I never thought I'd see the day that "Fat Tony"* would out run me...But the day has come. I blame my injury slowing me down, and the fact that I'm such an awesome motivator and coach for him *wink wink*.
I haven't run over 5k since I started back. Tony has been working on the c25k for over a year (yes, it's an 8 week program, but the Tone-ster has a way of taking his sweet time). Well, he completed the program and asked what to do next, speed or distance. I said distance, and sent him on his way to 3.5 miles. He did it, no problem.
This morning on my 2nd day of half training, I was contemplating the upcoming 4 mile run, when I realized that my husband is currently running further than me! At first I was a little irritated. Like I said, it's taken him a year to complete the Couch to 5k, and on many occasions I've had to nearly push him out the door to do it. I've been running for 2 years (I realize that's not very long), completed 2 half marathons, and motivated many of my non-running friends to start running. Aahhh, that was it, he was one of the non-runners that I had motivated, OK pushed. And now he was succeeding. This is actually a pretty big accomplishment and something for both of us to be proud of.
So, this weekend we'll both run 4 miles...but I'll still run them faster! ;)
|His and Hers Brooks|
* He was dubbed "Fat Tony" years ago by a coworker, when he was probably at his thinnest. I wouldn't just come out and slap "fat" in front of my husband's name for all the world to see.
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|Yep, frozen peas...And, yes, I realize that I need a pedicure.|
|Danielle, Katie, Me|
Yolanda L. Jackson is the Senior Director of Athlete Marketing and Promotions for the Women's Sports Foundation. She earned her Masters from Columbia. Not only has she been a role model, but she's brought public attention to female athletes of the past, present, and future. Her contributions have been recognized by WSF's Billie Jean who developed the Yolanda L. Jackson Give Back Award honoring a female athlete "who exemplifies what it means to be a role model, and who knows the importance of giving back." Through the foundation, Yolanda works with elite female athletes to make sure that they are able to reach their full potential. Her work not only promotes women in sports, but has paved the way for future female athletes to make their dreams come true.
But to me, she's just my Auntie Yo. She's fun, and smart, and loving, and family. And a few years ago I sat on my living room floor and cried thinking about the possibility that we might lose her (which kind of makes my eyes well up just typing it). Yolanda was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. If you know anything about this type of cancer, you know it's often a death sentence. Yolanda went through surgery, chemo, radiation, she went through hell. Even in her weakest moments, she fought with all that she had. We are so blessed that Auntie Yo made it through and has made an amazing recovery. Thank goodness too, because she was one of the only people that got little baby Micky to stop crying on our first visit to Grammie's house! Not to mention, I can't imagine my second baby not being held and loved on by his Great Auntie Yo, like my first baby was.
On this Father's Day, it occurred to me just how blessed I am to have 2 fathers.
From one I inherited my hair color, the way my little toe curls in, my smile, actually pretty much my whole face. He bread into me my will and determination, my artistic abilities (which I sadly let fall by the wayside) and creativity, my wit and maybe my wild Irish temper.
From one I learned about pancake breakfasts, Sunday family dinners, being grounded, last minute road trips. He taught me about class and manners, though I may forget them after a drink or two, and encouraged my creativity and wit. He exposed me to theater from "What a Spot" to "A Chorus Line", and classical music. I actually picked the piece for the recession after our Wedding Mass because it was one of the first that I remembered listening to.
Paddy's last day of PreK was Friday, so we decided to kick off summer vacation with a trip to the Philadelphia Zoo on Monday. We invited a friend whose boys are grown, and has recently been feeling a little nostalgic about the Philly attractions that her kids used to enjoy.
It is good to know that I've instilled in my children the importance of healthy foods and physical activity. It's amazing how much children absorb without us, as parents, actually having to point it out to them. My heart breaks that more people don't take advantage of that, and teach their kids about healthy choices and back it up by setting a good example. Yeah, that candy bar might put a smile on your kid's face now, and maybe they don't want to eat their veggies. Yes, I know you don't want to hear them carry on or fight with them about food. But...How do you think they'll feel when kids tease them about their weight? How will you feel if you're giving them insulin to treat them for Type 2 Diabetes, or simply knowing that their little heart is weakening from having to work twice as hard to keep their body going. Think twice about that toaster pastry and offer them some peanut butter on whole grain toast and a piece of fruit. With childhood obesity completely out of control and Type 2 Diabetes steadily on the rise in the youth population, I urge parents to take control, because ultimately, it is on YOU...Even the 4 year old knows it.
*The Philadelphia Zoo does have a much smaller stand that offers what they consider to be healthier foods.
We've recently had a few discussions with Paddy about being yourself. I never realized that this would be a conversation I'd be having with a 4 year old. He's started to realize that he and his friends have some different interests. We just want to make sure he understands that that's OK, and the same things don't make everyone happy. We also want him to be true to himself. He often tends to be a people pleaser (not that he necessarily cares about pleasing me, just his friends). The opportunity to review "Howard B. Wigglebottom Listens to His Heart" couldn't have come at a better time.
The We Do Listen Non Profit Foundation website offers free animated books, songs, posters, lessons, non-violent games and how kids can write their own book. The ten Howard B. Wigglebottom books in the series tackle important life lessons for 4-8 year olds like listening, bullying, sportsmanship, anger management feeling good about themselves, moderation, truth, divorce, peer pressure, belonging, generosity, sportsmanship and attention. Check them out at http://www.wedolisten.org . Click on animated books, lessons/posters and songs.What We Thought:
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- Raw vegetables
- Half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (heavy on the pb, light on the j as Paddy says)
How do you ruin perfectly healthy, low fat, high protein chicken breast? Flour it, egg wash it, cover it in bread crumbs, or better yet soak it in batter, then toss it in a molten vat of grease. Unfortunately, most kids, and grown ups, love chicken fingers. There is a better way, really. Your "fingers" don't have to be covered in an inch of breading and fried to be crunchy and delicious.
My Chicken Fingers Won't Kill Ya
1 lb chicken breast cut into "fingers" (or the tenders work too, already the right size)
1 tbs French's Dijon mustard (don't forget to grab your coupon)
2 tbs Greek yogurt
1/2 cup seasoned bread crumbs
1 tbs extra virgin olive oil
1 gallon sized zip bag
- Preheat oven to 425
- Grease a cookie sheet with the olive oil
- Put the chicken, mustard, and yogurt in the bag and squish it around until all of the chicken is covered
- Toss in the bread crumbs and shake shake shake!
- Lay the chicken out on the pan
- Bake for 20 minutes and serve, you may not even need any honey mustard or bbq sauce.
As I gear up to start half training again, I need to get back into a regular weekly routine. I've been running short distances and cross training, but I don't feel complete unless I have a real plan. So here is my week in exercise:
- Monday - run 2 miles for speed (let's remember, I've got a lot of catching up to do)
- Tuesday - core stability and pt exercises
- Wednesday - run 2 miles in the morning and another 1.5 with my 4 year old in the afternoon
- Thursday - pt exercises and I'm going to step out of my comfort zone and try some yoga
- Friday - 4am coffee run and planks (love those elevated planks on the ball)
- Saturday - run 5k at a comfortable pace
- Sunday - off, minimal pt exercises