victory is sweet.: June 2012

Monday, June 18, 2012

our second fathers day.

This day went so well. I am so lucky to be married to this man. He is honestly the best, most helpful father myself and our son could ever hope for. Every day since our son was born Wade has done anything and everything to help me from changing Charlie's tar filled diapers to letting me have a nap here and there. I like to think I tell Wade how much I appreciate him more than once a year but because of his awesomeness he deserves a full blog post lol.

This year we took him to a Bluejays game along with the rest of Wade's family. This was Charlie's first baseball game and honestly for being almost two he was an angel. At the beginning of the game I got Charlie a Lawrie shirt to match daddy's. Around the 8th inning Charlie started to get antsy so we took turns taking him for walks. During one of my turns I took him to the standing area where you could still see the entire field and game and it was at the exact moment a home run was hit and a dad stood up and caught the ball with this baseball cap. His son who was about 4 years old was standing right beside him, I could see his face clearly the exact moment his dad caught the ball and it was bursting with excitement, joy, wonder and just plain awe for his dad. I was holding Charlie at the time and hugged him and started to cry. I thought we are both so lucky to have Wade in our lives and I was excited for the day when I get to see a moment like that happen between Charlie and his dad.

We honestly had a great day. I could not be more proud of Wade and I know just how lucky we are to have him.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

getting there.

I have posted about running before, I have written about how I have always wanted to do it but then didn't go for it. Well now I am going for it. I have been training for about 4 weeks now and I have already accomplished so much. First I actually got out there and did it. I got off my butt and started running. Then I ran my first 5K (I wrote about it here.) I've signed up for my first (5k on my birthday) and second (10k) races, then on Friday I ran my first 10k! this is something I thought I would never be able to imagine let alone actually do. but I did it!

At the start of our run (my husband and I) I told myself I was going to do it! When we got to 3k I told myself that so far it was a nice warm up now it was time for the real run. Then I got to 5k and was like, oh God how do I have another 5 to go? At 6 I started to fade and then at 7k I just pushed. I pushed my body forward and pushed some more. I don't run with music, I like to concentrate on my breathing and be able to hear myself think. I need to constantly push either by coaxing myself to keep going and not to quit or yell at myself. At 7k I started yelling at myself in an 80's aerobics instructors voice saying, "three more!... two more!... just one more!" lol. It worked. At 9 I kept repeating just 6 more minutes of running. I could barely feel my feet and my hips were in pain but I pushed. I got to 10k and felt like puking, but I did it. That's all I said to myself over and over, "I did it, I just did it."

My favourite thing about running is that I am only in competition with myself and I am addicted. Each time I head out I push for better times and farther distance. It's my time and it always gives me a chance to feel proud of myself. I am not good at that and this helps me. For me it's the best kind of therapy. Also something else wonderful is that its something my husband and I do together. He can run a fast 10k. I think his best time is under 50 min but in order to help me accomplish a goal, he did an easy run and stayed with me to make sure I didn't give up. my time was 1:12 and I am proud. I know it's not great but I did it. That's all that matters to me. And now I can push to go faster and harder the next time, and the time after that and the time after that.