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Playing Catch-Up Since it’s Already Tuesday

Remember how I said I was feeling a little .. unappreciated on Friday?

This kinda cured that.

So on Saturday, I had my big race. I say that, but I’ve run 5Ks before. But I’d worked REALLY HARD on this. 1) I’d started running with a group. Which is not only a giant step toward a fear of mine, but it gained me some great friends. 2) Um, I was diagnosed with asthma during this. So.. that was kind of giant. And even though I’d “run” a 5K not two weeks earlier, this was My Big Race.

I ran into Miss Zoot and her kids at the race store on Friday afternoon when Tony and I stopped in to pick up my race packet. The kids mentioned making signs or something, which I giggled at because HOW CUTE THAT THEY DO THAT, RIGHT? So sweet!

And sure enough, on Saturday morning, I had kids holding up signs that said GO SARAH! GO SARAH! and even FEATURED A PICTURE OF MYSELF ON THEM. Oh, guys. You know how the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes that day? THAT.

In general, my time was not my best, but I had some trouble breathing right out of the gate. But I did it. I did a training program – WITH OTHER PEOPLE – and I ran a 5K. I stuck to my intervals (give or take :15 or :30 seconds), and I did it. I did not die. I did not feel like death warmed over at the end.

To the contrary, I actually planned our next 5K. (May 5th.)

I know that a flaw that I have is that I’m not good at asking for help. Or attention. Or anything. I kind of just .. EXPECT people to know what I find important. So when I realized I had no one at the finish line cheering for me? I was hurt, admittedly.

But I had folks. I had LOTS of folks.

If you’ve ever considered doing a No Boundaries training program, I cannot say enough good things to encourage you to bite the bullet. The sea of blue NOBO shirts that cheered me on from the last mile marker in? Was astounding. Mentors circled back, running folks in. No one crossed the line alone. No one crossed the line in silence. And it just further cemented my feelings about running with other people: it’s totally, totally worth it.

Also worth it? Having friends who have great kids. Seriously.

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My big treat for the big race was a trip to the salon, and I had been looking forward to it FOR-EV-ER. I think back fondly on the days, pre-kids/husband, when I would take my monthly trip to the salon for a cut and color. OH HA HA HA. Now, it’s box color all the way, with a cut MAYBE every four months. Which is fine! Really! I don’t miss it at all! (I MISS IT TERRIBLY.) But that’s okay.

I decided I wanted to brighten up my color because I’ve been feeling .. well, very frumpy mom. The running is starting to pay off, and I can see a change in my body, but that wasn’t enough. I have to look at my head every single day and MY GOD, it looked old. So old. So I wanted something a bit more .. funky? Young? I was basically trying to suppress my sudden urge for a facial piercing by going bold with color is what I’m saying here.

So I went in with three examples of the RED I was looking for. And what I left with was .. not.

(Also, see that piercing on the girl at the bottom left box? On her lip? It’s called a Marilyn, and I want one. Badly.)

Anyway, so I left a little bummed. The color execution was flawless and the color was GORGEOUS .. on someone else. I am just so fair and so pale that anything darker than, say, RED looks vampyric on me. Spellcheck is telling me that vampyric is spelled wrong, but I think I get my point across here.

So my options are to have the stylist try and correct it and .. yeah, no.

So I’m trying to pretend I’m okay with it. See how okay I look here?

No, seriously, I’m fine. I’ve washed it, oh, about eleventy frillion times so it’s starting to lighten a bit. And I only startle myself every third time I pass a reflective surface.

On the plus side, 1) I am now reveling in wearing bright lipsticks because my hair looks ridiculous, so why not?

And 2) I think I TOTALLY have the right to have another hole installed in my face.

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A no-shit conversation I had tonight.

Tony: Momma?

Me: Yes?

Tony: Want me to get those bugs off of your back?

Me: Um.. are there bugs on my back?

Tony: Yes. There are.

Me: Okay, but .. like, real bugs? Or pretend bugs?

Tony: Bugs, Momma. On your back.

Me: WE’VE COVERED THAT. Are they real, or pretend?

Tony: Want me to get them off of you?

Me: Yes! Yes, either way, get them off of me.

Tony: Okay, hold still. I’m gonna use my sword. It should only hurt a little bit.

(SPOILER ALERT: MOMMA GOT IMPALED A FEW TIMES AND IT HURT A BIT MORE THAN A LITTLE.)

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MWaL: All Official and Stuff

So, um, wow!  Turns out there’s a lot of you who want to be Lookers again!  I .. I kind of wasn’t ready!

BUT HOLY HELL, HOW AWESOME IS IT TO DO THIS WITH FRIENDS?!

Okay.  Here’s what I figure we’ll do.  First of all, I MADE US A BADGE!

Of course, you have no obligation to put this anywhere on your blog.  But if you want to play and you like pretty stuff, there ya go.  Here’s your code:

<a href=”http://theanviltree.com/category/the-looker/”><img src=”http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4660701481_d9f5af0b7e_m.jpg”/></a>

Having never done this before, there’s a good chance that will break before the evening is out.

Secondly, if you want to play, hit me up on email so I can email you our new form.  This will just basically get me your contact info, how active you currently are, and give you a chance to recommend a fun activity for everyone to try.

Once a week, there will be a post here about the goal for the week.  I’d like to make this a community effort, so I will more than likely ask for help on these.. especially for those of you that I don’t know really well!

And because I’d like to give credit where it’s due, I started running last year thanks to AndreAnna’s Thirty Initiative last year, because the public accountability REALLY made a difference with me.  Having a group of people have constant access to my progress REALLY did make it more difficult to slack off.  I imagine this is what it would be like to have a personal trainer with you, 24×7.

Alright.  That’s all I have today.  Mostly because I haven’t even gotten pictures to Elaine (my birthday twin) for us to start off the journey right because I’ve had a feverish baby boy glued to me all day.  I DID, however, get up and run 1.5 miles (before the dog tried to board the treadmill with me) and then I walked him for about half an hour, so even if I don’t have the goods to show you yet, I’m walking the walk.

And believe me, the goods .. they ain’t pretty.

So email me .. and let’s get back to being Lookers!

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Momma Was a Looker, Pt. 1

I was looking sadly at the pictures I had from this date a year ago..

Where I had reached a very significant goal.

And I looked slender and fit.

And I was so, so proud of myself.

And I had such promise on the horizon.

And I was going to do this FOREVER.

I ran an average of 12 miles a week.  A WEEK.  I made smarter choices.  I slept great.  I was wearing my pre-maternity skinny jeans.  I was looking forward to swimsuit season.

And now?  Here we are.  A year later.

I am not satisfied with my level of health right now. That is the nicest, most all-encompassing way to caption where I am in my journey right now.  Last summer, I began to train for a half-marathon, but one long run in the summer heat and I was pretty sure I was going to die.

I was talking online to a birthday twin last night and we’re both at that point.  You know, that point where you’ve hit the wall?  You’ve just had enough?  Where the chub is winning and you’re tired of losing that battle?  Yeah, that’s where we are.

Thus began Project Momma Was a Looker. (Patent pending.)

Also, please spare me the whole “Don’t beat yourself up!” and “You look great!” and all of that great stuff that you people are so amazing for saying and I really do find it sweet, but I’m not where I was, and I want to get back there.  I had great abs before the baby.  I had THE hourglass figure.  I was less of a pear and more of a .. well, hell, I’m not even sure I’m a pear now.  More like a sausage?  Or a .. starfruit?  I dunno.  Something that looks weird on the outside but is totally worth peeling and preparing.  That’s me.

So we’re giving ourselves a couple of months to live on the straight and narrow.  And this internet diet has been making the rounds and promising results from public humiliation.. and as it turns out, I confessed, I did much better with my life when I did the daily bootcamp diaries or participated in the Accountability Flickr Pool, so I had to agree that it works.  So we both agreed to post monthly status reports and then find some way to give daily weigh-ins. (I’m still looking for the latter, btw. If you know of a good widget or tracker to put on my sidebar, hit me up!)

So today starts the journey of Momma Was a Looker.  I’m excited to see the other side.

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