Bouncing Back: Spilling over tea/coffee September 2018

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I had this post completely written and scheduled before my race last weekend. Except I scheduled it for Friday the 7th, totally missing the fact that last Saturday was actually the first Saturday of the month. So I’ll be a little late to our coffee/tea date . . .

Confessions of a Mother Runner

Pull up chair and mug with Coco and Deborah and me for the ultimate coffee tea date.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I would tell you my running friends were in a tizzy about the weather for my 17 miler (although I wasn’t planning to run with them). On Friday thunderstorms were forecast for the early morning hours.

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No leaking and no rain — just humidity & sweat!

It was raining when I got up, which I knew it would be, but the chance of thunderstorms were taken out of the forecast. Running in the rain when it’s warm can be really nice — but running for 17 miles in the rain? In the end, I didn’t get rained on although I looked like I had because of the extreme humidity.

Some of my friends ran later; some planned to do their long run on Sunday, when there was no rain in the forecast.

The forecasters can’t forecast for the next hour, much less for the next day.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you I was surprised by how quickly I bounced back after those last two really long runs. I was definitely a bit sore and quite tired after the 15 miler — too tired even to go out to eat — but I was fine the next day.

After the 17 miler? While I felt like I’d been run over by a truck immediately after the run, in a few hours I felt fine. And I felt completely fine the next day, too. Ditto with the actual race. But I’m not unhappy to be back in Half training mode!

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that aside from a slight bout of runner’s knee after being sick in the winter, I haven’t taped my knees at all during the last two training cycles: not for my 12 miler, my 15 miler, or my 17 miler.

Yet I’ve continued to tape for my races. While it would be nice not to tape, it gives me peace of mind. Not only that, it actually does help you recover faster, much like compression socks do.

I was quite shocked, though, that not only did I get through those really long runs without taping but that I felt fine afterward (and I didn’t wear compression socks, either — which I really should, but darn summer humidity!).

Gizmo is still very food motivated, but I see changes even from this photo, which was taken 7/5

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that the day after my 17 miler, I did feel completely normal — aside from the fact that Gizmo started pacing, meowing, and scratching at our bedroom door at 2 am so I didn’t get quite as much rest as I’d hoped to.

In fact, I felt good enough to go for a hike. I also knew that this was not in my best interest. Luckily the heat and humidity was still killer, so even though I sort of wanted to go for a hike, it was an easy decision to stay home and continue my recovery.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you you should always carefully read through the race FAQ and Website. No matter how many times you have run the race. Don’t assume that there are no changes — and the Website may not call attention to them.

I almost talked Mr. Judy into coming to Camp Chingacook with me because we could take the dogs. He’s a sucker for most things that we can take the dogs to. Granted, four years had also passed since I’d run this race.

Luckily I did reread the FAQ, because dogs were no longer welcome at this race. Turns out that one of my friends almost brought her dog, too!

And of course I also missed the fact that Freakin’ Fast Half (read about it here) wasn’t chip timed — not that there was really anything I could have done differently that morning to change how the race went.

Tea? Iced Tea? Coffee? Decaf? Green smoothie?

Do you feel fine after a long run?

Do you do a recovery run after a long run?

Do you even look at the FAQ for races?

I’m linking up with with MCM Mama Runs, Marcia’s Healthy Slice, and My No Guilt Life for the Tuesdays on the Run linkup.

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This week I am also joining up with Running on Happy, Suzlyfe, Crazy Running Girl, and Coach Debbie Runs each week for the Coaches’ Corner linkup

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Dog Days Running: Spilling over tea/coffee August 2018

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July was a busy, busy month, but it culminated in a much needed racecation. I’d tell you I’ve added yet another tea mug to my collection (I try to get a mug from each state I run a half in — read more about that here).

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Confessions of a Mother Runner

Pull up chair and mug with Coco and Deborah and me for the ultimate coffee tea date.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I would tell you there wasn’t a lot of chafing going on . . . until there was. In all sorts of odd ways. First there was my half — the hydration vest did end up chafing me, but I was completely unaware of it. Some was on my shoulder, some was on my back. And here’s the really weird thing: I never felt it, not even when I showered after the race.

And then there was more on my 15 mile run last week. The problem this wasn’t the hydration vest. First there was chafing in an unmentionable area — that one I could definitely feel developing, although not until the last few miles. It wasn’t too bad.

I also chafed underneath the pocket where I had my phone. I ran a half with my phone in the very same pocket, for cryin’ out loud, and no problems. I have done a lot of shorter races and some long runs in that skirt. No problems.

Again, I didn’t feel this at all. Not until I took my skirt off. In fact, I could swear it wasn’t there when I used the restroom after my run but it suddenly appeared at home.

Actually none of these are Happy Girls, but you get my drift

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you you’d think I have plenty of Skirt Sports skirts. And I do . . .except I don’t. I like to wear Happy Girl Skirts in the summers pretty much every day (use code 522CRJ for 15% off of non sale items). They’re awesome for walking the dogs, for instance — enough pockets to stash my phone, plenty of poop bags, and treats. Or going to the store — again, enough pockets for my phone and a couple of credit cards. Not to mention I can do yoga and strength training easily in them.

The only problem? I have about five of them. I usually run out of them before I do the next batch of laundry. I fill in with Mod Quad on the hotter days. But it still just barely gets me through the week. #firstworldproblems — for sure!

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that our heatwave before we left for ID made it difficult to eat. Despite the fact that I don’t spend a lot of time out in the heat, that I ran more on the treadmill, I found most days while it was really hot that I actually had trouble eating enough. So not like me.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that before my ID half, I felt like I was running so strong. I don’t know if it’s just something to do with the dog days of summer — which seem never ending this summer — and even though I’m not running badly, it seems like it’s more of a struggle.

Quite frankly I’d rather struggle in training and do well in my race, and my only goal for my race is to finish within the time limit — well, actually, I would like to keep all my toenails and not get injured. So there’s that.

He looks so innocent

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you we did have one disturbing incident with Bandit this week. Gizmo was markedly weaker when we got back from vacation — he was having trouble jumping on things — although he seemed to rally after we were home a few days.

Anyway, one day I was on the couch, watching tv. Bandit was laying in his bed at my feet. Gizmo walked by, Bandit narrowed his eyes, and just jumped off the couch towards Gizmo. I was able to stop him, and I made him do a little training. He really doesn’t respond well to negative reinforcement (aka punishment), so I have to be careful to be firm but not too firm.

It was clear that he knew I wasn’t happy with him, but also clear he had no idea why. I’ve no idea why he did it, either. It was scary because there was no warning growl.

The odd thing is that he seemed to have accepted Gizmo as his alpha. Gizmo lays in Bandit’s crate a lot, and Bandit won’t go in there — even if it’s dinner time — when Gizmo is in there. Did Gizmo smell differently because of his illness? Lola hasn’t seemed to notice anything.

So it was a little nerve wracking to go out to brunch and leave them all together, but everyone was just fine when we got back. Thankfully. And then we went out to the movies, and again, everything was fine.

Then one day we heard a strange noise. I thought maybe Gizmo had got locked in the bathroom and had knocked something over, but when I went to investigate, turned out Bandit had knocked over a small (closed) trash can in the bedroom and was happily coming towards me with a tissue in his mouth (and tissues strewn all over the floor).

I guess he’s feeling pretty darn comfortable here now. He’s never gotten into anything before — other than socks, if they’re available.

Tea? Iced Tea? Coffee? Decaf? Green smoothie?

What running clothes can you never have enough of?

Do the furkids suddenly do something out of character that surprises you?

Are you constantly being surprised by new areas that chafe?

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Today I am also  joining up with the  Friday Five 2.0  from Fairytales & Fitness and Rachel @ Running on Happy. I’m pretty sure this won’t be readable in five minutes so I apologize in advance!

Let purring cats lie: Spilling over tea/coffee July 2018

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I won’t lie: the last couple of weeks have been tough. Some of the stress going on I’m sharing here, others I’m not yet ready to share on the blog. In the scheme of things, though, I’m still pretty lucky and I’m still writing my gratitude list every night.

Confessions of a Mother Runner

Pull up chair and mug with Coco and Deborah and me for the ultimate coffee tea date.

Yes, he still loves his boxes

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I took Gizmo to the vet for a long overdue annual, which was part of my stress this week, but the one nice thing from that visit is the vet said he has the teeth of a seven year old cat. He’s 17. He only had one dental, when he was five. Aside from a very short time when he was a wee kitten, before he came to us, he never ate kibble in his life.

We raised him on raw, although we switched back to canned several years ago when his brother got sick, but over the last few years we’ve fed a mixture of canned and raw — it gets harder and harder to keep him eating all the time, although inexplicably he’s actually a little overweight for the first time in his life. He doesn’t eat much at one time, and I’ve actually cut back on his food somewhat.

He’s not very overweight, though, and at his age, they can lose a lot of weight quickly so being just a little overweight isn’t always a bad thing (but it’s never a good thing if they’re really overweight, of course) — the vet didn’t seem worried.

Unfortunately, as I suspected, he’s in kidney failure. The good news is he’s still eating okay and keeping himself hydrated so at this point in time he doesn’t need fluids — very good, considering we have a vacation coming up!

Funny story: Gizmo has never been into people food, unlike his brother Simba who had some really weird tastes. Chicken, turkey, beef — of course. The one real exception is melon — which is not so uncommon with cats. Simba once ate through the rind of a cantaloupe I had ripening on the counter.

Anyway, if I eat melon he’s right there demanding some. If Mr. Judy eats melon? Crickets. The other day Mr. Judy was having some with breakfast — nothing. So I got the bowl from him and sat down near Giz and he immediately demanded his share.

The “family” all together

He’s still purring and happy, thank goodness.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that I am making a real effort to get in a little more strength training. Those downhill races require strong legs, and I also have my longest race ever coming up just a short month after this month’s half.

As so often happens in our racing calendars, I’m wondering what the heck I was thinking? But sometimes I thrive on that kind of pressure, and training for the half kind of hid the fact that I need to start running what are — to me — a lot of miles.

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I was not unhappy to say goodbye to this hill!

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you I’m happy the downhill repeats are over and done with. Now I just have to struggle to make sure I keep up with the aforementioned strength training so my legs are strong!

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that my resting heart rate has been higher this year than it was last year. Not a lot, maybe 4-5 beats. While I struggled with a long (although not serious) virus in the winter, I’ve been feeling much more like myself finally in this training cycle. Training is going well and I feel as though I’ve recovered well from my workouts.

It was interesting to me that my RHR was much lower Tuesday morning, the day after I went swimming for the first time in many months. Coincidence? I have no idea. Stay tuned.

Hopefully he’ll be this chill at the pet sitter

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you we left Bandit with a pet sitter we’ve used for Lola in the past when we went to see Andy Grammer. It was only one night. We’d already done a meet and greet, but this was a test to see if she wanted to take him for our trip to Idaho which will be long (and includes a side trip to see my MIL).

We had told her not to pick him up. We can do it, but he’s not super fond of it and that’s when he nipped Mr. Judy way back when they first met. As we were leaving she just bent down and hauled him up (so he wouldn’t run out the door) and he snarled at her, but was okay. She said she picked him up later in the day and he was fine. So that’s where he’s staying when we go.

As I told her, I wouldn’t have brought him if I thought he would be a problem, but he’s still a sensitive dog who doesn’t always adjust well. It definitely makes things easier to take both dogs to one person!

Tea? Iced Tea? Coffee? Decaf? Green smoothie?

Any funny furkid stories recently?

Any funny stories at all — I could use a good laugh!?

Does heat cause you to eat less? Stress, too?

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Today I am also  joining up with the  Friday Five 2.0  from Fairytales & Fitness and Rachel @ Running on Happy. I’m pretty sure this won’t be readable in five minutes so I apologize in advance!

Catterday: Spilling over tea/coffee April 2018

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Well, the first thing I’d tell you is that we apparently had two tea dates in February because I forgot to change the subject for March’s tea date. It was that kind of month.

 

But he thinks he’s a dog (Bandit’s crate)

I’d also tell you that Gizmo, at 17, isn’t our oldest cat ever — in fact, he still has a long ways to go. Puss lived to 21. Females tend to live longer than males, just like us humans. If he does have more years, I hope they’re happy, healthy ones.

 

Confessions of a Mother Runner

Pull up chair and mug with Coco and Deborah and me for the ultimate coffee tea date.

So cute, but so much work

 

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you I am constantly having to hunt down where Gizmo throws up. We hear the noises, but when I get out there, there is curiously nothing to found. Until Mr. Judy steps in it, because apparently doing so once wasn’t enough to get him to wear slippers (sorry, honey, you know it’s true).

Or someone manages to throw up in the fifteen minutes it takes me to make the bed. I have no clue who it is (well, I have a clue, but I’m never sure). And it’s always harder to clean up unless you manage to catch them in the act.

 

Happy Birthday my sweet boy

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that Gizmo just turned 17. He is way overdue for a vet appointment. In general he seems t be doing fairly well, but he is definitely drinking more water and peeing more so I worry about his kidneys, of course, because I’ve had cats with kidney disease in the past.

 

The good news is he wants to eat. Like all the time. Thankfully he hasn’t taken to waking us up in the middle of the night yet, but I can hear him pacing in the hallway outside our bedroom before I get up most mornings (which often bears the brunt of the above paragraph’s problems).

Could be hyperthyroidism . . .

Feed me & no one gets hurt

 

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you it’s actually a good thing he’s hungry all the time. As annoying as it is, I’ve had more than enough of my share of furkids who won’t eat for whatever reason.

 

He does get protected outside time

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you Gizmo is a very sweet, biddable cat. I could give you many examples, but this story illustrates his nature well:

 

I was sick one day, in bed, when I heard cats yowling. Tempted to ignore it, I knew I had to investigate. And I discovered both Simba and Gizmo outside, yowling at some cat. Yes, the window was open, but there was a sunscreen on the outside and some bars propped up on the inside. And they managed to pry off both. Our windows went almost to the floor in that house, and that’s how we let some air in without letting the cats out — or so we thought.

I told them to get in, and Gizmo hopped right back in. Simba went tearing off after the offending cat, and almost followed the cat when it jumped the fence of our neighbors; there was a large dog in that yard. Eventually I did manage to coax him into a carrier.

Of course, all bets are off when it’s time to get into the crate to go to the vets.

I ran on the treadmill so I could look presentable

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you it’s all about the hair. Well maybe not all, but it definitely comes into play. I runfess that I have chosen the treadmill on iffy weather days on more than one occasion so that my hair wouldn’t look horrible. Like when I needed to run before going to my parents’ for my mom’s birthday.

Obviously I often have horrible apres-run hair, but there are times when I’ll do almost anything to keep it looking good.

Tea? Iced Tea? Coffee? Decaf? Green smoothie?

Do you even care what your hair looks like after you run?

Tell me something amusing about your kids/furkids?

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Today I am also  joining up with the  Friday Five 2.0  from Fairytales & Fitness and Rachel @ Running on Happy. I’m pretty sure this won’t be readable in five minutes so I apologize in advance!

Just call me bologna: Spilling over high tea March 2017

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Just call me bologna. As in, the sandwich generation. Well, I don’t have kids, but I do have the furkids and I seem to attract the needy ones. And of course I also have one big kid. Yes, still feeling a bit squeezed over here.

According to my research, the average American will have consumed 1,500 PB&Js by the time they graduate high school. Except I almost never eat a PB&J. I eat nut butter all the time, but rarely jam/jelly with it — and my parents didn’t even like nut butter, and only had it in the house to bait the mouse traps.

So how’s that for a little trivia?

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Today I am joining up with Coco and Deborah for their ultimate coffee tea date.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that the three sexiest words in the English aren’t “I Love You”, but “You were right”. Just sayin’.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that I’m driving to my parents house every Saturday — that’s 3 hours in the car — to work on cleaning it out to get it ready to sell.

My sister puts in a lot more time, since she lives there, but I’m giving up the whole day . . . the day before my long run . . . by the time you read this I’m probably driving down for the fourth time.

Just when I was getting back into a groove of keeping my own home neater, now I’m losing a day I can’t afford to lose. And tired, too.

As my Grandma Rose would have said, though, this too shall pass.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you I am tired of the treadmill (although thankful I have one). I am tired of having so few places to run. I’m tired of still running in all the layers. I’m tired of those icy patches that don’t melt until June (slight exaggeration here — only slight).

I can bit#@ with the best of them

Except by the time this publishes, even though it’s cold again, the snow is gone!

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that while I am tired of all of the above, I am also thankful that when all is said and done, the winter was relatively mild. That I only had two long runs in Yaktrax. That I didn’t have to resort to the treadmill for a long run!

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that it could be another 5 years before I seriously train through a winter again for all of the reasons above. It’s actually been 5 years since the last time I did it — which was just my second half — and I still have some pretty vivid memories of how hard that was 5 years ago!

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you I don’t really understand tendinitis — it’s an overuse exercise, but it feels worse if you are sitting too long. Really?

And mine struck while I wasn’t running much, although I suppose it could be a cumulative thing. Except I actually didn’t run as much as usual, weekly mileage wise, last year. I did race a lot November/December, but it didn’t really start until January.

It’s better, that’s the main thing, but I still just can’t wrap my head around the fact that resting doesn’t help an overuse injury. It kind of seems wrong.

Tea? Iced Tea? Coffee? Decaf? Or something else?

What are you tired of right now (maybe me complainingventing)?

Are you with me on the “You were right” thing?

What’s your favorite season to race?

Finding the silver lining: Spilling over high tea February 2017

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Do you know where the quote “every cloud has a sliver lining” came from? I didn’t, so I looked it up. Don’tcha love google?

Turns out it’s a quote from John Milton. From the 1600s! That Milton’s clouds were a thing. That it got changed to the quote we knew in the Victorian era. Who knew? Well, now we do.

I do try to hunt out the silver, and sometimes it’s found in really surprising places!

Confessions of a Mother Runner

Today I am joining up with Coco and Deborah for their ultimate coffee tea date.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that while I am sorry for the skiers, I am so not sorry that overall, so far, the winter has been rather crazy and mostly mild.

I would also tell you that we are not out of the woods yet. It is February, the month I was almost born in a car due to a snowstorm — yes, February is usually the worst month of the winter.

Sometimes March gets that honor. And we are traveling in March.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that, as I’ve been saying all along, I am a bad daughter. I think my sister and I try to fight over that honor. The reason I had to take my parents to the doctor, despite the fact that my sister lives right there, was that she was taking a little staycation and just couldn’t bear devoting the better part of a day to my parents. Again.

Which is fine — she has born the brunt of caring for my parents, and I have yet to take them to the emergency room. She was absolutely due a break.

It never even occurred to me to stay overnight so I didn’t have to do so much driving. Of course, then there’s the problem of the dogs, but the truth is . . . I don’t want to stay over night with them in their now much smaller apartment which only has 2 bathrooms.

My Dad suggested it out of the blue while I was down there, but of course I didn’t have any clothes with me, I hadn’t brought food for the dogs . . . was that a conscious or subconscious decision?

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that I know my life will continue to be a little crazier, too, because of my parents. More trips, less time, more stress.

So of course I am contemplating running 4 halfs this year.

They always say you should carefully consider your stress level before signing up for a race. But here’s the truth: running destresses me (when it’s not stressing me out how to get it in, of course). Having goals to work towards and exciting vacations to dream about destresses me.

Until I totally get FOMO over your beach vacation photos in December, when all my trips are finished and winter is sinking its hooks into us.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that mom guilt is real, even for furkid moms.Don’t worry, I’m not equating being a furkid mom with being a mother of little humans. I can leave my furkids, after all.

Still, I crate Bandit when I am not home. Lola hasn’t been crated in years (although she still goes in her crate when nervous or afraid). And although Bandit seems quite calm in the crate while I am out (Mr. Judy has a webcam trained on him), he is super anxious to get out by the time I get home.

So it’s hard for me to go out for more than 3, maybe 4 hours tops, unless Mr. Judy is home.  Because of mom guilt!

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that sometimes the hardest things might actually be the best things. You hear that all the time, of course, but it’s hard to believe while you’re in the trenches. And some things really do just suck.

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The boys helped me through a lot of tough times
We got the boys (Gizmo & his brother) after losing Cleo, and while Puss was declining with kidney disease. They got me through so many tough days; they made me laugh every day (until we lost Simba to lymphoma, too early, of course). They definitely helped heal the hole in my heart.

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Are you my silver lining (and my cloud)?
Dare I say that Bandit is doing the same thing for us? Oh, he’s still not an easy dog, obviously (hello, occasional growling at Mr. Judy). I was so desperate to get rid of him when we got him — short of ending his life, of course, as we’d been advised to do (or assured we weren’t bad people if we chose to do so).

The first few months were definitely hell, too, and there were many tears shed and I’m not a cryer at all. But now he does make us laugh. And the pain of losing Chester has definitely faded a lot . . . perhaps that’s just time, but I like to think that Bandit had a paw in it; I still do really feel that Chester sent him to us.

Don’t worry buddy; always in my heart

Now when I think of Chester, there’s a little bit of a wistful smile on my face.

Why couldn’t Lola heal that hole? I really liked having just one dog — I still kind of miss that. It was far easier. Maybe Lola was just too inextricably intertwined with Chester in my mind. Maybe it was the fact that she began to get depressed, too. Or maybe sometimes you just need something new and “fresh” in your life.

Don’t click on that!

 

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you I came downstairs to exercise after being away from the computer for a while to see this lovely message on my screen, and any tab I clicked on in Google Chrome just made a bleeping noise (hence the Bleeping Noise malware name).

All the instructions to get rid of it were long and complicated and involved downloading more software or had steps that didn’t work.

I ran a quick virus scan. Then a complete one. I’m not sure it’s gone — I’d bet money it’s not — but at least I was finally able to close Chrome, reopen it, and finish up this post. How’s that for a silver lining? They’re everywhere, if you look for them (just don’t come talk to me if it happens again).

Tea? Iced Tea? Coffee? Decaf? Or something else?

What helps heal your heart?

Do you have mom guilt over your furkids?

Do you sign up for all the races when you’re stressed?

Bandit/Houdini: TOLT

I’m Thinking Out Loud about the shorter days, the benefits of someone cooking for me and the furkids — of course.

Did you catch what I did?
With my subject for the Weekly Wrap? There’s no place like home. It made sense — it was nice to finally get home and stay home after just about two weeks away.

I didn’t even think about it at the time, but it also made sense in the point of view of my parents. Their new home is not home. Not the dream home they lived in for 45 years and just left (even if they could no longer keep it up).

Maybe I need to live in a retirement place
My jeans felt a little tighter going down to my parents. Small wonder, what with running a half, refueling, and flying across the country.

By the time I left my parents, though, they were feeling really loose again. They don’t serve large portions there (and I did my standard bring food for breakfasts and lunches). Plus they tend to be lower in sodium and a sugar free dessert was always available (that sugar free chocolate mousse was good, y’all!).

So maybe maintaining my weight would be easier if I was being served at least one nutritious, portion controlled meal a day? Lately it seems that every time I visit my parents I lose weight. I used to have the opposite problem!

Being busy is the solution to SADD?
I swear I’ve been so busy the last couple of months that while I noticed how early it was getting dark, I didn’t have time to brood about it.

Life should get a little easier now that my parents are moved. There’s still a lot to do, though — we didn’t move everything; they were downsizing from a large house to a much smaller apartment. Maybe about the third the size of their house (not even counting the attic and basement).

And my father has become something of a hoarder/packrat. So there are just piles of paper that need to be gone through still. There’s a lot of work to do to get the house ready to sell/rent. There will be many more visits to my parents and much more work to do in their house.

I’m holding on to the hope that keeping busy and training for my March half *might* keep those winter pounds off. A girl can dream.

A funny Bandit story
Did you ever read Mr. Judy’s Stop, Chester, STOP post?

He re-enacted it last weekend with Bandit. So while I was down moving my parents, Mr. Judy was at home taking care of the furkids. And one day he was doing some yard work and managed to let Bandit escape.

The recall training? Nope, he was deaf and dumb. And he took off around our cul de sac (we live on a dead end), eventually escaping Mr. Judy altogether (and he’s not microchipped).

When Mr. Judy finally turned dejectedly back to the house, he found Bandit sitting by the gate to the backyard. He didn’t tell me any of this until I was home.

He’s staying (just not on the furniture)

Bandit update
I also told you in the weekly wrap that we had big news for Bandit. Wouldn’t you know that last weekend was the time the rescue Bandit is listed with contacted us to let us know they had someone interested in him? Finally? After 3 months?

We had just assumed by this point that we were stuck with him. And he really has come a long way. The frustrating part is getting him over the last little bit — letting him be free in the house more.

To let him on furniture or not? But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Mr. Judy’s immediate reaction was that we should at least meet with the woman. His exact words were: he makes you miserable. Which isn’t exactly true. He makes my life difficult. And he came into my life after a difficult time, not to mention not long after we got him my life got even more difficult with all the family drama.

But I could just tell Mr. Judy wanted to keep him. He wouldn’t admit it, but I could read between the lines. I didn’t really have much time to think about it while we were moving my parents.

When I came home on Sunday, and was sitting petting Bandit, Mr. Judy came in and said “so are we keeping him?”. There was a bit back and forth, but in the end, that was the decision we made.

I sure hope we don’t regret it. And I definitely hope that we are able to at least get to the point where he doesn’t have to be gated into rooms all the time. Some people live that way forever, but I’d really rather not. Part of my problem is that this is a problem I haven’t dealt with before: can we train him to stay off furniture even though Gizmo and Lola have full access? Will he be able to be on furniture and coexist peacefully with Gizmo and Lola?

We had actually trained Chester and Lola to stay off the recliner where I used to sit with the cats in the mornings (and still sit with Giz when we watch tv at night). It wasn’t until we moved here, in fact, that we started to allow them on the recliner. We also used to crate the dogs when we were feeding the cats, but eventually we trained them to stay out of the kitchen (most of the time) while we were feeding the cats.

Only time will tell.

Talk to me. Tell me in the comments:

Ever had to chase down a furkid?

Ever wish you had a chef preparing healthy meals for you?

How are you dealing with the shorter days?

I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her:

Thursdays are for thinking out loud