I took on running this morning, as promised in my pledge to take over the workouts of my dear friend. It wasn’t pretty. I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t even run all of it. I did, however, do it, and my calves and quads are hating me for it. I even made it to tonights tennis class, but I wasn’t footloose and fancy free. I haven’t run in probably 10 years, unless you count playing with the girlies, and no matter what tight-tushed celebrities might tell you, THAT is not what keeps them in shape. It was time for me though. Just me, TheBaby in a jog stroller, and some Spotify IndieKids tunes to motivate and entertiain. I may not have liked it, but I was smiling, and there is a good chance I’ll do it again tomorrow. This is a good plan. 🙂
That’s what they say, right? Last month my beautiful, brilliant, tough and tremendous girlfriend was shockingly diagnosed with breast cancer. She’s a newly single mother of 3 teenage boys, an amazing advocate for youth concussion awareness and has more energy than anyone I’ve ever met. She doesn’t get cancer. But she did. It is hard to digest and even harder to figure out how to help without overwhelming her and making her feel anything less than the fierce woman she’s always been.
We’ve texted, chatted and exchanged quips over potential boobie boosts, wig styling and her disdain for pink.
I’ve come up with a new approach. She has to take a break from her beloved boot camp workouts and training until she has recovered from next week’s surgery and the treatments to follow, so I’m going to jump in her cross-trainers. I hearby declare myself, her substitute fitness-junkie, and I’ve told her she needs to take getting well seriously, because this amount of physical activity may kil me. 🙂 But, here I am making it public. Kettle bells, power squats and planks here I come! Price, you can get some rest knowing the (medicine) ball has not been dropped… but MAN is it heavy! I love you, and to any other women out there starting, or continuing the good fight, here’s to happiness, strength and an expedited return to health.
Bringing color into my home always makes me smile. I’ve realized, as we’ve moved over and over into different places each with odd quirks and flaws, that I may not be the This Old House gal I used to think I was. I think I’m more of a “This Old Kitchen Table” lady. I’m too impatient to deal with old pipes and plaster walls, and I hate creaky floors. Flea market or better yet… FREECYCLE furniture though? Heaven! A coat of milk paint and some heavy paste wax goes a long way towards making my battered old friends feel cheery again, and the history of the pieces I’ve aquired feels warm and safe. Maybe if I don’t win this giveaway, you will, and you’ll treasure a heap of scuffed wood the way I do. Grab the kids and start painting!
Miss Mustard Seed has gorgeous stacks of inspiration and tips for anyone with a budding interest. Worth the follow, for sure.
The Last Hurrah…and Milk Paint Giveaway!.
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