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June 13, 2012

Got Your Panties?

Got Your Panties?

A few of you have asked where I have been. I have a lot of blogging to catch up on. It will all help to explain why I spent the better part of 3 hours at the office of an orthopedic surgeon today.

But I want to start with this.

Two weekends ago, me and my two friends – W and B – we took a little mom-cation to Palm Springs. When moms are away, they talk. Not about the kinds of things men think they talk about. Surprisingly, even when what we are trying to do is get a day away from our kids, we talk about our kids.

B told this story:

She has a habit of doing a sort of oral check list when she leaves the house – “Got my phone, got my keys, got my purse…” You get the picture. So one day, she is folding laundry and her 18 month old toddles up when she is folding and says “Mommy, what’s that?” “Those are panties,” says B. “They are sort of like pull-ups for grown ups.” Sort of.

So the next day, they are leaving the house and B is doing her checklist. “Got my phone, got my keys…”

“Got your panties?” chirps her child.

We all laughed. B then recounted how her mom had always stressed that she should always have on nice panties in case she had to flee a fire in the middle of the night. After all, we can’t have firemen seeing us in old panties…or worse.

Now it was my turn to really laugh. My mom used to say the same thing. Seriously – how many of us got that advice drilled into us when we were growing up? But even more I figured I aught to tell my girlfriends about the time I did happen to end up in my panties with a group of firemen. Continue reading…

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April 25, 2012

Life In Motion

Life In Motion

Flow with whatever is happening and let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.
~ Chuang Tzu

I chose running as an exercise in part because my life is crazy. As a busy single working mom, exercise is a thing that – if I want to do it regularly – has to be adaptable to any number of situations and environments. It has to be flexible, spontaneous, and ready when I am.

I travel a lot for work – and I work a lot. Once in a while I am lucky enough to get a vacation. Recently, I had the interesting fortune of being able to combine the two.

I was invited faculty at the meeting of the Obesity Surgery Society of Australia and New Zealand (OSSANZ), which took place in Darwin, Northern Territory. The dates of the conference happened to coincide with Spring Break for my children (who thought it was funny that they were going to have Spring Break someplace where it was Fall), so I took them along. The deal was that they had to put up with mom working for 3 days and then they got vacation in Australia. They enthusiastically agreed that this was worth it.

I could tell lots of stories about our trip. The kids were great. They had a wonderful time – we had a wonderful time. However what I want to tell you about is running. I thought I might show you what it looks like to run when you are on a working vacation in a foreign country with two kids in tow. Continue reading…

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April 15, 2012

Sore Feet in Sydney

Sore Feet in Sydney

Day two in Sydney.

No run, but took a trip to Bondi Beach in the morning – we walked the beachside train from Bondi to Bronte and back. Then the boys took a dip in the amazing ocean pool.

In the afternoon, climbed the Sydney Harbor Bridge. I definitely recommend doing this – we saw the sunset over Sydney as we were descending and it was spectacular.

It’s Monday in Australia. I have completely lost track of what day and time it is in California. Just in time for my vacation to be over.

Happy Sunday or Monday or whatever day you may be enjoying.

We are off to the Blue Mountains.

Jacqueline

 

 

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April 10, 2012

Far Away with Children and Running Shoes

Far Away with Children and Running Shoes

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
~ Anais Nin

6 AM in Darwin, NT, Australia is 1:30 in the afternoon and a day behind in California. I woke this morning feeling like a weary time traveler. My 10 year old had taken all the blankets (but given that it’s 95 degrees here most of the day, that was not so bad) and my 12 year old is snoring like a wild bear.

All I can think is:

Can I find my running shoes in the dark and get back before they are awake?

I change in the dark. Whisper in the ear of my older son that I’ll be back within an hour and slip out the door. He grunts and rolls over. Did he hear me?

10 minutes later I am running here:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes it seems like – just when I start to get accommodated to the level of chaos I have – I throw a new challenge at myself for sport. So why not a major international business trip combined with my kids’ spring break vacation?

I know at least some of you are laughing now. Continue reading…

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March 30, 2012

Fun With Food

Fun With Food

It’s a well known secret of the inner circle of nutrition professionals, that most of us who are into nutrition, also love food. So when I heard that this very smart woman named Lindsay had started a program to get people to exchange food care packages, I could not wait to sign up. You can read about this very fun project (and learn how you can do it too) on her blog The Lean Green Bean. She has a lot of other great information there too, so look around.

For those of you who follow along with this blog, you know I am on the road a bit for work. At the beginning of the month, I had let my first “food penpal,” – Katy Beth (who blogs over at Curly Runner Bug Moves In) – know that I was off to Europe and not back until the 15th, so she nicely timed her delivery to meet my schedule (thank you Katy Beth!)

She may not know this, but as a business traveler, I empty my house of most food before each trip of more than a few days. So on the 15th of March, knowing I was arriving to a house empty of most food, a cool box of treats waiting on my front porch felt like Christmas.

Here is what I got in the box:

How fun!

A truth about food is that by the time most of us are adults we are pretty fixed in our ways and we don’t tend to try new stuff. I could already see that there was one thing I really wanted to open:

Continue reading…

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February 15, 2012

Remembering to Smile

Remembering to Smile

Smile, breathe and go slowly.
~ Thich Nhat Hanh

There are days when I feel like I simply forget what really matters.

For several days now I have been really struggling with my breathing. I have asthma, so this happens sometimes, but when it get protracted and out of control, it can take over my whole world.  Mostly, we get to get to go through life and things like breathing just happen. But when they don’t, trust me, it can through things off in the rest of your life.

I am not – of course – actually going to blame my asthma for the horrible leak under my kitchen sink, but it didn’t entirely feel like a coincidence last night. Continue reading…

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February 9, 2012

The Meaning of Push

The Meaning of Push

Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.
~ Leo Rosten

Today, I am home with a sick kid. I am playing doctor-mom, working from my kitchen, trying not be be distracted by the laundry and the unopened mail. There is never a time when there isn’t too much to do.

Today I also decided on a 5k run. It’s warm and sunny here and I thought that a break outside would clear my mind that was feeling pretty slow (think up every two hours with kid with fever and cough…I know some of you have been there).

I don’t know if it was my tired brain, but somehow, barely a third of the way into my run, I just wanted to stop. I slowed my pace, thought about the route ahead, thought about the route back. No choice seemed good.

Then I thought about what it takes to push.

A good push is often what it takes to get something done. Pushes can come in lot of forms – I have seem my kids’ coaches push a child back on the field or into the pool because he somehow knows that if he just gets him out there it will all be fine. I have felt my self pushed by a challenging task or a an obstacle that needs overcoming. It’s funny isn’t it – the way that positive enticements (accomplishment, reward, money, etc) often feel like the carrot we chase, but that a bit of adversity or an obstacle in our path can seem like a slap on the back? Continue reading…

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February 2, 2012

The Limits of Imagination

The Limits of Imagination

Everything you can imagine is real.  ~Pablo Picasso

I have noticed something interesting over the past few weeks. Suddenly – unprovoked – I have had several people suggest LONG runs to me…a 10K, a half-marathon, a full marathon (ultra…anyone?)

I have no idea why.

Maybe I crossed some invisible line after running for 7 months where suddenly the real runners I know are starting to look at me a bit more like I am one of them rather than someone who is going to casually dabble in running before moving on to the next best thing. It’s true – I am taking this pretty seriously – so perhaps that is what they sense?

To myself, however, I still feel a bit like a tourist making a long stay in a foreign country. I can sort of speak enough of the language to get by now, but I am definitely not full immersed in the cultures and ways of the locals. Still, I definitely fit in more now than before…and kind of I like it here in the world of runners for right now and I am not planning on moving on any time soon.

But when they start suggesting things like running farther than twice the distance I have ever run, well, I start to think about getting this first bus out of town. Continue reading…

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January 19, 2012

Why Are You Crying?

Why Are You Crying?

My kids are often a great inspiration to me. As any parent will tell you, you learn something every day about yourself from raising kids.

My kids both participate in organized sports. The sport-du-jour for both boys right now is rugby. Not exactly table tennis, so I certainly expect some bumps, bruises, aches and pains along the way. After years of soccer, baseball, football, basketball and water polo, I am used to it. Mostly.

Last night my 10-year-old had rugby practice and my 12-year-old wanted to swim laps. I take 10 to the field and watch the first part of practice. Then I go with 12 to the pool and he swims for half and hour and we head back to the field to get his brother. I get there just as practice is ending. This kids are finishing a scrimmage, then they huddle up. 2 minutes later, my son is running towards me on the sideline. As he arrives in front of me the gleeful smile vanishes from his face and suddenly I have a crying, quivering kid slumped at my feet moaning about his leg.

I catch the coache’s eye, point at my kid and say: Did I miss something?

Coach: You saw him – he was just running there – he was fine.

Me, to coach: Are you sure?

Coach: Yes

Me to my son: What happened?

But the best I can get for several minutes are big wet sobs. I lay him down, I check the leg – nothing bent, bleeding or visibly bruised. I give it a good mom rub, stroke his hair and plant a kiss on his forehead.

You ok, bud? Think you can walk? Continue reading…

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