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life, in a nutshell – an update

life, in a nutshell – an update

It has been a bit since I posted about something other than “training” — pretend those are air quotes — or upcoming races or upcoming events to promote upcoming races, so I figured it was time for some non-running banter. Here we go.

Books! – many. The most recent ones I’ve read include:

  • Matt Richtel’s A Deadly Wandering – which will stay with you a long time after you’re done and might make you neurotic upon seeing other drivers texting/facebooking/tweeting/whatevering while they’re supposed to be driving (agh! freaking A, people!)
  • Dalton Conley’s Parentology – which, if you are a parent, will probably make you laugh and scratch your head a little bit and probably judge the eff out of him for his parenting ways. If you’re not a parent but still like some good ol fashioned social science reading, I think it’s still an enjoyable read.
  • Chris Cleave’s Little Bee – a quick departure for me from my usual nonfiction preferences and a book that has been out for a few years (?) now and, I think, has been pretty popular. It’s good and fast — think airport reading — but also kinda haunting. It contains lots of suicidal undertones from the unstable narrator, which can be (understandably) a bit unnerving at times.
  • Julie Tupler’s Maternal Fitness – homework reading. All about getting #laborstrong, baby.
  • Lisa Genova’s Still Alice – naturally, I’m partial to the protagonist’s name. I didn’t see this in theatres last fall, and generally speaking, I either read the book or watch the movie; I don’t do both because of how hugely disappointed I usually am. This handful-of-years-old novel is also a bit haunting and damn heartbreaking. As much as I know, I don’t have any familial connection to Alzheimer’s, but seeing the super-smart and super-talented and super-everything protagonist slowly succumb to early-onset AD just sucks (no spoilers there, promise). Truth be told, since reading it, anytime I fail to remember something, I automatically think that I am showing symptoms of EOAD, which is horrible because the pregnancy has given me swiss cheese for brains most days.
  • Amy Poehler’s Yes Please – I adore her. Just adore. Her autobio is a ton of fun to read not only because of her extensive Chicago experiences and comedic backgrounds but also because she just seems like such a cool human being. Her writing is more funny than serious, but she definitely has some great little nuggets of wisdom for readers, including my favorite — be more kind to yourself and talk to yourself as if you’re 90. In other words, whenever you’re unduly fretting about something, ask yourself if it’ll matter when you’re 90. No? Move the eff on, sister. It’s really that easy.

Disneyland! Oh, the magic of the happiest place on earth. Mid-month, my folks flew into SFO from Ohio, and the five of us drove down to Anaheim to meet my sister and her 3 boys, who had also flown in from Ohio, for a good 4-5 days at Disneyland and California Adventure. It was everyone’s (except our) first time at Disneyland, and it was amazing, especially since we were a party of 9 with four children aged 12 and under (3, 3, 5, and 12). Southern California gave us an abundance of sunshine (as usual), pretty perfect weather, and tons and tons of memories. My folks hadn’t been out to CA since Mother’s Day ’14, and my sis and her kids had never been out here, so it was just fantastic. I can’t wait to do it again. We have so many pictures from the trip, but I’ll just post these two because the look of terror/joy on the kids’ faces is just priceless.

splash mountain - 2015

space mountain - 2015

The pregnancy – all’s well. Some days I think that it is moving along really quickly, and other days I feel like I’ve been pregnant for-ev-er. I’m obviously really grateful that the pregnancy is healthy and that Kiddo Dos is well, but I feel like compared to the first time around, the novelty of pregnancy — for lack of a better phrase — just isn’t there. The first time around, it was all whoa! my boobs are so big! My belly button has popped out! look how huge my stomach is! This time around, those expressions of self-entertainment are more tempered with sentiments like fuck, how are my boobs already so big? or crap, I don’t remember being this big until my Xth month or whatever. At the same time though — and even though I said that I wouldn’t talk about running, I have to at least mention it — my running is way stronger the second time around. It’s just a different experience. I don’t want to say I’m “over” being pregnant because I still have a long way to go, and really, I have nothing to complain about, but I guess this time around it’s not something that I’ve been fixated on like I was the first time. I’m definitely not wishing it away because I know that life with two small children will be absolutely crazy, so I’m just reveling in the time that we still have together as a family of three.

take your kid to work day. she was the only mini software engineer in a tutu or leotard.
take your kid to work day. she was the only mini software engineer in a tutu or leotard.

midwest-bound! Pretty stoked that A and I will be going to Ohio for about two weeks in the beginning of June. This will likely be our only time out in the midwest this year (since my due date is August 17), and it’ll be nice to see my family again plus some extended family that’s scattered throughout northeast Ohio. What’s super awesome about this trip is that my brother and his family will also be coming in from Texas, so I’ll get to see my bro and his wife for the first time in over two years (!), AND I’ll finally get to meet my more-than-one-year-old nephew for the first time. A will be really stoked to meet her other cousin whom she has heard so much about for the past year. My BFF in Ohio is also pregnant, a few weeks ahead of me, so it’ll be great to see her in all her pregnant glory right before she pops, too 🙂 #babiesfordays

The #RinnStone wedding – Bay Area weddings sure are pretty. Attending this last weekend was just a delight. Erin was one of the few folks I knew out here before we moved and is a longtime friend from Boston/Chicago ’10 training, back when we both were living in Chicago.

rinnstone

That’s about it. Have a great weekend!

life, in a nutshell

life, in a nutshell

One of my favorite Barenaked Ladies songs and also an appropriate description for this post. It’s been a bit since I posted a non-running-specific bit, so I’m probably due.

things that will make me lose my mind. Perhaps blame the raging pregnancy hormones for my irritability with this, but yeah, apparently there’s enough people in this country who think that bringing back measles is totally cool. Even better, my family and I live in the state most affected/infected! And better still?! There have been at least two reported cases in my county! Honest to god, I thought all the bullshit I read online about “detoxes” and “cleanses” and “eating clean” made my blood boil… this measles stuff takes the cake. dear lord. I get it, I’m a parent, and as parents, we get to choose how to parent our children in ways that we think are best for them … yet … science, people. SCIENCE. One more time for good measure: SCI. ENCE.

^learn some basic science, folks. (and for a great video, in case you need a refresher as to why this is so. fucking. important. — http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/body/vaccines-calling-shots.html)

 

dreams. There are lots of potentially unpleasant things that come with pregnancy, but one of the more fun ones is the whackadoo dreams you might potentially have! Highlights of my most recent ones include high school boy troubles and shitty friendships; seeing and catching up with my long-ago-deceased family members; dreaming that kiddo dos ended up being a super-bright ginger daughter; and having a baby pet crocodile that I had to walk (on a leash) in my grandma’s kitchen, in the house she lived in until I was in high school. Hormones can be fuuuuuun.

 

Neil Patrick Harris. Totally enamored. Santa brought C his choose-your-own-adventure autobiography, though it was really probably more for Santa and less for C, and it was a blast to read. NPH is one of those crazy-talented individuals, and the fact that he genuinely sounds like a normal dude who’s also a dad just takes the cake. You should totally read his autobio. At times I was literally laughing out loud, and at other times, I was crying. (The stuff he writes about becoming a father is especially poignant and endearing).

 

lifting. I decided it was high time to get super stronger, so I took advantage of my parks and rec department’s awesome promotion for New Years and bought a citywide gym pass, primarily just so I’d really have an incentive to go do stuff that I should be doing anyway, like lifting. After a 30 minute shakeroo run on Monday, I lifted at a gym for the first time in probably … four years?, and it was a fuckin’ blast. I forget how fun lifting can be. It’s also great that there’s not a single soul in the gym when I’m there, so I basically have full run of the place.

 

fetus. All good! Just about outta the first tri and slowly but surely beginning to feel like a human (and myself, somewhat) again. CA does their genetic testing differently from what we had done in IL, so we could do it as soon as 9 weeks gestational age. The crazy thing is that C already knows the sex from this genetic testing stuff because the testing basically separated my blood from that of the kiddo’s (hashtag science is cool) and checked out the DNA and stuff.  Crazy. Just like with A, I adamantly don’t want to know the sex and won’t know it until delivery. Right now, I’m feeling girl, but that means nothing.  I’m already beginning to feel little movements, too. It’s so fun.

 

possible (amended) running goal for 2015. Initially, 2015 was going to be the year that I finally obliterated my 3:20 PR and posted that 3:15ish and then later, run my first 50 miler. Those things aren’t going to happen this year, and that’s totally a-okay in my book and called for a goal revisit. Beyond the obvious and most important grow and nourish and then safely deliver a healthy baby, depending on how life goes post-kiddo dos’ arrival, I might end up pacing a friend for the final 22 miles of his debut 50miler at TNF EC in December. I won’t be in any rush to get back to my usual fitness levels, so I haven’t committed to it. I just think it’s pretty cool to consider. We’ll see.

 

the flying fish. My current love for popsicles is beat only by A’s love for swimming.

I love her teacher's "oh, shit!" face
I love her teacher’s “oh, shit!” face

 

winter in SJ. It has been rough. These are from Sunday, when friends and family in the midwest were getting hit hard and heavy with snow.

tulip looping at Rancho San Antonio
tulip looping at Rancho San Antonio w S

 

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