounds.

I miss you.

You listened when no one would.  You helped ease the pain in my darkest hours. 

I miss you.

You laughed at my silly jokes, made sure that I was fed and clothed, and loved on a daily basis.

I miss you.

You didn't care that I was a loner, you encouraged me to be who I am, for no one but myself.

  You taught me that it was OK to "just be me."

I miss you.

You were the one voice person in the world who knew what I was feeling

 just by hearing my "hello."  You knew how to dig in to my soul and ease the pain,

 just by holding me and whispering "it will be OK". 

I miss you.

I miss your your laughter, your touch, the way you played ragtime piano so hard the pictures fell off.  I miss your fried chicken, your love of flowers, the twinkle in your eye at an joke,

 and they way loved to love to eat watermelon

 when it was forbidden (when you were on dialysis).

I miss you.

You've been gone from this earth for 18 years.  But you live on inside me. 

 I will never be half the woman you were Mom.  You live on in my heart, my mind, and my soul.

I miss you. 

I love you.

Two Sides

I follow my joy and my heartbreak simultaneously because they’re two sides of the same coin. ~ Steve Pavlina -

Sick Day

Yes, that nasty cold that had me in a funk yesterday took a turn for the worst last night during yoga classes.  I was so doped up on cold medicine yesterday tha I was almost comatose.  Why I thought I could effectively teach two yoga classes is beyond me.   I did teach, albeit not very effectively.  (Well, I shouldn't say that.  I did a lot more guided relaxation than I normally do and the students seemed to have enjoyed that).  

I went home and straight to bed after downing some Nyquil.  That stuff does some funky things to me.  It's like I was asleep but not really asleep...know what I mean?  And the dreams I had?!  Oh my gosh!   Needless to say, when the alarm went off at 4:45 this morning, there was no way in H#$% that I was going in to work.   So I took only my second sick day in a 12 month period.  The first was for a migraine headache last fall. 

Between naps and being bored out of my mind (yes, I said "Bored"), I cleaned up my business emails, deleted old emails and categorized my in box.  I updated my yoga blog with a cute story and now I'm sitting here typing out some thoughts about being sick.  For the record....it sucks!

Ut oh!

I managed to stay illness free all winter long.  I thought I was on the home stretch and no longer had to worry.

Ya, not so much!

The damp, cold, cloudy weather of the last few days is doing a number on me.  My throat feels like it's on fire, my chest feels like it's in a vice grip, and body feels like its sitting in an igloo!

I'm not happy about this at all.

Am I whining?  You bet your sweet patootie I am!

Dont Judge Me

Don't judge me until you know me. Don't underestimate me until you challenge me. And don't talk about me until you talk to me! -- Will Smith

Salads

They're good for you.  Right?

Until you add on the good stuff: cheese, meat, boiled egg, chow mein noodles, salad dressing. 

And I always eat the good stuff first and leave the lettuce ....which is the better stuff, healthier at least.

I need to rethink my salad strategy.

Sunshine.

Ok, if someone isn't out enjoying this sunshine, I'm going to be highly disappointed!  It's freaking beautiful outside!

Fishing, riding the Harley or just sitting in the sun soaking up the rays with s good book and an adult beverage. It makes no difference!   Just enjoy it!  (For me too please!)

Bring on the rain!

I don't necessarily mind cold, wet, rainy days.

The wind is howling at 40+ mph, we've had over an inch of rain, and the temp is only around 50 (feels colder with the wind). 

I mean, it kinda forces us indoors to do "indoor things" like read a book, watch a movie, take a nap, chat with a friend on the phone, paint my nails, update blogs, daydream and NOT feel guilty cuz we're indoors.  

Seems that life gets fast paced so much of the time that we need these rainy days to slow us down so we can enjoy the good stuff.... relaxation.

So go ahead and enjoy the rainy day.  They don't get me down so much cuz I find ways to enjoy them! 

I have a festish!

Made ya look didn't I?! 

Yes, I've crossed over to the dark side.  I have a pen fetish!

I get absolutely giddy with anticipation at the prospect of buying a new pen.  There are soooo many choices.  Colors, microball, gel, ball point, Bic, Marquis (my personal favorite!).

  I mean...Really!   How do you choose??

I can lose myself for hours doodling away on those little "try me" pieces of paper they so thoughtfully provide. 

It is rather like trying out a new car.  The pen if desire HAS to drive smooth with minimal effort to the handler.  A smooth drive wins me over every time.

So...wanna make me happy?   Its simple...buy me a smooth driving pen...then leave me alone.  Lol

Wacky Wednesday

I've affectionately labeled Wednesday as wacky.

  Why?

Because I have made it through Monday and Tuesday only to find myself with a somewhat befuddled mind.

Wednesday wakeups find me dazed and confused ...yearning for the days of clarity (otherwise known as "the weekend")

So...have at it wacky Wednesday ...give me all you've got.  Only two sleeps until the weekend! 

Fuel for the tummy!

As I sit on my lunch break and feed my face...I get an email from a fitness friend about "fueling your body" like you would fuel your car.  Long trips require more fuel and short trips require less.

This gets me to thinking. 

That homemade pizza on Saturday was worth at least a couple of trips around the world! Lol

Torn Between Two Trainers

Yes, it has happened to me.  I'm stuck between the fabulous Jayme, who works me hard, makes me sweat and gives me the attention that I'm seeking in the gym.  And Jarad, the intense but quiet one who encourages and advises me in to each and every exercise with the pride of a coach sending his team out to battle for the first time.

Ok, so I'm a little melodramatic here.  LOL   But yes, I am torn between Jayme and Jarad.  Now, if you saw both of these young men, you would probably say that being between them isn't such a bad place to be.  (hmm, Who said that?!).

Jayme had to take a break for a few weeks due to injuries and recertification.  Jarad competently stepped up to the plate and took me under his wing.  I learned something new from him each and every time we met.

I kinda like that....the learning  part.  I should actually be  writing all of their tips and wisdom down so when it comes time for me to fly solo (shudders at the thought!), I will have something to guide me. 

But I digress. 

The point is, I was getting used to Jarad and his softspoken ways, but killer workouts.  We were building a repoire with each other.  I began to trust him.

Then.....

Jayme calls me Sunday night.   "When can I see you next week?"

My heart sank to my toes.  "What about Jarad?" I ask...feeling guilty for stepping out on my new trainer, yet excited to be back with Jayme.

"You're my client, Jarad was just there for you temporarily until I could get my issues cleared up."  Ahhh, a man who takes charge.  Not entirely a bad thing, when I'm willing to let go and let him lead.

He senses my hesitation.  "Unless you want to continue with Jarad?" 

Oh noooo..... there it is!  The "don't you want me anymore?" hurt in his voice. 

I panic.  What do I say?  (Think fast Sherry!)

"No, I want to be back with you" I whisper...almost as if I'm afraid Jarad was listening the conversation.   "Who will tell him...you or me?"  I ask hesitantly.

"I will let him know that you'll be on my schedule" Jayme says, "See you on Tuesday, be ready to rock!"

And rock we did!  Three sets, 10-12 reps, alternating weights, 20 minutes of cardio and a whole lot of sweat.

I wonder if Jarad will take me back.  LOL!

Just kidding guys!  You both rock in my book and I'm happy to call you my trainers.  Jarad, when Jayme leaves me again (he graduates in May), you're my guy...I promise!  :)

But I Don't Want To!

Why is it when I get going on a project, I look at the clock and it says 11:30 pm.  All my adult sensibilities say "Go to bed Sherry, 5 AM comes awfully early."

Then my inner child kicks in and protests, kicking and scremaning, "But I don't WANNA go to bed yet, I'm not tired!"

Guess which one wins.  LOL

Goodnight Blog Stalkers....sweet dreams! 

Even I Have Limits!

No denying it; I love food.  Haven't met a food I don't like yet.  Oh wait!  I take that back.  I'm not a fan of liver and onions. (blech!)

What I've noticed though is this....  you want people to open up and relax, there are two safe topics to discuss:  food and the weather.    Am I wrong here?? 

Now, I'm all about food. My lifelong battle with weight and weight loss pretty much is a testament to just how much I LOVE food.  But there are somethings that just do NOT go together.

1) Pickles and Chocolate Cake.   (I guess if you're pregnant it has merit)
2) Pineapple Pizza.   (That's just wrong!)
3) Apple Pie and Cheese (Why?)
4) Radish and Bread Sandwiches (Sorry Dad, I thought it was strange as a kid and I STILL think it's strange!)
5) Potato chips in soda pop (My brother like this.  I know.  Keep in mind you can't pick your family).
6) Bacon and Peanut Butter sandwiches.  (Ewwwwww!!)

Now, I'm not a food snob, and I'm generally an adventurous person.  Hell, I'll try anything once to say that "I've tried it and I still don't like it!"  but seriously, some of these combinations are just plain not right.

But, to those that think they're the best thing since the beginning of time, you all go for it.  I'll be waiting in the sidelines with the Tums and Rolaids for ya!  :)

Devil Woman.

My left eye is red and bloodshot ...makes me look slightly demonic.  I have no idea what I did to it.  Blew a blood vessel perhaps?  Scratched it in my sleep?  No idea...but it certainly has been a topic of conversation today. 

Oh...and I haven't had this many people look so deeply in to my eyes since ....Hmmm...college when I fell off the picnic table at campout.  (Some stories are better left untold!)I :)

Even Yoginis Get Sick

Its hard to keep a good woman down...and tonight I'm down.  I even cancelled my yoga classes tonight.

What has me down? Stomach blues and headache woes. Hubster had it yesterday ...logic would say I got it from him.  Thanks honey!

My stomach blues are subsiding but ended up taking my migraine medication a bit ago.  Though its helping some its not going away.  I hate migraines!

Hope I get better so I can go to work tomorrow!

What a weekend!

Yesterday was beautiful.  I picked up my mother in law and we had our usual Saturday outing to the grocery store then out for lunch.  Me with my customary bowl of soup and her with her 1/2 of a hot pork sandwich.  She was hungry cuz she gobbled it up in no time flat.  She needs it..I think she weighs 100 lbs IF she is lucky.

I had planned to go to the gym, but then my nephew Blaine called and asked "what are you doing?"  When he says that, I always know he really doesn't care what I'm doing, but rather how he can relay to me that what he wants to do is far better than anything I may have planned.  It worked. 

I picked Blaine up and up to WalMart we went to cruise the aisles for my much needed household items. While, I might add, he chatted me up and down the aisles.  My guy so likes to talk!  But he had me in stitches when he asked me, "Do you need any Red Solo Cups?"  I lost it right then and there!  Of course, he was said it innocently as we were standing right by the red Solo cups. LOL  I, however,  was reminded of the song "Red Solo Cup" by Toby Keith and started to sing "commence to party."  (Those of you who know me well KNOW that I do NOT sing! but that moment dictated that I step outside my comfort zone!) LOL  It was priceless because he started laughing...as did the other three people standing beside us! 

From there we went up to IDK for a beer.  And heck...why not hot wings and french fries too!  We were there anyways!  He is so well known that I swear half the patrons of the IDK said "Hey Blaine" as we walked in.   I dropped him off at my sisters place as they were going to watch the KU (Kansas University) basketball game.  Peggy, of course, has loyalties to the team because Karen did her Masters through KU.  I left them alone to drink and holler at the TV, refs, players and anyone else that was causing KU to be behind in the game.  Their rantings and yelling musta worked cuz KU pulled it out of their asses in OT.  Way to go Jayhawks!

Needless to say, getting to the gym didn't happen.  But when the diversion is Blaine, I'll gladly give up the gym anytime!
Today, I PLANNED on going to the gym this afternoon, but this stupid thing called SNOW arrived in the north land.  Epic Fail!  So here I am, updating my blogs, cooking a nice ham dinner, listening to music and giving my body a much needed break from exercise for a few days (that's my story and I'm sticking to it!)

I'll prepare for the week ahead in a couple hours but for now, I'm relaxing and thinking good thoughts. 

Lazy Sunday's are good once in a while.  I need to remember to take more of them.