I don’t “do” Black Friday

It scares the wee out of me.  Aggressive trampling crowd, elbows flying, sprints to endcaps, a tug of war over the last one, where you end up beaten bloody on the floor -crying Mama – while you rock back and forth sucking your thumb.

Um, no thanks!  Okay, I’m sure that’s not what really happens, but I have no desire to find out otherwise. I’ll just lounge in my PJs, thankyouverymuch.

Yesterday was my first Thanksgiving with Jason’s family. His mother graciously welcomed me, my mother, and my daughter Sydney to the grand feast.  The table was decorated with ceramic pumpkins, fancily folded napkins in rings, and beautiful china. The food was a foodie lover’s dream, so friggin’ delicious. She went above and beyond. That is one mother who LOVES with all her heart, and it spills over into all the hard work she puts into this Thanksgiving dinner for her family.

Even more beautiful was the children racing around, giggling, screeching, and constantly filling their bellies. I have decided my delight in  children comes from a long line of family genes. Goes back as far as we know to teachers in the previous generations. Except it ended with me, because I loved travel more, but I digress.

I got a kick out of watching my mother, mingle, laugh, and enjoy the meelee. Most of the children in our family are grown, so this was a sight to see and reminisce.  It was eerie how well she fit in. But I’m not surprised. Good people with the same values, and upbringings as ours, which is why I love them so much.

Black Friday kicks off the start of the countdown to Christmas.  Black Friday is a shoppers dream. Black Friday reminds me of the time my car was broken into. I was running on the trails in Fort Worth.  It was somewhere around six or seven miles.  I get back to find a policeman next to my car which has a shattered drivers side window.

That wasn’t even the worst of it. My purse was in the car. Yes, I know –  how dumb. I went to the back hatch opened it, popped the hidey hole, and voila there was my purse. Then I checked the middle console where my keys were (to the car, house, etc). Yep! Still there. Oh the cop was none to happy about that, but seriously – jogging with a big wad of keys? – or jogging with a very small remote to the car? Yeah, I chose remote – shamefully.

I was very lucky. I never parked there again, and at the time – I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to jog again. Husband 2 was a tyrant. He went ballistic over this infraction. Of course, it was my fault, and I was never to jog again, EVER. Insurance does not pay for that, so we had to fork over a few hundred dollars. Some Black Friday, huh? See why I don’t like them.

But the gift was that it could have been so much worse, being my purse was in the car, and keys. All I lost was a lousy tinted window.  I have never parked there again, in fact, I started parking in a shopping center and walking to the trails. I never, ever took my purse with me.  So, it all worked out, I got to keep running at my favorite park and learned some valuable lessons.

That brings me to what I promised myself, that I would begin a series of posts,  from now until Christmas titled Timeless Gifts. You know what those are – things you can’t price – just revel in the majesty of the gift. Instances of  kindness that blow you away, or movement of the season to make you really realize what Christmas is all about. An unbelievable act that has you falling to the floor, shouting  “I’m not worthy!”  Yeah, those kind.

I have a lot of those in my life. The car breakage is one.  Can you imagine right before Christmas to have your I.D and bank card stolen? It would have made for a tough time, to deal with all that, and wonder if you’d ever be safe again – not to mention the fallout, and punishment from #2.

I, for one, was very grateful it wasn’t that bad and still am. My eyes were opened to the Timeless Gifts that happen all around. I hope I can share them with you. I hope I do the stories justice in the coming weeks. Until then….

Happy “black” Friday! I hope you get gifts galore at half the price.

Run your heart out, then limp

I sit here with an ice pack on my left foot. Pondering what in the WORLD made me decide to go wog (run/jog) 3 miles tonight in shoes that are a half size too small????? ACK! I had to walk a 10th of a mile in my socks for goodness sakes!

It started out pretty good. I warmed up then stretched. Took off jogging for a while even pushed through when my breathing got difficult. Then the heat just slammed into me. UGH. So I walked then jogged for the rest of the way.

Hey I am not knocking it at all! I think that is pretty good considering my exercise program went down the drain in December when I broke my wrist in two places and was in a cast for 7 weeks. THEN the car accident shortly after that which gave me severe whiplash & shoulder pain along with a whooping $8,000.00 dollars in damage to my car(thank God he had insurance). Yeah exercise??? Not much! I was lucky not to get hooked on painkillers and muscle relaxers this year.

But I miss running. Running has always been a great stress reliever for me. Actually it started as an escape THEN turned into a stress relief. Then it became a competition or mission if you will. Could I go longer? Could I go faster? Could I do the impossible? So I set my first goal, a 5K (3.1miles)race.

It seemed undoable at the time but I stuck to my training schedule and a few months later it was time. The day of the race came & I ran the whole way! Slow? You bet! Did I walk at all? NOPE. 37 mins was my first race time & I was HOOKED after that.

My second goal a 4mile run. DONE. 45mins. I felt like a pro! I even showed off & ran the mile fun run with Sydney. (4miles? I did 5! HA!)

My 3rd goal? A 10K (6.2 miles). If you had told me I would run DOUBLE the mileage in the same year I would have said you were insane! But I did that too. (1hr 13mins)

What was next a marathon???? Well, close I actually did a half marathon (13.1miles) just over a year after my first 5K race in Oklahoma City on Oklahoma’s Centennial. It was SWEET! And so meaningful. I have a blog on that I will add to my pages. It’s a really good story.

I loved it so much so the next year I ran another half marathon in Cowtown (fort worth). I had the FLU. Somehow , someway through my sheer doggedness (I trained 4mos dangit!) I finished the race & actually beat my 1st marathon time by a few minutes. I even wore heels & a dress to Church the NEXT day. Rain? Snow? Flu? No I finished that half marathon like the mailman. (haha)

I had plans to run the Cowtown half again this year. BUT I broke my wrist & sadly all the training came to a screeching halt.

So here I am 3 painful miles in the hole & considering (with the right shoes) going the distance & getting some more race numbers & maybe even another half marathon medal for my collection. Is it possible? Could I REALLY do it again????