what a weekend! it was great, really. beautiful weather. two soccer games yesterday. i even managed to sandwich in a 5K on my treadmill between games! wow! the idea came to me while i was on my way home from the first game – girls had sleepover on Friday night, one kiddo went home before first game, then second kiddo was going home before second game. we would be home for…oooooh, about 45-50 minutes. girls were happy to play and i jumped on tm…i broke 25:00!!!!!!!!!!!! that was a long time coming…before i sprained my ankle, i aspired to do this. i get on the treadmill about 1 time a week, and i really enjoy the workout. people say that treadmills are not calibrated correctly, yadda, yadda, yadda, but i say who cares? if you run on the same ‘mill consistently, whether it’s at home or a health club, you have your baseline to judge…i knew i was not getting below 25 minutes no matter how hard i tried. and tried i did. so, i warmed up at 7 mph; that’s fast for me. then i began toggling between 7 & 8 mph, just about every 100 meters. some intervals felt so great, i did 200 meters. oh, and i’m also trying to keep my endurance very strong on the end of the 5K. 5ks are hard, y’all! 3.1 miles can be a stroll in the park, or they can kick you right in the a$$. i’ll take the latter. a marathon is a feat of endurance. you have time to run slowly when you feel you want to…depending on your goal. i’ll talk about that at a different time. so, yeah, 5ks are friggin’ hard, sure to make cooked spaghetti out of your legs. i like it. i can’t deny it.
so, when i finished in 24:51, i felt victorious! i’m a mom & wife, for cryin’ out loud. this may not seem very significant to many, but to me, this is really big and I am happy to have met my goal. it inspires me to do more. “if I can do that, then maybe i can…” you get the idea.
went to Mass with daughters this morning. hubs wanted to go with his son this evening. i loved our mass. Father Mouton hit it right out of the ballpark again with his homily. nutshell: empty spaces in our hearts will never be filled with things of this world, only with Jesus. this recap certainly does not do him justice, but it was an amazing homily.
i cooked lots of stuff today i don’t normally cook or serve…golf tourney food…slow cooked brisket sandwiches, crab dip, onion dip, petit fours, cookies…way too many good things. i feel full. in a bad way. eeww. like, i will literally be running my a$$ off tomorrow, just to shuck the calories i took in today!
i enjoyed myself. i cut myself some slack. it is our anniversary today, too. i told hubs i totally get why God made Sunday a day of rest. today my body just wanted and needed downtime. so that’s what i did. i ate too much. tomorrow i won’t. i didn’t beat myself up over it. i figured if i was gonna eat things that were delicious, i was gonna enjoy every bite. so i did!
now the weekend is winding down and the sun is changing my light to that soft bluish-amber that i love so much. birds are going home for the night. the tournament is closing up for another year. fresh sheets on the bed. girls uniforms are out. my face is even exfoliated! wow. oooh, gotta take out the trash.
okay, so you know what today is, right? the third Sunday of Lent. come on, y’all. do something. anything! if you did something small, congratulations. now do something else. go on, now. anything at all that you think would please God. so you know, we have two more Sundays of Lent and then Holy Week starts. I LOVE HOLY WEEK. I do. I truly do. For Roman Catholics, we immerse ourselves in the beautiful traditions of our faith. my sweet daughter asked me at Mass this morning, when we were looking at the readings and the weeks leading up till Easter, “When do we get to kiss Jesus’ feet?” I truly adore that she loves that part of Holy Week as much as me.