Don’t blink

Many years ago, when my oldest son was just a baby, I came across an ad for Carter’s (I think). It had several simple sentences counting the moments in time that all add up to one year. At the end it states “Don’t blink.”

I nodded, sagely. Having already been through the first few months of rapid growth and change with my son, I was obviously already an expert on how fast time flew. 

And then I blinked.

He turns 17 today.

He now stands over 6 feet tall and has a mop of curly hair sitting on his head. His voice is deeper than his dad’s and he has his first job interview tomorrow afternoon.

I can’t even.




The problem with injuries

First off, let me say that I’m not entirely sure when an injury is an actual injury or if I’m just getting old/damned by genetics.

“Nink knee” is an unofficial name, but an actual medical problem that has led a few family members on my mother’s side to need knee replacements in their late 50’s. No thanks.

Before I began really running, I had the achy when it rains, crackling knees that begins this family curse. I also believed the ol’ “Running is bad for your knees” myth and feared that running would just speed up the process.

I’m happy to report, since running regularly, my ‘symptoms’ have disappeared. Imagine how much better it would be if I could just drop 40 pounds! (says the person who had SO much brie for lunch. omg.)

What I wasn’t expecting was plantar fasciitis. I once had it so bad, that I could only bear weight on the outer edge of my affected foot.

That instance was due to running. 

This time? I’m pretty sure it’s work/shoe related. Or it never truly went away and recent shoe changes plus, at my job, I’m literally on my feet 8+ hours a day have only exacerbated the issue.

The problem? Ain’t nobody got time for this.

At the moment, my foot is wrapped in an ace bandage to help support my arch. I’ll be icing it again soon. There is a small section right behind my arch and before my heel that is very tender and swollen. Also, my heel burns sometimes when I put weight on it.

I’m off today, so I’ve been able to “take it easy” (after the trip with the kids to the museum, the grocery store, baking a cake for a friend, and working on dinner…) and stay off my feet. 

But I was supposed the run today.

I guess I’ll be looking up sports med doctors instead. 

Being among giants

So, last night?


Next time, I’ll be dragging some friends along. While everyone was friendly, I was a bit of a wall flower. I’d already hit the merch table snagging the “I run things” shirt, a new sweaty band, and a hard copy of “Train like a mother.” Yes, I already had it on my kindle but a) you can’t sign a kindle and b) my kindle is kind of no longer mine. Youngest uses it more than me… and not for reading *sigh*

I was quietly enjoying all the people watching and trying to drown out all the noise. There was so much excited chatter in one place, it was almost overwhelming.

It was so amazing to see runners of all shapes and sizes. We are all real people sharing all the same struggles. 

Dimity and Sarah were absolutely hilarious. They read bits from their book and raffled off some great prizes. I won a super comfy visor!

I’m so glad I went and saw ,first hand, the community that I’m a part of. 


I am SO short!

My ‘day off’

Because I work full time, with varying hours and days, my days off tend to fill quickly. Sometimes it feels as though I’ll never catch a break and truly rest. Other days, like today (YAY!) everything falls into place and there are no surprise errands tossed in for added ‘fun’.

The younger 2 are tracked out, so I got to sleep in. (always nice)

I got a run in wearing my sweaty band that was a birthday present from a wonderful work and running buddy. She also gave me a goody box FULL of yummy running essentials. Thanks again, Abby!!!




Yay for all the pink! And it really did stay in place! 

I’m having a great hair day.

Dinner is cooked and ready including a salad and fruit salad. 

Middle one has baseball practice until 6:30 and then…

I’m off to attend Raleigh’s Another Mother Runner party! 

I reserved my spot all the way back in January and I’m so excited that it’s finally here!! 

Swag bags are always nice but I can’t wait to soak up all that running wisdom… and maybe buy a shirt. 

I love days off like this!



What a weekend!

This weekend I celebrated my 35th birthday. I usually dread the old bday which makes for a pretty pissy me when the day finally comes.

But when I woke up yesterday morning, I felt exactly the same as I did the morning before. Turns out, 35 feels a lot like 34, 33, 32, 31, 30… so I guess being 35 isn’t such a bad thing after all.

“Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many” ( I try to remember this. I have a completely irrational fear of aging that began at 16)

A few weeks ago, to help soften the blow of my impending day, I coerced a semi-willing friend to sign up for a fun run. Emphasis on fun. It wasn’t about time or pace. The only performance was rocking our tutus! 

And we did.


We had a blast!




The weather was absolutely amazing! Low 60’s at race start and hardly a cloud in the sky!

Last night, after my son’s baseball game (We won! Woop!) Prince Charming took me out for the “family dinner” birthday celebration.





Pardon my “mom do” I told Prince Charming that I would have at least made an effort to look nice had I known! 😉

My wonderful sbux framily, who like to hang out with me even though I boss them around, gave me the sweetest cards and gifts and they also chipped in to give me a gift card to a local tattoo shop!! My second tattoo is closer than ever!!

Just having them there would have been enough, I was so touched to see everyone’s face smiling up at me as I came around the corner.

And I cried. Duh. For obvious and not so obvious reasons.

My life is so very, very blessed. 


I meet quite a few people in my line of work.

The good: regulars we know by drink and name. People we know we can play around with and who come back day after day, not just because of our coffee or our brand, but because of us. 

The bad and the ugly: The bad are the ones who don’t make eye contact, ignore a greeting, and or continue a phone conversation while at the register or speaker. Ugly in this instance is not based on looks. An ugly person, at least here in the south, is someone without a soul. A wretched person who’s goal in life is to make other people miserable. 

Luckily, the bad is a minor nuisance and the ugly rarely show up. I can name 2 times that I’ve had to leave the floor to gather my wits after an encounter with one of them. 

After an encounter with the ugly we appreciate our regulars a lot more, and sometimes, a new one pops into our life. Like Noxema on a sunburn, it soothes the sting.

Jesse arrived today towards the middle of my shift while I was tidying up the front.

His first words to me after I greeted him were “GIRL! I am so tired!”

I knew then, even before he assured me that he was our newest regular, that he would be an amazing new addition to our store.  He was bright, vibrant, and he addressed me by name. 

I was a person to him and I was so very hungry for that acknowledgement. 

This work week was a long one filled with a lot of “what am I doing here?” moments. It’s hard to serve with enthusiasm when so many people feel so entitled with no thought of giving back.

So, thank you, Jesse, for unknowingly making my day and reminding me why I keep doing it.



When I was younger we moved a few times. Looking back, it wasn’t quite as often as it felt like, but for a shy introvert it was crippling. I hated change. It still bugs me, but I no longer spend my lunch hour alone at an empty table reading a book.

Now that I’m older and wiser (ha!), I realize that despite our most precious wishes and plans for how we think our lives should turn out, life goes on and continues to move us in the direction we should go. Whether we like it or not. The only thing we control is how fast we adapt.

And if this past year has done anything for me it’s driven that particular point home. Repeatedly.

So on that note, here are a few things that will be changing around here.

Not the name.

Regal, fierce, warrior… I will always be those things. I wear my imaginary tiara with pride.

Runner. Yes. I run… around like a chicken with it’s head cut off. I run a very busy store, I run a household, and I run, run when I can.

This blog will be more and more about my life with some whining about running tossed in here and there. It will, in no way, be a type A- Look at all I can juggle personality thing. We all know that’s not me. (It will be a me, bent over, scrambling to pick up all the pieces thing)

I’m training for a few races this year including a half marathon in November! The Battleship Half in Willmington, NC will be my first half.

I may eventually make it to run Disney some year.  It’s ok if I don’t.

On Saturday, my good friends and I will be rocking our tutus at my birthday run! Ok, it’s a color run… but it’s the day before my birthday. Is there a better way to celebrate?

Next month, there is a 5k in Willmington and in June there is a 10k followed by free wine, tapas, and manicures.

It looks like I have a good start! I just need to fill  in July – October 🙂