to run or not to run...

i have never enjoyed running outdoors (i prefer the simple consistency of a 20 minute treadmill run 2 to 3 times a week ..when i'm actually "going" to the gym), but living in a cabin for four weeks with the "pantry from hell" (goodies, goodies and more goodies)  and the boat doubling as "margaritaville" during the day....some form of calorie reducing  exercise would be required. luckily or not so luckily the amazing women that hang at EBL (East Barreier Lake) for the summer are almost all runners.  not just runners, BUT RUNNERS!  and in cabin country you don't run alone.  why you ask?  well, this is were the song from the wizard of oz kicks in ..."lions and tigers and bears.. oh my" but at ELB we sing it more like this "cougars and bears and wolfs... oh my".  so, i either run with the "RUNNERS" or i get a bad case of muffin top.

so here's the low down, i would fake it till i make it!  I had been back at the gym a whopping 3 times since apparently joining EBL's "unofficial" running club!  so i was thinking that they would look at me and realize "ok, we'll take it easy on her, she clearly hasn't been at the gym for a while".  NOPE.

THE RUNNERS;

"i'll pick you up at 8:00 and we'll do the horse shoe"

ME;

"umm, what kind of run is that exactly?

THE RUNNERS;

"well, it's approximatly 5km with 2 small hills and 3 large ones."  "don't worry dina, it's quite easy."

ME ;

(in my head i'm thinking)

"sweet jesus, are these ladies crazy...EASY...(yelling in my head now)...i'm so going to freak'n die tomorrow"

(my response to the RUNNERS)

"sounds great, see ya with bear bells on!"

all of my life with very few exceptions, i have  "pushed my comfort zone".  why? because it flat out makes me feel alive to be a little scared and nervous (i kind of get a sick rush from it, especially when i succeed at whatever i'm doing).  so you've got to know my tail feather was wagging  a little when after the four weeks were up i had run the "horse shoe" every day but five (and out of those five days three of them i biked 5 and 10km!).

perhaps the distraction of great conversation, a generation one ipod shuffle playing "oh na, na, what's my name" and pushing through the run before something (animal) believes i am indeed something they could consume in one if not two bites got me through the tuff parts! but whatever it was i actually started to like it maybe even LOVE it!  by the way i would like to welcome back my leg muscles. thank you for finally reappearing after your long, unwelcome hiatus...i'm hoping you will stay a while this time.

so in the end i vote to run...

memories "safe"ly kept....

i've never been much for "journaling", i could never be consistent! mind you i never thought my life was that exciting either!  but once i had my first child (che') i was motivated to document her birth and her first weeks of life.  now, knowing my past experiences in "documenting" i didn't think it would last! five and a half years later, i'm currently on che's **8th** journal and amara's **3rd**.  i've coined them "living journals" and they contain entries, drawings, pictures, handprints, lockets of hair, ticket stubs, sports day ribbons and much more!  who knew that these small bound bundles of paper could be such a potent depiction of my children's upbringing and something i cherish dearly!

i think the reason i'm so passionate about "the journals" is because my memory stinks!  i've had a few stories been brought up about "me" in the past doing something "outlandish" and i can't for the life of me remember doing it!?  now, it could be for my own safety (selective remembering that is) with having two girls i can "lie" with a clear conscience ("NO.. mommy never went in a bikini contest!"), because i don't really remember!  all i can say is the memory loss has compelled me to document my little people's life's for purely selfish reasons...ME!

to be perfectly honest they are my most valued possessions outside of  greg and the girls (and of course my other family and friends too!).  if my house were to go up in smoke (knock on wood) the drill would go something like this:

wake up greg

get the kids out of the house

go back and wake up greg again

grab journals (and hard drive…duh)

try to wake greg up again (way more aggressively)

get out of the house (with greg! as you may have guessed greg's a sound sleeper.)

so, out of fear that i wouldn't have time to grab them (the journals), i purchased a SAFE!  now, most people would put their stolen jewels, important documents, false identifications, incriminating evidence and cash in it!

BUT my SAFE is full of priceless MEMORIES that can never be replaced…

the art of hooky..

as some of you may have guessed i'm not an academic!  i'm an artist and being an artist i felt that SCHOOL was not all that interesting (at times). so in feeling this way i played hooky, i did my lions share of it!  am i proud of my lost days of education...well, looking back it was a bit excessive BUT  I turned out to be a high functioning person of society and i like to think i'm successful in my own way (so in other words...it's in the past!).

BUT hooky is in my blood, the thought of playing hooky makes me giggle and it opens up the day to a wonderful, crazy adventure that i would normally NOT be doing!

so of course i WILL play HOOKY with my GIRLIES at least once a year!

THE RULES OF HOOKY ARE AS FOLLOWS;

can not be done on a "normal" day off

BUT not on important school days (i do have some form of standards people!)

hooky can last anywhere from 2 hours up to a full 8!

sneeking around is a must

tell a few people that might spread the word and join in

tell a few people who HATE the idea and frown upon it (that's my husband and his mother) it makes the excitement of doing it far more grand!

strategically plan the event in advance (or else you may decide to clean the house instead)

plan a back up plan

play. eat. drink. and BE MERRY! it's only done once a year so enjoy it!

hooky begins!

"don't eat spiders" was the first request!

a quick car ride!

lunch packed in awkward basket!

hooky at it's finest!