Saturday, September 27, 2008

Seasons of a Woman's Life

This weekend I had the unique opportunity to gather with apx 119 christian women for a retreat that focused on the different seasons of life we all go thru and the blessings and challenges each season brings. This retreat could not have come at a better time for me. And although the hotel was only 5 minutes from my house, I felt like I was a million miles away. I just love the artwork on the program!
I have really faced a lot of challenges lately. And although I had challenges prior to, it seems that things really began to unravel for me following the Chicago Marathon in Oct '07. It just seemed that once the ball got rolling it was one thing after another -- injury, illness, financial problems, job loss and then coming to grips with things from the past I had buried deep inside. It has been an emotionally, spiritually and physically draining time for me and I just knew I was the only one. I have also dealt with the guilt of wanting to just run away from all of it. I have felt like a failure at motherhood, a failure at my marriage for having feelings of just wanting to leave. I have been consumed with thinking "what have I gotten myself into? why me? I don't need this much stress in my life!" Then when I got the job at St Jude, I somehow convinced myself that everything would miraculously get better. But it didn't. The laundry still piles up, the dishes still get dirty, my son still refuses to clean his room and complains about homework, my husband still sleeps thru TV on the couch, and I'm still overwhelmed, in fact, more overwhelmed than ever. The problem is that I now have a job that pays well enough that I can financially afford to leave. How can I claim to be a God fearing christian woman when I entertain thoughts like these? The guilt consumes me. Then I hear a message Friday nite and learn something that just completely set me free from the guilt. Not only do other women find themselves feeling like this BUT other CHRISTIAN women do as well!! WOW! Then, I was given the tools combat these feelings -- tools that I've always known were at my disposal but sometimes you just need to be reminded of what they are at a time and place where you are among godly women who know what it's like. I was reminded that through prayer, I can have intimacy with God. I can tell Him anything. Not only can I unload all my troubles on Him, but I can expect Him to deal with them! I can rely on His word for every answer and I can be assured that it will ALWAYS guide me in the path of righteousness. I need to have an attitude of service. For me, it is easy to have an attitude of service at work and with friends but I never looked at my role at home as a place where I needed a servant's heart. I have always viewed cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc as obligations and the "have to" stuff in my life. I was truly humbled and ashamed that I have missed the opportunities to please God in such simple tasks as folding towels and scrubbing toilets. I also learned that marriage is not about feelings and it's not about whether I'm happy or not. I made a vow before my family, my friends and most importantly, my God and regardless of how many times he overdraws the bank account, my commitment to my husband is TIL DEATH DO US PART! And while these seem like such personal issues and that the decisions I make about my marriage, my family, my life, may seem like they are no one else's business, I learned another sobering truth. People are going to judge God by what they see in me. GULP!! What an awesome responsibility! Everything I say & do, including the way I handle things when life becomes difficult, the way I treat my husband, the way I interact with my son, EVERYTHING is a direct reflection on my heavenly Father.
I also had the opportunity to walk (and even run a little) with some of the ladies from my church -- that was such an incredible experience. Then at lunch, I met some very sweet ladies. Some time during the meal I overheard them discussing the St Jude Half. Well, you know me and whenever the subject of running or St Jude comes up, especially when the 2 are combined, I'm going to be all over that! Talking with them really rekindled that desire in me. Their enthusiasm coupled with my planned runs on the river next week with Brooke have really motivated me. It helped me to realize that even tho I'm having issues with my foot still, there's no need to quit. I just need a new plan, a new strategy and an altered goal -- the miles will be the same; the way I cover them will change. And that's ok.
I feel like I could write a novel about the events of the last 24 hours but it is late and I am tired. I am excited about tomorrow -- it's been many years since I was excited about going to church. I usually don't give it much thought -- it's just habit for me. Don't get me wrong, church attendance is a very good habit but that shouldn't be why you go. I'm simply looking forward to the opportunity to worship my God, who revealed Himself to me this weekend thru godly women in such a way as to give me hope and strength and renewed faith. And even tho my laundry is piled to the ceiling and the dust bunnies have taken over every surface and Ian's bathroom (I won't go there), I can rest knowing that I will have the opportunity to serve my family and my God by addressing all those things tomorrow and I will do so with a cheerful heart. It truly is all about how you look at things...
Gotta run...
Lisa

Saturday, September 20, 2008

The Face of a Frustrated Runner vs. the Face of a Frustrated Wife...Is There a Difference?

The plan, a 4 miler @ 7am. At 6:15am, I received a text from Norma -- raining really hard at her house. A look outside to check the weather in Olive Branch showed conditions looked iffy. So, I decided to check the forecast only to find that my cable was out which for me, means no TV, no internet and no phone. We decided to bail. I told myself that I would run later but really felt that was most likely a lie. The good news is that I DID get out for a run about 6pm. The bad news is it wasn't a very good one. I shouldn't have expected great things. I haven't been very consistant lately. And I've come to rely very heavily on Susan's company. I have such a good time that the time and the miles just seem to fly by. But the biggest problem today occurred at mile 2 -- numbness in the left big toe. I so thought I was over this problem. Well, I ignored it and by the time I decided to call it quits, the numbness had radiated my entire foot and up to my knee. What the heck is that?!?!?!?!?!?! This is the face of a frustrated runner...



(Please forgive the lighting. The camera phone is a great thing but...)

I make my way back to my car and I'm trying not to be too hard on myself. I'm supposed to call Mark to let him know when I'm done. Usually, he's very good at helping me see the good in everything and running is no exception. I'm expecting that I'll whine a little and he'll tell me to cut myself some slack, etc, etc, etc. When I call, though, it goes straight to voice mail. I wait a few minutes and try again. Same thing, straight to voice mail. This can only mean that his battery has died. Should this cause me frustration? Well, no not really. Cell phone batteries die, I do understand this. But, what I don't understand is why can't he go to his truck, plug it in, call & check on me OR why can't he use someone else's phone to call & check on me. It has been over 2 hours since I called to tell him I was headed out for a run. He specifically asked me to call him when I was thru so he would know I made it home all right. It has been over an hour since I finished. He'll have a legitimate excuse (as always) and I am home safe & sound (as always) but this is something I deal with on a daily basis. Well, usually I get, "my phone was on silent & I didn't know you called." This is one of the many reasons I get frustrated and here's what IT looks like...



So, while frustration comes in many different forms for many different reasons, it looks the same. Or it does for me anyway...
And the frustration continues even at this late hour. All I want to know is "DID MEMPHIS WIN?????" We are not in Knoxville, yet I know that Tennessee lost (I HATE that!!) Arkansas lost also (I also HATE that!!!) But this is Memphis for goodness sake -- what about the Tigers!!!! There are still some of us fans left....PLEASE!!!!!
With all this being said, it's time to take my frustrations and put them to bed. Tomorrow is a new day...
Gotta run...
~Lisa



Monday, September 15, 2008

Since I'm obviously not using them for running...

Could the weather be any more perfect? Normally, temps such as this would have me out the door in seconds flat only to return home when it got too dark outside to see. But, alas even these ideal running conditions could not persuade me to even look at my dusty Sauconys let alone put them on. No, instead I went SHOPPING! I'm as addicted to shopping as I once was to running. I honestly don't know what to do to get my motivation back. I am registered for the St Jude Half in December; I am registered for the Little Rock Marathon in March -- good grief! Are these not 2 of the best reasons there are to get cracking?!?!? In the mean time, since I'm trying to become more environmentally conscious, I believe I've found the answer as to what to do with my running shoes...


Gotta run...well, that is, Needta run...
~Lisa

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Goodbye Yahoo 360...

Well, it finally happened -- I am officially dumping Yahoo 360 and moving on to bigger & better things. I finally got tired of typing for 30 minutes only to receive the message, "your post could not be saved!"Anyway, I've threatened to move my blog for months now. Better late than never I guess.

So, I had such a hard time coming up with a title for my blog. I do tend to stress over the smallest of things. I knew it had to have some reference to running. You know running -- that thing I'm not very good at but I love to do anyway. I tried to be clever -- Marathon Mom, Divas Do 26.2, Eat.Sleep.Run.Repeat -- I just couldn't decide. I was looking at my shirt from the Cooper Young 4 miler last nite. Yesterday, I woke up feeling very ill. I haven't been getting good sleep and then with the nausea, yesterday was just not a good day. But, never once did I consider skipping the race. Why is that? Well, yes, I love to run, I love the crowds, I love the comraderie (thanks, Susan!) but most of all, I LOVE the T-Shirts. And to be able to wear the shirt with pride, you have to run the race, right? So there you have it all summed up -- I run for T-shirts. When I learned that, in addition to the T-shirt, if you finish a Marathon or a Half, you get a medal, well, that was a no brainer for me! :) Okay, so there's a lot more to crossing the finish line than the bling but you gotta admit, it's much better to show off your medal than to show the blisters you got somewhere around mile 14 that painfully burst at mile 21...I digress...

So, in keeping with the title of my new blog, I find it only fitting that my 1st pic be of the shirt that I earned on a VERY warm & humid nite while not feeling well...





I promise I will spend the upcoming days & weeks improving my photography skills. :) But for now...

Gotta run...

~Lisa