Thursday, September 11, 2014

via marathon

preface: if i had just kept my big fat mouth shut (not likely, ever) i wouldnt even be having to write this blog right now! but since i told approximately 12 people that i was running a marathon this past weekend, and since i posted a stupid picture on instagram and tweeted that i had race braids in... i ultimately must write a stupid blog about my stupid race. my pity party ended about 15 minutes ago, but i forgot i hadnt written this yet. lets hope i can make it through without crying (not likely, ever).

may 12 2014- maine coast marathon:
"as i turned left into the university of new england, i knew i had probably a half mile left to run to get there. i looked down at my watch and saw the time change to 3:34:00... i had 59 seconds to get to the finish, and i knew it wasnt possible. 18 weeks and 26 miles flashed before my eyes at that very moment, and i just took it all in. 4am (or earlier) alarms. the dreaded (but grown to love) treadmill. 100m/400m/800m/1000m/1200m/1600m sprints. long runs. ice baths. compression gear. foam rolling. garmin. gatorade. gu. heart. fear. dedication. smiles. tears. friends. family. ty. henry... nothing could take away the work i had put in to getting to me to this moment, but i also couldnt change the result i was about to face. and instead of throwing in the towel, giving up, or hanging my head, i pushed thru... turned left into parking lot 16, ran under the bridge, and came around the corner to see the finish line. i threw up my arms as if to say "oh well, better luck next time", and ran into the arms of my best friend as she placed the medal around my neck."

(so... yeah. crying. apparently im still not over that race. move on! find a mountain and get over it already! maybe i should register for the mount washington road race, its just one hill...)

the boston marathon has never been one of my "i must do that race" races. i know thats weird. everyone thinks that race is the marathoners dream... it just never was one of mine. sure, i would love to run it. and as much as i would enjoy raising money for a good charity, i want to qualify. but after having run 8 marathons and just barely getting my sub 4 hour goal, i just didnt think i could ever be fast enough to qualify. and i was ok with that! i love heading down to boston in april and watching everyone run, and i usually have a marathon shortly thereafter and it gets me psyched up to watch one before i run one. (side note: if you have never spectated a marathon, let alone the boston marathon, you dont know what youre missing. its absolutely incredible. go do it! tomorrow!).

anyway, i started training on january 6th for the maine coast marathon, starting my training with the goal of attempting to qualify for boston with a pace of 8:11 (finishing time 3:34:59 or better). as my training went along, i began adjusting those paces and goal times (down/faster). and i came close to qualifying, finishing just 2 minutes and 9 seconds shy on the hottest day of the year. the heat and sun were relentless that day but i did everything i could and gave it my best. yet, my almost 22 minute PR wasnt enough to ride the bus to hopkinton and get myself inside those barricades along the streets of boston. 

i was ok with it on that day, and for a few days after. and then i decided i wasnt ok with it anymore. i didnt want to wait until chicago. i deserved to get back what i felt like i lost that day along the coast of maine.


there were very few races left between the beginning of june and boston registration that were in close enough proximity to where i live that i could run, and i was talked into this one by someone else running it (they ultimately decided not to do it, and by then i was already registered). i decided to keep this race to myself this time (my husband and bff were the only people to know when i registered). i felt like it took some of the pressure off and i could just focus on the training and the race. of course as time got closer i told a few more people, but for everyone else i was still just training for chicago (which wasnt technically a lie!). a few weeks after registering i also convinced jocelyn to do it as well, and ultimately told sam (who had been coaching me all year) i would be joining him for the race i knew he would be trying to qualify at as well. yup, even kept this race from him for awhile! top secret! 

my training went very well, just as it had for maine coast (minus the one week where i decided to quit running and that i hated all things marathon related and i think i maybe ran one of my scheduled runs and 25 of the 50 or so miles that i was supposed to run. whatever. i was SO over running). my mile pace went to 6:11. i did 600s at a sub 6 minute pace, sub 7s mile repeats, a 20 miler at 8:40 pace, 7:50s felt easy... everything was coming together.

in true danielle fashion i stressed about the weather (side note: apps should not allow extended forecasts to go out as far as 30 days!). every day for almost 4 weeks i checked allentown saturday night overnight temps, sunday am humidity, bethleham and easton temps. they went from 85 degrees, to 59 degrees, rain, high humidity, low humidity... why did i even bother?! but by the time race week came along, things were looking good. almost perfect actually. this was a real relief. this was going to be my day.

our original plan was to wake up early saturday morning and drive to the expo then on to the hotel (race was a point to point, with the expo mear the halfway mark). our parents suggested they come the night before and watch henry so we could leave friday instead, and ty said he would be able to get out of work early in order to leave at a relatively decent time. sam and his wife graciously offered their guest room for us to stay, which was going to give us the opportunity to go into philly on saturday for a little while, something ive wanted to do for a long time! (and she was making us her banana bread that sam has been raving about for 4 years!) 

i pretty much packed up everything i own and we got on the road shortly after noon. i hadnt been feeling well for most of the morning but i thought it was just nerves. 

car ride essentials

danielle runs on dunkin

i wasnt really paying attention to my water intake, but i felt like i was drinking enough there were quite a few bathroom stops on the drive, however, and my stomach really felt awful. i just wanted this race to be done with! remember when marathons were fun and not so stressful?! we got to west chester a little after 8pm and i was so happy to be out of the car.

he thinks hes funny. dont let him fool you, he was happy to have me there.

i struggled through a small bowl of pasta and sam made us watch ufc with him (ok ill admit i was slightly entertained). we got to bed a little after 10:30pm and i tossed and turned until almost 12:30am. then i was up at 5am, still not feeling well. sam and i went for a shake out run around his neighborhood and the humidity was 95%, which certainly didnt help me feel any better. i dont know what our pace was but i know my heart rate was not at a recovery rate, thats for sure (and i saw a snake. it was dead but yuck).

this was how i felt about our recovery run. i dont know why he was so excited about it.

i saw this on their fridge and snapped a pic before leaving

sams wife made us gluten free pancakes with chocolate chips for breakfast that were sooooo good, but i still wasnt feeling well and only ate two. i had already had half a bowl of oatmeal and granola that i tried to get down but couldnt finish. i dont know what was wrong but everything just felt off. ty and i left after breakfast and headed to love park and then to a sandwich shop he had gone to before (and was on one of those food network tv shows apparently). the drive into and thru the city (at least where we were) was way easier than boston, parking was a breeze, there werent that many people, and the sandwich at this restaurant was aaaaaamazing! (the drive to the restaurant was really really sketchy though)



ty had the most amazing pork sandwich but i was nervous about eating such a heavy sandwich so i ordered a BLT (only could eat half) and some french fries, of course. i kept stealing little pieces of his pork and would eat them with a french fry. seriously if youre ever in philly, go there. why would anyone go to subway? (which those are everywhere)

after lunch we headed to bethleham where the expo was. it was at the old steel stacks which were very cool. while waiting for jocelyn to arrive, we stopped in at "the steel pub" and had a drink. shockingly, i was able to finish my beer (actually thats probably not all that shocking). jocelyn texted me that she was stuck in traffic and wouldnt be there for a while, so ty and i headed to the expo to grab my stuff and then went on to the hotel. we walked around the expo for a few minutes, but there was certainly nothing i couldnt live without (and i knew i would probably be spending a little bit of money on chicago apparel... in hindsight, im glad i dont have the light blue half zip i had my eye on there!)

the stacks


once jocelyn got to the hotel, it was like an instant giggle fest started (and seemingly never ended). we went to grab dinner at wegmans, laid out all of our race stuff, watched a few episodes of the big bang theory, and were in bed before 9pm. win.


i also tried on her hokas, which im pretty sure might be my next running shoe if i need a pair before brooks releases their new launch next year (and ebates has 4.5% off, free 2 day shipping, and free returns/30 day trial! cant beat that!)

they may look big but they are comfy!

obviously im not a pro like her

once my head hit the pillow i was out until my alarm went off. the hotel had bagels, coffee and little care packages for all runners (water, fruit and granola bar). i attempted to eat two pieces of toast with peanut butter, drank some coffee and we headed to the start. sam and jocelyn ran this race last year and said the start had been really congested, so we left early. there were barely any people there when we got there and we parked easily and got to the porta potties with no lines. it was pretty chilly so we decided to go back to the car to keep warm and listen to music... its a good thing we did, as we were parked in the wrong parking lot and everyone was needing to move (they hadnt yet blocked off the lot we parked in for the hospital). luckily moving the car wasnt a huge hassle. i snapped this picture before moving the car, and i had sam shine his flashlight on me while i took it. i didnt know he had taken a pic, but i think its actually a pretty cool shot.


after multiple trips to the porta potties (totally nervous and yet couldnt go to the bathroom. lovely!) it was go time. we snapped this pic real quick and jumped into the start line. jocelyn and i chatted pace plans for a few seconds and the gun went off. this was it.


sweet hairy chest photo bomb

as nervous as i had been, it was time to do this. i had no other option, and i wasnt about to let week after week of training go to waste. i had full confidence in my ability. id run 1,394 miles with all of this training... only 26.2 miles to go.

mile 1 7:58
mile 2 7:50
mile 3 7:55

straight out of the start line we ran straight for a short way out of the hospital parking lot and took a right, running us out through a neighborhood, up a small hill, and back out onto the street. we ran past the hospital, through an intersection and headed towards what looked to be a steep downhill. it was difficult to keep from flying down the hill, but as my watch flipped from mile 2 to mile 3, my pace was 6:12. yikes. the weather was cool and not too humid, all things felt good in those first 2 miles. dont remember much about mile 3, ran through a covered bridge and onto a dirt path. had a water/gatorade stop somewhere in there i think.

mile 4 8:01
mile 5 7:58
mile 6 7:55

somewhere between mile 4 and 5 i felt like i was drinking a lot and wasnt sweating as much as i had been. i remember wiping my forehead and feeling salt. shit. i took a gu shortly after mile 4 and also decided to take a salt pill. i had a gatorade/water mix in my handheld but knew i was drinking more than i usually do on my runs/races. i had flashbacks to 'around the lake' mile 26 and i certainly didnt need that. as we crossed over a bridge i saw bart yasso out of the corner of my eye cheering us on. that was a fun perk.

between miles 5 and 6 i started feeling an odd little pain in my chest, sort of near my left arm pit. my heart rate was up in the 170s, an ok rate for the pace i was keeping but i felt like i was working harder than i usually am. i tried to ignore it and kept on.

mile 7 8:07
mile 8 8:08

the pain in my chest never went away like i had hoped, and if anything it was getting worse. i had thought ty might be at the first relay exchange, but when i didnt see him i knew that he was just going to have gone to the half and i would need to meet him there. at one point i almost stopped when i saw a volunteer at mile 7 to call ty on his phone and see if he could get to a mile before 13, but i never did that. and shortly after mile 8 we headed out into the woods on a path that (i didnt know) wouldnt end until after mile 11. i took another salt pill, drank more water/gatorade, and had a tums, hoping maybe this was heart burn. i had had a great race until this point and thought i could continue on. i was going to get this done. this was my day!

mile 9 8:23

at mile 9, out in the woods on a single track path, i made a decision that ive never had to do before. i knew i would not be finishing this marathon. the pain hadnt necessarily gotten worse, but it hadnt gone away or gotten any better. i was also feeling short of breath, and my heart rate was still high. all i could think about was ty waiting for me and henry/my family back at home. this race was no longer about me or about boston or about getting another medal. this was now about my life. and nothing was worth continuing with the conditions i was experiencing. it was just a race, and there would be many many more (i hoped). and boston would always be there.

my current concern, however, was that i was in the middle of the woods. and i wasnt going to see ty (so i thought) until the halfway point. should i have kept running? probably not. but i wanted to get this over with. i cried for a while (shocking), then i happened upon a girl walking on the side of the path bleeding from her face. she had fallen and looked a little confused. i walked with her for little bit, asked if she needed anything, then told her i would send help. we didnt get out of the woods until a little after mile 11, but i sent the first volunteer i saw back to help her. (one of my only gripes about this race- each mile in the woods should at least have someone there with a radio incase something happens to someone! it took me way too long to get this woman the help she needed! i saw her at the finish line so i know she was found/made it ok).

mile 10 8:22
mile 11 8:15
mile 12 8:23


when we finally came out of the woods, i thought we would be heading straight towards the stacks that i could see ahead, but instead we took a left and looked like we ran up into some road up ahead. there were runners coming back towards us and i thought it was just a quick turn around, but then i saw sam pass by me! i figured either this was a very long turn around, or he was slowing down. i really hoped it was not the latter. shortly after i saw him, i heard ty yell at me from my left side. i wasnt expecting him until another mile, but i was so happy. i jumped off into the crowd where he was, bent over, and told him i was done. needless to say this surprised him, and he was caught off guard not knowing whether to tell me to suck it up and keep going, or be compassionate and try to figure out what the hell was happening. without even another single thought, i shut my watch off. i had had the last three miles to battle with myself whether i could continue on or not, and i had made my decision. i sat down on the grass with him and cried.


pretty ideal first half of a marathon

after explaining how i was feeling to him, he agreed i should stop. he did ask me if i was really sure, if i wanted to just walk and talk a little first, but i just wanted to go to the car. it felt so weird to be doing what i was doing, but i knew i had made the right choice. we got in the car and went to wawa for gas, coffee, water and so i could change my clothes, then we headed to the finish and found a prime parking spot about 200 yards from the finish line. we knew we had about a half hour until sam would hopefully come thru, and we were able to watch the first female marathoner come through in just over 3 hours. 


right across the road from where we were standing were a group of girls who, after each marathon runner would go by, they would scream "YOU'RE GOING TO BOSTON". shut up girls. (not bitter... not bitter...) 


ty and i kept watching the race clock and i kept watching the turn for sam to come around the corner. shortly after the 3:10 mark, i saw him. i knew he was going to qualify for boston, and i was happy for him. he had worked hard to get himself back there. i also knew once he realized i was standing there cheering for him, he would wonder what the hell happened to me (im sure he would know i certainly hadnt finished sub 3:15!)


we went and found him and i told him what had happened, then we went back to wait for jocelyn. as we were waiting to see her, two girls ran by that i had been running with thru mile 8. i turned and snapped a pic of the clock as they crossed the finish line. oof.

still a tough pill to swallow

i watched as 3:35 came and went on the time clock with tears in my eyes. i then realized jocelyn hadnt come thru yet either. we didnt have to wait much longer though, and ty spotted her coming in.


as much as i would have loved to stay and hang out with both sam and jocelyn as i dont get to see either very often, we had a long drive ahead of us and i really wanted to get home and kiss henry before he went to bed. we hung out for a few minutes, but soon said our goodbyes and headed out. throughout the first few hours in the car my legs kept cramping up, and i realized how extremely dehydrated i was/had been. im hoping this was the cause of my struggles out on the course, but ill be going to the doctor regardless. 

as painful as this all is, im really ok. we had a really great weekend away. am i glad this happened? of course not. but better to have dehydration issues happen at this race than chicago i suppose. 

brb... gonna be drinking 3 gallons of water for the next 34 days. if you need me ill be in the bathroom.

medal-less. and a sweet tyler photo bomb.

via marathon
DNF
12.12 miles 
1:38:10


Monday, September 8, 2014

august recap

august miles
171.07

# of runs

23

highest weekly mileage

56

# of secret marathons i was signed up for/training for: 

one

# of runs i missed and just said oh well. f it. running sucks. i quit. peace out secret marathon, no one knows about you anyway: 
a lot.

# of miles on treadmill

10

# of times i tried something with chia seeds: 

one. never again. barf. (just for you, angela)

new music on the ipod:

battleships by daughtry
bang bang by jessie j


track/speed work, strength training, hill repeats oh my!


lots of recovery

also: recovery

races
beach to beacon 10k
bradbury breaker 9 mile trail race
the maine mile

upcoming races

bradbury bruiser 12 mile trail race
chicago marathon
mount desert island marathon (relay)

other august stuff:

we finally realized that hens hair was getting a little out of control, so we got little mans very first haircut one saturday afternoon (but not before i put it in a bam bam pony tail, obviously)





we also had the annual Aaron T. Sterling Scholarship golf tournament, with some added fun on the 16th hole this year (all teams could tee off from the ladies tee... for a small price)



stylin'

we discovered it was time for the grandparents to get a new car seat...


and sometimes you just have to throw on whatevers available to wear and get out the door for a family walk to get rid of the grumpies



mommy and henry selfies are the best

someones apparently not a huge fan of the water any more

before /after 

overall august was a great month

Sunday, August 24, 2014

the maine mile

last monday i said "fuck it oh sure, why not" (ya know, trying to watch the mouth around the baby! ha) and submitted to win a free entry into "the maine mile" from jen at Running With The Girls.

as a long(er) distance runner, ive done some mile repeats and sprinting shorter distances here and there during marathon training, but ive never gone out and sprinted an all out mile knowing i could just give it my all because i didnt have to do any sort of repetition or running after! well, as my luck would have it, i won! and promptly figured it was a terrible life decision and just prayed i didnt get hurt.

the race was at 7:30pm (ugh) so i did my scheduled training run in the morning and then spent the day shopping in freeport with the boys. we also got hen his first haircut!

so handsome

i didnt really know how to fuel for this race, so in pure danielle fashion i had half a burrito leftover from dinner friday night, some chips, and hen didnt want his ice cream cone from dairy queen so guess who got to eat that! i really felt like just taking a nap and not going, but i left the house at 6pm and headed to back cove. i got the start/finish mixed up and parked in the wrong spot, ended up running almost 3 miles before the race when i really just wanted to run 2 (and had to steal jens phone to call ty and tell him where to go, since where i sent him was not going to be where we finished).

carrie, wade, ward and i ran to the start to warm up, and then we sat around stretching in the road. eric and sara arrived with about 15 minutes left to go, and then we all warmed up a little more. it was slightly cool but once we were warmed up it felt pretty warm, and there seemed to be a tailwind. woo hoo! right before the race started, the director gave us some rules and thank yous, and he headed to his bike. he told us to follow him for the tangents, and then a lady said "runners on your mark" (this is where i told sara i was going to throw up and i didnt want to do this anymore) and then she blew her bullhorn marking the start of the race.

i took off like someone was chasing me and my life depended on beating every single person out there (spoiler alert: i didnt win the race. i was in fact being chased) i had set my watch to lap at each quarter mile to see those four splits. its funny... i ran this race just like i used to run my 5k's- go out way too fast, blow up and almost die, finish semi fast knowing it was almost done. take note, this is NOT how you should probably run a mile race (and now of course i feel like i should run one again to see if i can run it better. i am not saying run faster. just better. and not so stupid).

lap 1- 0.25 1:23.35 (5:33 pace). oops. like i said, i took off from that starting line. i knew i had speed and all but when i looked down at my watch and saw 5:24 average pace, i wanted to puke. i knew i couldnt (and wouldnt) keep that up for the remainder of the race. so i slowed down. and considered just stopping altogether. there was one girl in front of me at this point, and there was absolutely no chance i was going to catch her unless she fell over and didnt get back up.

lap 2- 0.25 1:36.87 (6:28 pace) well obviously i slowed down a bit too much. this race was painful. i was weaving around the road like i had been drinking but i was just following the people in front of me who were following the biker. maybe he had been drinking! right after the half mile mark another woman passed me looking like she was just out for an easy evening stroll. how do you freaks do this?!

lap 3- 0.25 1:38.68 (6:35 pace). slow death. seriously, why am i here?! but i hear people behind me and i refuse to be passed by anyone with a quarter mile left to go. i can do anything for a quarter mile! suck it up princess, youre almost done! donuts are at the finish line!

lap 4- 0.25 1:32.89 (6:12 pace). weeee yay faster! i heard people almost literally breathing down my neck and i was not going to give up. there was a left hand turn into the park and a slight uphill (barf) and i ran as hard as i could through the finish. as i turned around after finishing i saw sara right behind me! sorry chica, im glad this wasnt another mid winter classic finish for us! hehe.

ok ill admit that this was almost fun. almost. im not entirely sure i would want to do it again, but this was a new experience (automatic PR!) and was fun to have a few friends there. and of course the donuts at the finish from "the holy donut" were great. i didnt have nearly enough of them (my lungs and throat felt like they were going to explode out of my body, and i wasnt sure if i was ready to handle eating quite yet).

great job to all runners and to the directors and volunteers for a fast, flat, well organized inaugural maine mile race! apparently there are talks of another mile race to come in the future... hmmmmmm.

wade and ward coming into the finish super speedy (4:58 & 5:03)

you can almost see the look of death on my face

can we dub them fastest couple in maine?! 
sara and eric cruisin in without breaking a sweat

carrie coming into the finish looking strong and speedy!

(thanks for all the pics, jen!!)

hen was pretty squirmy which made for a blurry pic


top 3 female finishers

the maine mile
6:11 (official time)
3rd female overall
19th out of 45

Friday, August 22, 2014

a (not always typical) day in the life...

there truly is no "typical day" in this house. ty works monday thru friday 8 to 5. i work three days a week (7a-7p), all different days every week (i have my schedule in 6 week blocks, so i know what those days are but they arent really consistent). our parents watch henry in our home on days that i am working (not a weekend), and sometimes tys parents stay overnight so we have help in the am... seriously, not one day is the same.

on a work day for me my day looks like this:

4:00am alarm goes off. i (almost always) hit snooze
4:05am alarm goes off again. i decide whether i really want to run or not (i usually dont and hit snooze again, or in some cases reset my alarm for 5:15). i then lay there thinking about how im not going to get faster or stronger or any closer to boston unless i get out there and run. sometimes i say screw it (not usually though)
4:10am garmin is turned on, laces tied, pink mace in hand, out the door to hit the pavement
4:11am questioning why i dont stay in bed
5:15am back in from running, start coffee, take a shower. get dressed. pack lunch if i didnt pack it the night before. sometimes hen is already up, sometimes he is still asleep
6:15am leave for work
6:40am arrive at work, get report
6:50am - 6:50pm save lives. no big deal.
6:50pm give report
7:15pm leave work
7:40pm arrive home, sometimes hen is awake, sometimes hes already in bed. i may or may not eat dinner (sometimes i eat before i leave work). usually have a beer and head to bed before 8:30

on my off days, things (today) go something like this:

2:18am i wake up to check on hen (and pee... i never woke up while i was pregnant  but now i cant sleep through the night. go figure). i change him ninja mom style with hopes he doesnt wet thru his pjs and sleeps later than 5:15 (his size 5 diaper for sleeping weighs at least 5 pounds in the am if we dont change him overnight, and usually he soaks through all his clothes)

5:57am we start hearing babbles on the monitor. usually im up by now and running but im on call this am for work so i figured id try to get a little more sleep

6:05am ty gets up to take care of hen so i can sleep in. thanks husband!


6:08am chips does a daring leap over duke (who is laying watch at our bedroom door) and she darts across the bed, landing right on my stomach before resting in the window




6:10am guess im awake. and glad i didnt pee the bed. anyone want a cat? ill send her with some snacks


6:22am awake, but still in bed, answering a few texts that came in overnight. can i just stay here all day? i check to see if work called (they didnt) (i leave my phone on silent at night... which is good because of mornings like this the other day...)



seriously.

6:25am i smell coffee brewing, throw on my sweatpants and zensah calf sleeves, and head downstairs. heres my lovely family:



everyones so excited to see me, clearly. and hen needs longer pants apparently


6:30am we go through multiple rounds of "sit on your bottom please" while hen stands and walks around with his bottle, seemingly ignoring us. its gonna be a long 17 years

"oh hey, did you want me to sit down?"
at least hes cute

6:33am news is on (channel 6). grab my coffee and daily meds


6:37am give hen some banana and make him oatmeal cereal with maple syrup and cinnamon. he eats half the banana and two bites of cereal. we throw a few puffs onto his tray

6:40am breakfast is over when he starts throwing puffs on the floor. i let him out of the high chair and he heads over and starts pushing the cable box power button over and over, then comes over and attempts to climb the coffee table

6:50am let the dog out and grab the laundry i forgot to fold last night

6:52am let the dog in. hens back to pushing the cable box power button


7:00am the today show starts. no surprise, matt lauer has an "exclusive interview" coming up

7:02am i remember to put my phone ringer on incase work calls (they havent)

7:03am i ask hen to bring me some books to read



so excited!

the three he brings me. he has a sophie obsession. i kinda do too

7:10am (the books are pretty short) we head upstairs to watch daddy iron. hen pushes buttons on the radio and baby monitor, walks into the guest room and finds the printer buttons to push



7:15am back downstairs and pushing the cable box button again. he loves watching the tv turn on and off. this drives my batty

7:21am i distract hen by pulling out some blocks and stacking toys for him

7:25am hen gets a little fussy and starts rubbing his eyes. i take him upstairs and put him in his crib

7:30am immediately sleeping with no fuss at all (usually when we put him down for a nap or to sleep at night theres at least a few minutes of crying or fussing before he falls asleep). not a normal nap time (normally nap is closer to 9am), but you do whatever works. i use this time (not knowing how long i have) to finish folding the laundry, take out the trash, take the nail polish off my toes, and clean the downstairs hallway and living room floor (so much dog hair)


7:56am let the dog out (he goes out a few times in the morning but then will sleep most of the afternoon)

7:57am hen starts talking on the monitor. maybe he just needed a little tiny nap? ill let this go for a bit before going to get him

8:00am hen is quiet and i decide i should take a shower just incase work calls (they dont) and i need to quickly get my mom over here and head in. it used to be so easy when i could just put hen in the rock and play and take a shower, knowing he would be there when i got out. now, not so much. i remember while in the shower that i had let the dog out im sure ill get out of the shower to him barking his head off at nothing and hen screaming to get out of bed

8:05am quick shower over, hens quiet, dukes quiet/just laying on the deck

8:11am getting some more coffee, watching big brother from last night

8:23am i guess breakfast would be a good idea... bowl of cheerios with a banana

8:53am i start transfering pics from my phone to computer and backing them up (my lap top is getting old and wont hold battery charge and im getting nervous one day it just wont start and ill lose all my pics). hen is still asleep

9:01am i get an email about maines half price online outlet selling $18 to "the holy donut" for $9. at the same time, i get a text from the bff about a "great pumpkin race" where you eat one piece of pie before running a mile... 3 pieces of pie, 3 miles. i send her the link to the donut certificate. we love food

9:30am hen is still sleeping. i check to make sure hes breathing (he is). bff sends me a text that the 40 gift certificates to the holy donut sold out in 3 seconds and she missed it. apparently people love donuts around here! (and shes pissed)



10:30am henry finally wakes up and he is SO happy! we play around in his room for a little while (changing his clothes and his diaper take forever!)




11:00am we finally get clothed and head downstairs for lunch! hen eats half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, two strawberries, and a few cinnamon graham bunnies and some white cran peach juice. (and instead of jelly i actually spread some of his earths best apple peach oatmeal pouch on the other half of the bread before folding it. he didnt notice the difference, but it was much messier than jelly!) mom has some ham and cheese roll ups and cous cous with cranberries & almonds



11:35am out for a walk and then playing on the porch and in the plants/under the deck til grammy arrives. hen loves throwing all of the water table toys off the deck and then going to get them from underneath. he also tries to eat rocks. yum


clearly someones totally into the walk. busy making important calls on his phone. cant be bothered

but he loves being outside, throwing his toys, climbing down stairs, and retrieving the thrown toys

1:00pm grammy stays with hen while mommy goes to run some errands. first up, i stop at dairy queen to pick up bff and her son who got caught biking in the rain!



1:30pm arrive at the gym. run a few miles, did my lower ab routine/back exercises from physical therapy, snuck in a loser gym selfie. because im a loser. no shame



3:15pm down for afternoon nap after an 8oz milk "ba" (bottle)

3:25pm realized im still watching curious george

3:30pm make a 2nd lunch for myself (half a box of spongebob squarepants mac and cheese and half an avacado, leftover coffee with ice. iced coffee! picture of health here, folks)

3:50pm sitting at the table to do some stuff on the computer and one of the guys outside working on the house across the street from us just backed his truck into the other guys truck. whoops. i play around with pics for this blog on pic monkey, listening to youtube videos playing of whitney houston, celine dion and various acapella groups. its just what i do

4:25pm hen starts fussing a little on the monitor but it doesnt last. ty calls asking if i want pizza for dinner (duh) and i ask him if he wants to take hen to dairy queen after dinner (obviously he says yes). gonna be a good night on everett street!

5:15pm the UPS truck stops right in front of my house, honks the horn three times, makes duke go crazy with barks and i meet him on the porch so he wont ring the doorbell. what is with these people? and he honks as he drives away too! i should make a door sign (yes, the ups guy is a regular at our house. yay online shopping!) related: my new oiselle sports bra finally arrived! i think im officially ready for marathon #10!

5:20pm hen starts to fuss awake. he isnt as playful up in his room and throws his arms up to be picked up and taken downstairs

5:40pm dad comes home and we get set up for dinner (mac and cheese, avacado, and red grapes for hen, pizza for mom and dad!) hen rubs his eyes, wont eat much, throws most of it on the floor, and refuses juice. how can you be tired after taking a 3 hour am nap and a 2 hour pm nap!?

but we get him to smile playing silly games with the cat door

6:04pm dad and hen sit down in the living room to watch a few simple songs videos, and hen takes an 8oz milk bottle


6:20pm ty and i attempt to have dinner, which results in one of us chasing hen away from the cable box, the other chasing him away from climbing on the coffee table after being shooed away from the cable box, meanwhile trying to keep duke under control. dinner time is a fun time in the sterling household. can i have a beer yet?

6:40pm we decide to take a family walk instead of going to dairy queen. hen still seems tired but probably needs a little bit more food when we get back before bed

7:15pm we return and run around the front yard for a few minutes before heading inside, eating a few strawberries, then heading upstairs to brush teeth

7:30pm hen is in his pjs (2T... this kid is huge!), diaper changed (luckily its not much of a wrestling match because he is sleepy), nighttime lotion song is sung, we read "llama llama red pajama", say goodnight to all the animals, and he goes in his crib. soothing sounds sheep is turned on, mobile wound up, lights out, walk out the door

7:32pm not a sound

7:35pm i come downstairs to find ty watching cops. i join him

8:00pm were upstairs, brushing our teeth, getting ready for bed. i dont have to work (or run!) tomorrow so i dont set my alarm. we browse through "the chive" for a few minutes, and shut the lights off. goodnight! sure it might still be light out (not for much longer!) but were usually so exhausted. feels good to get more sleep than to just be up at night watching pointless tv.

so thats a "typical" day in the sterling household!