Inspiration

Working Out and Working It Out

Six months ago I took a leap of faith and started teaching fitness classes. It was nerve wracking but exhilarating at the same time. And now, six months later I love it and look forward to each class. I also wrote an essay about my experience and I’m so happy (and proud) to share it with you.

I’ve been quiet here. Not sure how to handle this space, how to handle my writing and my hopes for this site, but I think I’m back.

Enjoy! https://whatsgood.vitaminshoppe.com/2017/09/21/fitness-instructor-44-years-old/

Inspiration

Patience

I started running again last week. And it didn’t go well. I typically don’t run over the winter. I don’t like treadmills, I don’t like running in the dark, I don’t like running in the ice and snow. That combination makes it pretty tough to run through a Minnesota winter. But I stay in shape with hockey and boot camp and, this year, some cross-country skiing.

So running last week was tough. A year ago at this time I had my arm in a sling and I was limited to a careful walk. I know, boring. When I was finally cleared to run, three months post, I started where I had left off, with a three mile loop. I did that a few times a week and gradually I developed Plantar Facsiatis and IT Band Syndrome. But guess who kept running?

On Thanksgiving morning I ran a rather meager 5k, my online incentive the cinnamon roll at the finish line. Needless to say, I need help.

I downloaded the Couch-2-5k app and I’m giving it a shot. It’s teaching me patience. To listen to my body. And not push it like last summer. The first two runs were okay. It’s amazing how different running is for your body. That constant motion vs the interval training I’m used to. At the beginning of a run it’s easy to listen to the prompts, but toward the end I find I have energy left and I want to run farther than my body is ready for.

I’ll get there. Someday. xoxo

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In Knots

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My stomach has been in knots for weeks. And will remain in knots for at least another week. Until this crazy election is done and gone and we can all take a deep breath. I hope I can take a deep breath.

In the meantime, between panic attacks and sips of Pinot Grigio*, I want to share this article that I posted to Facebook nearly a year ago.

It’s a good reminder.

To be nice to each other.

To look out for each other.

To take care of yourself.

*Pinot Grigio is certainly not the best way to handle shitty days, but it helps. Friendly cows with crazy tongues at darling orchards help too. 

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43

Screen Shot 2015-07-26 at 4.10.56 PMToday I turn 43. 43? Where the hell did that come from? One day I was in my mid-twenties, the next I was 40. And now this? I am grateful that I can celebrate 43. And I am grateful that I was able to celebrate it by swimming a mile and then playing in the pool outside with my family. My mom told all her pool friends it was my birthday, and the daughter quickly followed it up with “She’s 43!”. Geez. It’s a tough crowd.

But I’m glad to say I decided to come back here. To this space. To some writing. I hope to make some changes here and be here more often. I’m happy when I’m here. And I hope you’re happy when I show up.

So, get outside, hug your family and enjoy.

JJN

Family

Monday Monday

It’s Monday morning. The world thawed out this weekend and I’m pretty sure we even hit 40 degrees. There was a lot of hockey this weekend, a bit of sledding, lots of cooking, a rocking game of bowling and a bit too much wine. photo[2]So between soggy snow pants and a crock pot full of chunky tomato soup, I’d call it a good weekend.

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1/52

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I’m joining Erin for a year of 52 weeks.

This week you:

• had so much fun with your classmates at a birthday party

• declared Daddy to be the best fort builder, and spent many an hour building them

• cuddled on your bed with a book and pretzels and “read”

• rode “Fancy” the unicorn around and around and around

• tried to teach Bogey how to use the iPad.. you were very patient

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

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And while I’m sick of everyone talking about it, I still have to say, IT’S &&^%$# COLD OUT THERE!. When I’m inside I can almost forget how cold it is out there, until the house “knocks” again and I bolt off the couch. Or when I have to let the dogs out, with the encouraging words, “Be brave, come right back.” Or like this morning when I had to actually make the walk to the garage and sit in a cold-ish car for the 20 minute drive to work. I took husband’s car for the seat warmers, but I don’t think they even warmed up enough by the time I got here. I parked in the center of the parking ramp, between two other cars, hoping to protect the car from the wind of the outside world. I’m safely inside right now, but in a few hours I’ll have to go back out there.

It will be this cold for roughly 48 hours and by this weekend it will be close to above freezing. For many that still sounds cold. But for us folks around here, it means many will be jogging in shorts or sledding in t-shirts. I’ll just be happy to not cough as soon as I get outside.

Stay warm, folks. This, too, shall pass.

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Just Write: Another Showing

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I’ve been missing from this place. Have you noticed? I have. I had major deadlines at work last week, but finally on Thursday things were quiet. Then the weekend hit and there were outings and ice times and hockey games and a showing. Now it’s Monday night and I’m finally able to sit down with myself and write.

Tomorrow we are having yet another showing. I have no idea how many groups have been through our home, but they keep coming. And while we have a contingent offer, we’re still able to show the house in hopes that a stronger offer comes in. Eventually it will. Eventually we’ll be done and we’ll pack and we’ll haul our stuff across town. Yet, we have no idea where that place will be across town. Or when.

It makes it hard to plan ahead. It makes it hard to find a school. It makes it hard to think of anything that’s more than 30 days out. And if you know me you know I like to plan ahead. Yes, even sometimes beyond those 30 days. It makes everything feel like it’s on hold.

Half our stuff is in storage. Photo albums, toys, cake pans, random bits of our lives that we’re missing but don’t realize aren’t here. Most of those things could probably stay in storage forever and we wouldn’t care, but it’s the little things that I miss. My paints, Daughter’s doll house, those cake pans.

And someday we will unpack it. We’ll enter a house that is empty and bare and we’ll gradually make it our own. My easel and paints and sewing machine and supply of paper will find it’s way back to me. Daughter’s doll house and zip car and pipe cleaners will land in her new playroom. Those cake pans and the immersion blender and all those fancy champagne flutes will be unwrapped and lined up neatly. Somewhere. Someday. Somehow.

Meanwhile we wait. We wait.