Most people know I’m getting married in less than 2 weeks during the Reno-Tahoe Odyssey. The people that know us well, know this is the absolute perfect setting for us to take the next step in our almost 5 year relationship. A good friend commented that Pete’s trek up Gold Hill Leg #30 (and all the other hills we’ll have run up and down before we reach Virginia City) is the perfect metaphor for the successes and challenges one often faces in life, and in love. Insert “marriage” for “life” in the following quote and you have one of many reasons we are merging our wedding with running:
“Training for a race is sort of like a metaphor for life—it shows you how important goals are, it shows you how much you are capable of, it shows you the power of dedication. “—Ashley Cadaret, Running: A Love Story, Other Voices blog, Runner’s World.com
Curious about how this wedding will work? Check out this radio interview with my husband-to-be and the race director:
The word “bullying” entered my vocabulary at the beginning of my son’s first grade year. He was being bullied in the classroom and the principal’s response was “kids need to accept their weaknesses and learn from them.” Really, for a six-year old? I didn’t agree and we soon switched from this supposedly fabulous charter school to our neighborhood school. Upon visiting, my son noticed a bulletin board about a zero tolerance policy for bullying. He asked me what it meant, I explained, and he asked when he could start going to school there. The bullying didn’t stop when we switched schools, but how it was addressed definitely improved. Zero tolerance? Absolutely. Until this year.
My son has always been small, and we’ve been to specialist after specialist, and spent thousands of dollars on tests. He has delayed bone age+ADHD which historically contributes to growth issues - on medication or not+learning disabilities+a really short mom and really tall dad, who were both late-growers. So, he either gets picked on for his size, or for his grades, or both. Most days it feels like a no-win situation.
Today we were at one of those specialists, a pediatric endocrinologist. After taking a break for a few years, we’re back on the “trying to figure out what’s wrong” path. She asked him about what he does on the playground during recess. “Nothing” was his answer. She asked why and he said because he’s too little, kids won’t let him play games with them and they make fun of him. So, he walks around with a girl he’s friends with or talks to the duty teacher. When the doctor asked if he’s talked to his teacher about this, he said she just tells the kids to stay away from each other. A GIANT missed opportunity for helping kids understand how to respect each other and be inclusive. It took everything I had not to have a complete breakdown in the exam room. No wonder he hates school.
Tonight was the College Slam Dunk contest. Did the biggest player win? Nope. The smallest player did. James Justice. You can watch one of his awesome dunks here. Funny thing, the smallest player won last year too - Jacob Tucker. It was such an awesome moment to show my son that size had nothing to do with his ability to succeed at something. I never know what’s going to stick, but I know I’ll continue to use James Justice as a symbol of “you can do anything.” Thank you Martin Methodist for believing in him as a college athlete.
I’d love for the kids on the playground to meet James or Jacob on the court. I’m pretty sure after one awesome dunk, the “you’re too little” put-down would be long gone. But since that’s unrealistic, I’m hoping my son’s teachers see Bully. Our school district just launched a major campaign against cyberbullying, but if they don’t also address in-person bullying, nothing is going to change - at school or online. I’m hoping the national conversation around Bully fixes that.
Ok, not really. But it got your attention, right?
I don’t eat donuts. The last time I ate a donut was when a friend brought me one with sprinkles, we ended up talking life stuff, and a few months later she was moving into the office next door. That was two years ago. I’m also getting married in three months, so I don’t think I fit the description of a slut since we’ve been together for over four and half years.
But apparently a KOLO8 viewer thinks I eat donuts, because that was her way of insulting the organization I run and the people we were honoring at our annual awards lunch. Us “donut eaters” are terrible people because we’re pushing toxic vaccines. Another viewer referred to us as “propaganda pushers”. Classic examples of the problems surrounding the immunization debate - disrespectful communication and unwillingness to have a conversation. They post online, they send me hate mail with no return address and they leave insulting voice mails with no return phone number.
On the other side of the country, a bunch of old white men have waged a war on women and their reproductive rights, including publicly insulting a 30 year law student. The contraception debate is full of disrespectful communication and unwillingness to have a conversation. This post pretty much sums it up from the perspective of a woman/mother who serves: http://www.jessicascott.net/blog/2012/03/i-am-not-a-slut/ Take out the soldier references, and I could have written this post. So could have all the women I know.
I absolutely believe that everyone has the right to make choices in their lives - and for me that extends to every decision we’re faced with - good or bad. I may not support the decisions that someone else makes, but I respect the fact that we have the freedom to disagree. Political parties aside, when did degrading people on a national, public level become acceptable? And we wonder why have such an epidemic of bullying in our schools. It’s never going to go away unless adults stop the behavior as well.
I am incredibly proud of the work I do, and I’m incredibly thankful to be able to make my own choice about having more children or not. If that makes me a slutty donut eater, then bring on the sprinkles!
I slept in today. I missed my first KAIA class (mon-wed) since November. I’ve missed a few yoga days, and a couple optional days, but today was the first workout day. The reality was I was exhausted and I needed to catch up on sleep. I’ve gotten about 12 hours of sleep over the last three days. Work, parenting, life have all taken a front seat; and sleep hasn’t been a priority. I also knew it had snowed a lot, but driving in snow doesn’t scare me - how other people drive does!! So, the combination of the two kept me in bed.
I know part of being as healthy as I can be involves getting enough sleep. That’s been challenging lately, but I’m committing myself to changing that. I’ve been reading a lot about the effects of sleep - especially the lack of. My goal is to try for at least 6 hours of sleep a night, which means in bed by 10:30 pm starting tonight.
Runners are awesome people, everywhere, all over the world. Proud to be a #motherrunner.
Today was the Run for Sherry. My bib wouldn’t stay on, so I folded it up and ran with it in my pocket for 11 miles - it got pretty sweaty! I knew I would be running alone for most of it, but I wasn’t by myself. I started with friends who had shorter runs to do, and the rest of my run was full of other runners, walkers, cyclists, strollers, dogs (poop on my shoe and all) and more. I thought about how hard and unfair life can be sometimes, and the strength we need to make it through those days. I don’t usually quote Britney lyrics, but I do have Stronger on my iPod, and it was the perfect song for today’s run. The power of women collectively supporting each other is amazing, and I definitely felt it today. I have incredible, inspiring women in my life (along with a few good men), I wouldn’t be where I am today without their love & support. Thank you.
This is awesome. I especially love the IEP photo. Priceless.