The hills are my friends

It’s been 8 years since I first ran a Race for the Cure, and 2 years since I first had a lump removed from my breast. I loved running the race again…if I have to be part of this breast cancer battle, I’d rather be the part that gets t-shirts and cheerleaders than the part that gets stitches and get well cards.

I didn’t train for the race this year.  I didn’t even charge up my Ipod.  I didn’t decide for sure about entering until the alarm went off this morning.  I’m glad I did…still, cold weather…great music…great cause…every breath reminding me how good it is to be alive and part of something.

Years ago, my running buddy told me that the hills are my friends because they want to make my legs stronger.  Metaphorically, that may be profound, but this morning it was just a mantra to keep me moving.  I didn’t run the entire 3 miles today, but I ran up all the hills, because you have to hang with your friends.  And I ran down all the hills, because I figure my friends owed me something.


Conflicting feelings

Last night, I watched Biggest Loser and felt skinny.  This morning I tried to zip up my jeans and felt fat.

When my knees ached after running 1.5 miles this morning, I felt old.  Then I came home and helped my MIL dress, and I felt young.

I practiced sign language with my daughter and felt smart because I remembered all the words, then I quizzed my son on his spelling bee words and felt dumb (I would’ve missed philately and mnemonic without the list in front of me).

Clearly my feelings can’t be trusted.  They’re too subjective.

A needed reminder

Our first few weeks of homeschooling rolled by splendidly, with happy children eagerly completing all their work.  Okay, not completely happy.  Okay, not completely eagerly.  But generally happy kids completing all their work with some enthusiasm and minimal griping.  All was peaceful in our little kingdom.

But the peace started eroding as the schedule grew more hectic.  I realized my kids were “forgetting” to do more of their assignments.  Today I got a needed reminder as to why.  I had stopped checking their work daily, checking each subject only each 3-4 days.  I thought they were enough into their routines to carry on.  This morning a friend reminded me of the importance of checking every day to show the kids you care about the work being done on time.  Consequences coming several days later aren’t as meaningful because they’ve already played and visited friends or watched tv for days since the work wasn’t done. 

Sure, we expect that when they’re adults, they’ll be responsible to finish all their work without constant checking.  But they aren’t adults yet.  I am.  So it’s my job to be the responsible one.