Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Siri's Birthday...Nearly 3 Months Late

I'm getting super lazy at blogging. It's hard to know why I even blog anymore, but I do know I have  few faithful readers, so these are for you!

Siri had her birthday back at the beginning of July. We are not big party people, but we do sing happy birthday and eat cake. 

The morning started with her birthday donuts. She was a little scared of the candle flames, and refused to blow them out. 
 James did it for her.
 She got some new toys from her Grandma Ward.
 Siri loves taking care of "babies" and seems to always have one wrapped up in a doll blanket somewhere. If she ever sees anybody else pushing a stroller, she will scream at them and take it away.
 In the evening, we headed over to Grandma Idaho's house for some S'more cupcakes. They were yummy!
 Siri got some new clothes, which she loves. She is a clothes snob, and is very particular about what she wears. She also absolutely insists on dressing herself.
 James and I totally spaced giving her our present until the next day. (See, not party people!  Who forgets to give their own child their birthday present?)

Siri is a fireball. She climbs, plays with things that are off limits, thinks she can start her own shows, wants to do everything by herself, wants her daddy to tell her she's pretty, is a daredevil, pulls ridiculous faces at dinner time, will be goofy at the drop of a hat, will scream instantly if she doesn't want you looking at her, touching her, or talking to her, picks up all bugs and arachnids fearlessly, and makes us laugh every day.

Her insistence at doing so much by herself, encouraged me to potty train her just a month after her birthday.
She grasped the concept immediately, but we still struggled with daily accidents for a solid month or more. She is now 99% accident free and I am loving no diapers.

The only drawback I have found to having Siri potty trained (could there really be one?) is that she soon figured out that if she wants our attention, all she has to do is tell us she needs to pee. This is especially frustrating during church/sacrament meeting when she asks to use the restroom constantly.

One of Siri's funnier attributes is her ability to cheer up. She will throw a fit over nothing and in one second flat will be in hysterics. When she does this we tell her to go to her room, and usually she obeys. She will toddle to her room, crying hysterically, close her door, cry for about 30 more seconds, then come out laughing! It's ridiculous and we can't figure out why she becomes so happy so quickly; but, we love it. I keep meaning to get it on video.

I would say that Siri has James wrapped around her finger, except that she doesn't. He loves her to death, and is a bit of a push over when she asks for things, but I have also seen him put his foot down. That's a relief. Regardless, those two have WAY too much fun with each other. They are two peas in a pod. They must have bonded instantly when James delivered her.

Siri is still working on growing her hair. It is finally long enough to put it in ponies, but she just pulls them out. I guess she hates how they feel, having not had anything in her (complete lack of) hair for the first two years of her life.

That is our Siri. I know I'm leaving out a million fun details about her life and personality, but this is all I got for now.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

I'm Stronger Than I Think

About 2 years ago I tried to make running a part of my exercise regime. It didn't work. I recall thinking, I could totally run a mile, no big deal. So, I charted out a mile through my neighborhood, promised myself there would be NO walking, and took off. It was terrible. I hated it. I walked for about 1/4 of it, and didn't think that last step would come soon enough. How did people run, and like it?  It was beyond me.  I tried a couple more times to go running, but I just couldn't get past the pain. The horrible pain. 

A couple months of recovery and I decided that I really wanted to be a runner. Truly. All my friends ran, so that meant I could too. I decided then and there that I was going to sign up for a race, about 10 months from then, called the Temple 2 Temple Steeple Chase. It is a 5 mile run from the Oquirrh Mountain Temple to the Jordan River Temple. In April of 2012 I began to run. I only made it a quarter of a mile on that first run before I had to walk. I walked a lot that first month. I didn't have any specific way of training myself, other than to make sure I ran further the next day then I did the day before. I discovered something very important that way. IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD! Well, most of it is anyway. The pain is real, but the ability to go one more step resides mostly in your head. 

The Steeple Chase was in September. The week before the race I had James drive me 4 miles away from home, and I ran home. It was rough!  I came home with numb toes, but proud of myself. I still didn't know if I could run 5 miles in a week, but I was willing to try. 

Come race day, I was a bundle of nerves, but I easily finished that run. All 5 miles of it. No walking. 
 I cannot explain how proud I was of myself. I think I wore my medal all day.

Some ladies in my ward caught wind of what I had done, and asked if they could start running with me. Just like that, I had a support group of runners. We were a cool sight, if I do say so myself. 5 women running in the dark hours of morning. One of them became a close friend, Kellie, and we decided that we wanted to run a 10K; a first for both of us.  For those of you who don't know, a 10K is just over 6 miles.

Running Scared was the name of our Halloween themed 10K race. It was so much fun to dress up and run!  I was shocked when not even a mile into it, I go the worst side ache and wanted SO BADLY to stop. But, I didn't, and Kellie stayed by me the whole time.
One of our other friends who ran with us had done a 1/2 marathon and bragged about how much she had loved doing it. Kellie and I were like, "pshhh, no way would we EVER run for that long".  Except then, darn that Kellie, she started saying things like, "Alicia, I really think we could do it".  Let's just say that I give into peer pressure very easily.  Not long after that, I signed myself up for a 1/2 marathon, The Big Cottonwood 1/2 Marathon.  I had all winter and summer to train...

Last winter was brutal. James and I moved to Idaho so I no longer had a running companion. The temperatures were in the negatives most days, so running outside was out of the question, and I have no treadmill. I tried to be very diligent about exercising in other ways so that when spring came, I could handle running again. 

Once spring arrived, it felt awesome to run. Who knew?

I trained for most of the summer, waking up at very early hours on some days so that I could be home before James had to go be his farmer self. 

September 13th, my family drove to Utah, and in the early morning hours of the 14th,  with AC/DC getting me started, I ran 13.1 miles. No walking. Nadda. Not even when grabbing a drink of water. I was so determined not to stop, and I didn't!  
 I just crossed the finish line. I look super happy, do I not?  In my defense, I didn't know a picture was being taken.
 James argued that I should be the only one in the picture, but I insisted that my whole family be with me. James could not have been a better support system and cheer leader for me. I absolutely could not have done this race if he hadn't continually told me how impressed and proud he was of me. My kids were also very interested in me running, always asking me if I had been running yet for the day. Logan has taken an interest in running, and he is excited to run in a race too.
Check out my HUGE medal! I would have worn it all day, but the dang thing is SO heavy!

It is now 3 days later and I am able to mostly walk. The race was down hill through the canyon and it made my legs SUPER DUPER SORE!  I had no idea I would feel like this. Down hill running can really do some damage. 

I loved it. 

James wants to do it now. :)   

I will do it again. 

Maybe a marathon. Maybe. One day. 

When Logan saw me at my most exhausted, he asked why I was running if it made me tired and hurting. I told him I was doing it because I wanted to do something hard. I fear that too many of us take the easy way out of things. We don't try to do the things we secretly want to do because they seem too hard. I took on a personal challenge to do something hard, and I did it. I feel like the biggest winner. 

If you are reading thing, I challenge you to pick something you've always wanted to do, but never have because it's hard. Do it. Feel like a winner, like me!  I fear that all too soon that feeling will fade, but wen i does, I will be ready to choose that next challenge.