Be Faithful in Small Things

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Isn’t it hard to be faithful in the small things? Faithful, as you may have guessed, is today’s Wednesday Word.

Is this faithful?
There is being faithful in the small things I need to do to keep me running injury free, and I runfess that I haven’t been as faithful to these small things as I should be lately. That might actually be a runfession this Saturday.

Then there’s being faithful to your running plan. Only I’m making it up as I go. Which I don’t actually think is such a bad thing; see my post on being your own coach for thoughts on that.

I’m doing the same thing I do with my healthy eating: taking a little bit from all the training plans I’ve tried over the past 6 years, and cobbling it all into my own personal training plan. Of course I am not a certified running coach, so we’ll see how that works for me.

The upside to making my plan up on the fly is that I listen to my body that week, that day, and decide what the best plan is according to what my body is telling me it needs. Don’t forget that respect is my word for 2016 and I’m trying hard to respect my body and my running.

Those that are most slow in making a promise are the most faithful in the performance of it.
— Jean-Jacques  Rosseau

A Slow Promise
I really liked the quote above; it spoke to me on several levels.

In fact, Darlene and I were chatting about whether or not we would be better runners if we’d started earlier in life, or whether not having all that pounding for years would make us better runners as we age on our long run this weekend.

We are both adult onset athletes: I didn’t start running until my late 40s, Darlene was in her mid 50s. It took us a long time, but boy, we are definitely faithful to our running: running in the cold, the heat, the wind, the rain, the snow.

We also discussed being faithful to the miles. Whatever is on my plan, once I make it? That’s what I do. Unless I’m in pain, I never cut a run short. I just do it.

And then, of course, there’s my weight maintenance. It took me decades to get where I am right now, maintaining a healthy weight for more than just a hot minute. One thing I learned over those decades: Weight Watchers meetings work for me, and I am faithful to attending those meetings, every single week, unless I am not here.

Just like my long run, I will rearrange my week so I can get to a meeting if I have to. I once refused to pick Mr. Judy up at the airport because it interfered with my meeting. True story.

 

Deb Runs

What small things are you (or do you need to be) faithful to?

Serendiptiy & Synchronicity is all around us: TOLT

I’m Thinking Out Loud about serenditpity and synchronicity, because both played a big part in my week in a good way. In my life, actually, as you’ll see later in the week.

Counting all the steps
If you walk without your fitness tracker on, does it count?

That moment when you get up to put the wash in the dryer and realize that your watch is still attached to the computer . . . do you go back for it?

 

Sephora haul

Score at Sephora! Again!
I went back to return that lip gloss. Sadly they didn’t have the lip tint I wanted (but I ordered it directly from the company with a coupon on leap day, but some other things may or may not have jumped into my cart), which probably explains why I got the wrong thing in the first place.

I got my birthday gift, another free thing with my points (although they had already changed the offerings) — DevaCurl is what I use on my hair, by the way.

 

And a new blush. Spring isn’t far away, time to refresh and restart, right?

Typing on two devices
So there I was the other day, using my desktop and my ipad. Typing on the keyboard when I was trying to search my email on the ipad, which obviously meant I should have been typing on the ipad.

Wondering why the search wasn’t working.

Bird watching

Gizmo is changing postions
Gotta make sure Gizmo gets his airtime. Although techically he was in last week’s post (he was on my lap for the blurry pinkie photo).

It always amuses me how the cats change positions throughout the year.

Gizmo has begun to lay on top of the couch and his hammock (as seen above) a lot more than his heated bed, which is often his preference in winter.

My guess is that he wants to be in position to watch the returning birds.

My blog woke me up
Well, not really; I had to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.

But I realized once I got back into bed that I hadn’t stripped out some of the old stuff in the blog post I had scheduled to post the next morning.

Do you wake up thinking about your blog?

You want me to write about serendipitous?
Geez, really?

That was Wednesday’s Word and it was a word I really struggled with until I had my own serendipitous moment(s) last weekend.

But there’s yet still more!

Monday I finally made it to Fleet Feet to get fitted (for the umpteenth time). The sales clerk and I were chatting during the fitting, and it turns out that he is also trying to run a half in every state.

Yet that was not the only serendipitous moment of the fitting. When I went to pay, it turns out we live in the same neighborhood! We are both running around it on a regular basis and we started to chat about where we run, and not surprisingly, considering it’s not a large neighborhood, we run the same routes.

No doubt he runs them a lot faster and of course I’m old enough to be his mother. But damn, once serendipity got a hold of me this week, it wouldn’t let up. With just a dash of synchronicity on the side.

The universe can be a pretty cool place sometimes.

The story of how I met my husband and started dating him is actually quite serendipitous as well, but this is already getting pretty long.

And then a comment on Wednesday’s blog reminded me of yet another serendipitous moment to do with running — geez, it really is everywhere!

 

It’s baaaaacon!

So this has always puzzled me. I can hear the rain while laying in bed. But Chester (or Lola) would eagerly follow me downstairs to go outside, then back away the minute I opened the door and they realized it was raining.

But dogs have more acute hearing.

Seriously, what’s up with that? Did they think it would stop by the time we got downstairs?

I tweeted
I guess hell really has frozen over.

Right now I’m still @chocolaterunsj (haven’t decided if I want to change it) and I tweeted something before entering a giveaway. Because I didn’t want my first tweet to be a giveaway entry!

I haven’t followed any of you yet . . . except after I wrote that, I did. Some people. Because I actually tweeted again, and twitter showed me some of my friends, so I started following some of you.

Excuse me while I go play catch-up, the story of my life (and cue the One Direction).

Do your dogs like/hate the rain?

More favorite stuff at Sephora?

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

Thursdays are for thinking out loud

Serendipitous: Being in the Right Place at the Right Time

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Serendipitous is an adjective that describes accidentally being in the right place at the right time, like bumping into a good friend in some unusual location, or finding a hundred dollar bill on the ground. And it’s today’s Wednesday Word.

Like when I ran into my running friend in Target this past weekend. I don’t think I’ve ever run into anyone I know in Target before, but of course I’m usually there during the week.

In fact, this particular friend will always remind me of the word serendiptous.

A fairly new runner with few runner friends, I decided to go to one of the night runs held by a local running group. I sat down next to this woman, and we struck up a conversation. I think it was the first time there for both of us.

When we started to run, we started out together. And then we lost the group. It was nighttime. It was dark, and even in the daylight, all the buildings there look the same. If some kind souls from another running group hadn’t found us and run us back in, we would still be out there shivering (although we’d be long gone, actually, this was several years ago).

She didn’t have to stay with me; she could have easily kept up with the group. But that is just the sweet person that she is.

But wait, there’s more!
This particular running friend is from Montreal, and we both signed up for the inaugural RnR Montreal half. She gave me lots of information on where to go and where to eat, but since she has family there, we didn’t see each other and hadn’t made plans to get together.

This is the only half my husband did not come to the start (he met me at the finish line). It was cold and windy. And wouldn’t you know it? In a crowd of 20,000+ runners, I “ran” into my friend at the start.

If that’s not serendiptous, I don’t know what is.

But wait! There’s even more
Montreal was also the half where I found out my father had a brain tumor and needed surgery at age 86 — the day before we were to leave for Montreal. I almost was a DNS, but in the end, he wasn’t having surgery that weekend, and at the urging of my family, I did go (and ran into my friend).

The serendiptous part is that on my last run, before I got the call from my mom, I saw a fox on my run. Although foxes are plentiful in this area, it’s the one and only time I’ve seen a fox in our neighborhood.

I don’t know what that was a sign of, but I do know that it was serendipitous.

Deb Runs

Any serendipitous moments in your life you can remember?