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Preparing for the Race for the Cure

I have never “trained” for a race, and I hesitate to even use that word. Training sounds serious.  I like the word “preparing” better. 

Last week I was able to start preparing for the Race for the Cure, not at a gym, but at a local playground.  Now you see why I don’t really consider myself “training.” I don’t think serious runners train at a playground. Since I am not a serious runner, but a mom, who also has to watch two little boys most of the time,  while I prepare for the race, the playground is working out for us. 

The first time we went to the playground, the boys rode their scooters.  From our house, it was probably just under a mile.  I discovered there were two bike paths at the park.  The first one was probably not more than half a mile around. The boys did great following me on their scooters as I ran.  

I liked the path, but after four times around, (with breaks), the boys were getting tired, so I decided to take them up to the playground above this first path.  There is a much smaller path I could run on, while the boys played at the playground.  Here it is: (can you hear Eye of the Tiger playing right now?)

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I am guessing this path is probably not more than a quarter mile around.  Since I am not a serious runner and am not training, I don’t have any fancy GPS running watches, or anything like that.  The best feature of this path was the boys were occupied on the playground (they are on the red climbing thing):

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I ran around this path about seven times.  The boys were exhausted by the time we got home- they still had to ride their scooters home. 

On Thursday evening, I figured out that if we drove to the park, the boys could play much longer, and wouldn’t be so tired, which would mean more running time for me!  It worked really well.  They started getting really into it, and would stop playing every time I ran by the playground.  They would stand there, and hold out their hands for me to high five them.  Ryan ran around with me on the path a few times.  I told them I would get them some whistles, so they could be proper coaches. 

I followed the advice Sonja had given me and didn’t try to run fast at all.  I had a lot more energy, and I didn’t get tired and have to walk any of the path.  I ended up running 20 laps.  I ran for thirty-five minutes.  I wasn’t sure how close I was getting to 3 miles, I figured I was at least in the ball-park.

On Friday night, the boys and I went to my dad’s house in Denver to spend the night.  While they were roasting marshmallows, I went on a run.  My dad told me where my sister used to live from his house, was 1.2 miles.  If  I could run there and back, I would be just under 2.5 miles. 

I started to run, and felt great. I had to tell myself to slow down and not run too fast.  I must have had a really good pace because I felt like I could have kept running.  I reached my sister’s old house.  I thought about going a few more blocks, so I could be really close to 3 miles, but it was getting dark, and I wasn’t in an area I was really familiar with.  I headed back to my dad’s.  I only stopped once, and it was to take this picture on the Washington St. Bridge right above I-25:

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About two blocks away from my dad’s house, I started to get tired.  But I was also excited that I had been able to go so far, and realized that I would actually be able to run the 3 miles for the race!  When I got back, I had run 2.4 miles in 35 minutes.  I figured I could do 3 miles in 45 minutes.

On Saturday, my knees and hips hurt!  Running on concrete will do that. Plus, I had been running in really, really, old tennis shoes.  I think they are at least five years old.  I decided even though I am not training, I wasn’t going to spend a fortune on new shoes, but it was time for a pair of actual running shoes.  Here is a old shoe-new shoe picture: (it shouldn’t be too hard to guess which are the old shoes 🙂 )

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Yesterday evening, the boys went to their dad’s house, so it was the first time I was able to time myself, and see how far I could run.  I had measured the distance in the car and measured 1.5 miles from my house.  I wore my new shoes, and it took me a few minutes to get used to them.  I also started feeling really sluggish as I started off.  I couldn’t really find a rhythm.  I was running faster than I wanted to, and had to force myself to slow down several times.

At 1.4 miles, everything started to click.  I reached the 1.5 mile point, and turned around to run home.  I didn’t check to see what kind of pace I was on.  At 2.5 miles, I just sped up.  I felt really good, and decided to run faster.  A car came up behind me that I had seen, and I ran off to the side of the road.  At the last second, (and I mean second) I saw this HUGE hole. I had to leap to get across it, and I just barely cleared it. 

I felt a surge of energy and ran faster until I got to my house.  I looked at the time, and even with starting off slow, having to run off to the side of the road every time a car came, and the dodging-the-hole-episode,  I was thrilled to see that I had ran the 3 miles in 41 minutes!  I was also happy that I didn’t have to stop and walk any of it.   

Race day is in 13 days, and I feel very confident where I am right now.  I wasn’t sure if I would even be able to run/walk 3 miles.  I am going to set a time goal. If I can run the entire distance, and if I can do it in under 40 minutes, then the training preparation will have paid off.

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Bullying

I live right next door to the pocket park for the neighborhood.   I can look out the kitchen window and see the playground equipment.  The kitchen window is right where I prepare meals, so many times Ryan is playing at the park while I am making dinner.  I can watch him right from the window.

This evening, as he was playing at the park (he was the only one there at the time), I noticed two older boys arrive at the park.  I try not to stereotype kids, but they immediately caught my attention.  First of all, they were a lot older than the usual neighborhood kids who play there.  Second, one of them was wearing really baggy pants, and his baseball cap was on backwards.  I haven’t seen one kid in the neighborhood dress like this before either.

I watched them as they interacted with Ryan.   I thought it odd they were even talking to a little kid like him.  They were smiling as Ryan was talking to them, but it was like a mocking smile.  Ryan ran up on the playground equipment and the older boy, Baggy Pants Boy, ran right up behind him.  He started to block Ryan’s way.  Ryan turned around, and went down the slide, and then the second boy stood in his way.  I went outside at this point to the backyard, and stood at the fence, where I could still see and hear everything that was being said. There is a tree there, so I wasn’t too obvious standing there.

Ryan said “Let me through,” and Baggy Pants Boy, said mimicking him, “Let me through.”  Then the other boy pushed Ryan on his back, while Ryan was climbing up a ladder.  Baggy Pants Boy got to the top of the ladder, purposely to block Ryan’s way.  Ryan said, “Let me get past you,” and he mimicked him again.  Ryan was trapped with Baggy Pants Boy in front of him, and the other boy behind him. 

I was so mad when I saw the second boy push Ryan.  I don’t want to fight my son’s battles for him, but this clearly was not a case of two similar aged children having a squabble on the playground.  I stepped out from behind the tree and told the boys to get off the ladder.  They looked surprised and stood there looking at me, but moved out of the way.  I told them I had been watching them, and it was not appropriate to treat kids the way they were treating Ryan.  Baggy Pants Boy got off the equipment, and started walking away.  I looked straight at the second boy, and told him he is not to push any child either, and to get away from Ryan.

He stood there glaring at me.  I glared back, with my newly found, hell-hath-no-fury-like-a mother-watching-her-son-being-picked-on-glare.  It seemed surreal I was staring down a young kid.  After a minute he turned away, and ran off to join his friend.

I had Ryan come home and I talked to him.  He said the boys had been mean to him, and one had been repeating everything he had said.  Then he told me another one pushed him.  Then he told me the most disturbing part that I had not heard- he said the boys had told them they had guns, and they were going to shoot him.

I had no reason to doubt Ryan- everything he had told me up to this point was what I had seen and heard happen myself.  I also know that Ryan doesn’t make up stories like this.  Then Cole started crying and said he was scared the boys were going hurt Ryan.  I calmed him down and told Ryan and Cole no one was going to hurt them.  I went outside, and saw the two boys riding their bikes way down at the end of the street. 

I thought about trying to go find their parents, but I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do.  I went back inside, and we finished eating.  After dinner, my boys went to play in the backyard, and I went outside again.  I saw the two boys still riding their bikes, but they were just a few houses away.  I started to walk towards them. The boy I had the stare-down with was the closest.  When I was sure he would hear me, I called out to him, that I would like to talk to him.

He rode over to me, and I flat out asked him, if he had told my little boy he had a gun and he was going to shoot him.  He said no, and told me he was a good kid.  He said he had only told Ryan he had a toy gun.  I asked him why he had pushed Ryan, and he denied that.  I told him I had seen him push Ryan’s back.  He looked down at his shoes.  I asked him what his name was, and how old he was.  He told me his name, and then told me he was all of eight years old.  I asked him if the other boy (Baggy Pants) was his brother and he said no-they were friends.  He then told me his name, and told me he was ten. 

At this point Baggy Pants Boy rode over.  The boy I was talking to, C., told Baggy Pants what Ryan had said, and he looked very surprised and told me they never had told him they were going to shoot him.  I asked Baggy Pants why he was blocking Ryan, and mimicking him?  He denied that too.  I told him I had seen him do it, and he looked at me sheepishly.   

I told the two boys that they were a lot older than Ryan.  I told them Ryan was only in kindergarten.  I told them that even if they had been talking about toy guns, younger kids don’t always understand when someone is joking or not.  I told them not to talk about guns to Ryan, and I told them that if they ever saw Ryan again at the park and they could not play nice with him, then to stay away and leave him alone.  I told them that if I heard or saw them picking on Ryan or any other little kid, I would have to talk to their parents.  They told me okay, and they nodded.

In the back of my mind, I was thinking that they could possibly be being bullied themselves.  Before they rode off I told them my name, and if they ever needed anything, to let me know.  I thanked them for listening to me and told them to have a good night.  Then they rode off.

I was debating on whether I should tell their parents now, but I think I was very clear and firm with the boys.  I feel like I should make the “I’ll be watching you” sign in that movie, Meet the Parents, every time I see them from now on.  Hopefully by explaining to them what the boundaries are, they will not pick on Ryan or any other child again.

That was very hard to watch, and I just hope the point was taken.  I guess all I can do now is wait and see.

******Edited 9/24/07:  I have an updated post to this situation.**********

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Easy Tortilla Pizza & Caprese Salad

Taking a break from school and health updates, I am totally stealing my friend Amy’s (Crunchy Domestic Goddess), blog post, but adding another element to it. 

Amy wrote a blog post today about a very fast and quick lunch idea that another one of our friends, Melissa (Nature Deva), passed on to her.  It is tortilla pizza, and it is a brilliant recipe.  I have been wanting to make pizza for a few days now, but have not been motivated to make the crust from scratch like I normally do.  I hate the store bought dough- it doesn’t do pizza justice.  I saw Amy’s blog post today and decided to make it for dinner. 

This recipe calls for using tortillas for the crust.  The “crust” came out crispy and light, and you can use whatever kind of tortilla you want.  I love that I could make individual pizzas without a lot of extra work.  Cole loves pizza and will eat any topping.  Ryan doesn’t care for pizza, because he only likes pineapple as a topping and he does not like the tomato sauce.  I make a special section of pizza for Ryan, but he always found that one mushroom, or stray topping and wouldn’t want to eat his pizza.  This recipe solves that problem.  An added plus was the boys liked helping me make the pizzas and got a kick out of making their own.  Ryan wanted his pizza with very little tomato sauce, and topped with a little basil.  Cole wanted his pizza with normal sauce but no basil, and I made mine topped with fresh basil.

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I also made a caprese salad for me, and it made the perfect size meal.  We each ate only half of our pizzas, so we have lunch all ready for tomorrow!  Thanks Melissa for the recipe, and thanks Amy for blogging it first.  🙂

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To make the pizza, place one tortilla on a cookie sheet.  Prepare tomato sauce.  (I make my own sauce using tomato sauce, garlic, dried oregano, basil, salt and pepper to taste).  Spread tomato sauce on the tortilla, and top with cheese.  As Amy recommends, if you want to add some toppings, they should be cooked first, and you really don’t want to load up these pizzas with toppings, since the “crust” is very thin, and the cooking time is so fast. 

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Place pizza under the broiler in the oven for about five minutes, but keep your eye on it, since it can cook very fast.  (I put our pizzas on the bottom rack for a few minutes to make sure the tomato sauce got hot, and then put the pizza on the top rack. )

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That’s it for the pizza.  To make the caprese salad, slice tomatoes (ones from your garden are best!) and drizzle extra virgin olive oil on them.  Add salt and pepper.  Then put a slice of the best mozzarella cheese you can afford on top of the tomato slices.  Add fresh basil to the top. I drizzle more olive oil on top, and then let it sit for at least 10 minutes to let the flavors absorb. 

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Enjoy these fast, healthy, and kid friendly recipes.  🙂    Amy has some other ideas and pictures for these pizzas, and you can read her post here.  

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The First Day of Kindergarten

It doesn’t seem possible that, this day is here already- Ryan’s first day of school.  How did five and a half years pass so quickly? 

Ryan was so excited to start school.  He has been asking everyday when school starts.  The other day he said he wished he could stay home and play with Cole, but he had to go to school.  He said it in such a grown up voice.  Yesterday he was sitting at the kitchen table with his backpack on.  When I asked him what he was doing, he said he was practicing riding the bus to school. 

We went yesterday to meet his teacher, and Ryan got to sit at his desk, and get a feel for the classroom.  He is going to school two and a half days a week, and there are 19 children in his class.  His teacher, Mrs. G., seemed wonderful, and was very organized.  All the children seemed nice, and I am positive Ryan will have a great year.

From the day Ryan was born, I wanted  him to be confident, and happy when new experiences arise.  I was painfully shy as a child, and the first day of school every year filled me with dread and anxiety.  So I am very happy Ryan was so excited and confident to take this next step. 

But as a mother, it is bittersweet.  This is my baby and starting school is a very real reminder that, well- he isn’t a baby anymore, and never will be again.  I knew this day was coming, but yet- it still seemed very far off- other people’s children grow up and go to school.  There is a part of me that wished Ryan (and Cole) could stay little forever- there is nothing in the world like a baby.  If you are a parent, you know what I am describing.

But every milestone your baby reaches, brings them closer to this day- the day they go off to school and start their life more independent from you.  When Ryan was born, a friend gave me a book- mediatations for new mothers.  In those early days, as I sat for hours rocking and nursing him, this passage stuck in my mind- for every milestone Ryan took as a baby, and today:

“Yes, it hurts when buds burst, there is pain when something

grows.”–Karin Boye

I shed tears of joy when Alexander first crawled across the

floor. I clapped and cheered. Moments later, I realized that life

with him would never be the same. His baby days were over, he would

soon be a toddler. Then I cried again as a sense of loss washed

over me.

We provide support and encouragement for our little ones. we

help them learn to crawl, to walk, and to stand. Yet, with every

accomplishment, there is a twinge of sadness. Maybe our children no

longer need us? They do need us, but they must keep growing,

developing, changing.

(From Meditations for New Mothers by Beth Wilson Saavedra)

Ryan waved good-bye to us as he walked into the school- not with me, or his dad, but by himself, following Mrs. G., I silently said good-bye to my baby, and hello to a confident, independent little boy.  This is the way it is supposed to be, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Here are a few pictures from the last five and half years:

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First day of kindergarten- Aug. 2009

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The End of Summer

As the sun streamed into my room this morning, I couldn’t help but be happy.  A week ago, I said good-bye to my boys expecting to see them in four days.  It turned into a week, because of the radioactive iodine therapy I underwent on Monday for thyroid cancer. 

Initially, I was going to have Cole for the day, and then pick up Ryan later from his grandparent’s house, but as it turned out- I ended up with both boys, and I couldn’t believe how much they had changed in a week!  They both looked older, and I think they both grew at least an inch during the past week.  It was so good to hug and kiss them- this was the longest amount of time I have ever been away from my children.

The day was beautiful, and I took them to the park.  I am so thankful I have energy again, and could actually play with them.  At one point, Cole came up to me, and asked me to hold him.  I picked him up, sat down with him, held him close to me, and kissed the top of his head.  A few moments later, Ryan sat down next to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me.  I held him too, and the three of us sat there- reconnecting.

I have had an enormous amount of guilt this last week, regarding this summer and the boys.  This is the last summer we had before Ryan starts kindergarten- a rite of passage- and in my mind, the end of an era for us.  The days of Ryan being at home for the majority of the week, are almost done. He is starting his school career.  I had such plans for the boys and I, for this summer- before I fully realized the impact the cancer surgery, recovery, and treatment was going to take. 

I wanted the summer to be special for them- I wanted them to remember swimming, ice cream and watermelon- not that their mommy had cancer.   But when something like cancer happens, it stops all plans- there is nothing you can do, but start taking it one day at a time.  I had to sacrifice this summer so I could have the autumns, winters, springs, and summers in the future with them.  I wanted to tell them I was sorry- sorry that they had deal with something like this at such a young age. 

As we sat there on the bench in the park, and I held them close to me, it reminded me that the only thing the boys really need from me is my love.  I told them how much I loved them, how proud I was of them, and I was finally feeling better.  The boys told me they loved me too, and Ryan said he could tell “by my face” that I was feeling better.  Then they scooted off of me- the moment was over- and ran to the swings.

I felt it in the air this morning, the coolness- the trace of crispness in the air.  The air isn’t quite summer morning air, but is autumn whispering its approaching presence in the background.  Some things in life are constant- children growing, sickness, health, and love.  My boys will remember this was the summer I was sick with cancer, but they will also remember my love for them, and the love from their family and friends.  That is what matters. 

As this summer slips away, much like childhood, a beautiful, golden autumn will emerge finally- one morning at a time.