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Some stuff you just can’t categorize. This is that stuff…

First Grouse Grind in 3 Years

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Well today was the day. I haven’t done the Grouse Grind since before I got pregnant with mini-man, nearly 3 years ago. Life is different than it was back then, and I’m in WAY worse shape lol. Now that the grind is open for the season, I figured I might as well try and work this in to my regular life.

I’ve decided to try and do the grind once a week for the summer. That would make my complete exercise regimen one Grouse Grind, one 90 minute hot yoga class and two kickboxing classes each week. I never was a big fan of going to the gym with all the other gym rats, so I have to keep things fun.

Anyway, I started out at 12:10pm today – had to take advantage of nap time in order to fit it in. It wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it would be, despite people looking at me oddly given I kept stopping to take photos. I realized that I didn’t have much in the way of Grouse Grind photos to use in my work, so I might as well take some. Who knows if they’re any good. Posting them here will be the first glimpse I get of them.

Here’s the view from about half way up:

So I’ll shamefully admit my time was roughly one hour and 16 minutes. It’s a far cry from my pre-motherhood days of 53 minutes, which I’d thought was still relatively slow. And there was this guy who was much like a gazelle who kept bounding up around me and then waiting for his friends… I’d pass him while he waited and then again he’d spring up and past me taking what seemed like 3m leaps. Crazy. I’m not built like that, and I never will be, but that’s okay.

Here’s hoping this Mother Nature’s Stairmaster can whip my booty into shape this year.

Amazing Baby Drummer

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Here’s my cool find of the day.

Here I thought I was going to be well ahead of the game with plans to get mini-man a drum kit for Christmas this year… he’ll be almost 3 by then. Maybe I should have got it last Christmas, I don’t know.

I’m amazed at how quickly kids pick stuff up if you only take the time to nurture their curiosities.

A Letter to My Thighs

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Dear Quads,

I do apologize for the assault on Thursday night. The crab walking and endless kicks were not my idea. I, like you, prefer to hang out in a relaxed state, martini in hand, on a nice lawn chair somewhere. I completely understand your frustration with the type of endeavour, especially given that we’ve been sick and have missed several kickboxing classes as of late. You know I try my best not to miss, but sometimes it’s simply unavoidable. Why so angry?

Please reconsider the punishment you are offering. Without the ability to lower myself slowly to a seated position, I might actually break something whilst falling to the floor in a heap. I do have a two-year-old after all, and I have to be able to fold you underneath me without tears so I can participate in the day’s floor activities – blocks, crayons and the like.

I do hope you’ll feel a little better about the situation tomorrow. Please just know it was unintentional – I would never purposely create a rift between us. I love you quads.

xoxo

Waiting for Nothing

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Do you ever have an overwhelming sense that you should be doing something? Like maybe something’s about to happen or you’re on the verge of something exciting? I’m not sure what it is, but it drives me crazy. I am completely unable to sit and do nothing. My brain hurts from all the info floating around in there, yet I can’t seem to sit down, relax and slow it all down. I think about work; I think about mini-man; I think about my future; I wonder if I should get a new job; I look for new jobs; I browse Facebook; I have something to eat; I read a page in a book; I check my email; I check the listings channel on the TV; I check my work email; I look at my google analytics account… for WORK! How sad is that?! I can’t stop…

When I do nothing I feel like I’m wasting my life, but when I’m busy I feel like I’m missing my life. Am I crazy? … Really. Is this what it’s like to be rubber-room, straight jacket crazy? Am I ruining my kid with my neuroses? I’m busy all the time, but when I’m not busy I find something to do that means absolutely nothing yet takes up loads of time. I’m supposed to call my sister tonight, but haven’t done it yet, I’m getting tired (it’s only 8:15?!) and I’m thinking of just curling up in bed with a book knowing full well I’ll read a paragraph and nod off.

I feel like I’ve finally (after only 2 years lol) figured out how to be a mom, but now I have to figure out how to be me again. Where am I? Who am I?

Well, as a random share, here’s a picture from where I work. My band played on the mountain on Saturday… it definitely doesn’t suck to be me, despite the whining…

Family Time

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… About that whole “seeking balance” thing… today is a great day! My wonderful mother-in-law came over this morning (with my sister-in-law… must give credit where credit is due) for breakfast and to hang out with my amazing mini-man while my big-man and I went to church together… on his crazy-fast GSXR-750 crotch rocket :D fun! I think ours is the only church that really should have bike parking. It’s starting to amass a following of leather-clad rocketeers who serve the Lord lol!

But again I digress… fun times. I haven’t been on his bike in quite a while. I’ve become a bit of a nervous nelly since becoming a mom over 2 years ago, but I guess that’s a God-given instinct: protecting your life. The mini-man thought it was very cool that mommy was getting on the back of daddy’s motorcycle. I think he wanted to come too, but there’s no way. He’s not riding until he’s at least 42.

So this afternoon we’re headed out to enjoy the sunshine by the pool, sipping cool beverages with friends while caked in SPF 50 and enjoying inflatable things filled with water and bits of grass and such… you probably know how it is. I will do my best to relax while running around trying to make sure the mini-man doesn’t fall in the in-ground pool, but instead sticks to the inflated variety. I should wear a hat.