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When you've push hard enough, you'll know.
If you're not sure, keep going.
In simplicity,
Beth
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
I get knocked down...
Sorry my friends. I'm not feeling so hot. It's been a pretty poor weak health wise. I am having some anemia issues, but on am my way back up. It's already improved enough that I can focus on the keyboard long enough to type. Can't keep a strong woman down! Anyhow, tomorrow morning it's back to running now with plenty of iron and B12 to get me through. I appreciate even more the strength of my body and our power to do great thing with the right nutrition and good health.
Off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of vitamins.
In supplements,
Beth
Off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of vitamins.
In supplements,
Beth
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
My Fathers Shoes
My Fathers Shoes
I remember one summer night when my Dad and I were playing in our living room. I was probably eight or so; we were living in a small house and looking back now I realize we were probably what I would consider poor, financially anyway. We had been outside all evening, my brother and I, playing with the kids of the neighborhood. My Dad finally came home just as dusk hit, and we had to go in. I remember the smell of oil and dirt filling the living room, and a soft scent of cherry cigar. You see, my Dad is an HVAC man, working all hours of the day and night for as far back as I can remember. When we did get to spend time together, he was always teasing and goofing around. This particular night he was chewing one of the tips of his cherry cigars, and began pretending to choke on it. I had to save his life, as I had done so many times. Only this time, when I saved him, my Dad looked right at me and grinned with a smile I'll remember for all my life. I saw how tired he was... for the first time, I saw how much of himself he'd given to make us happy. And he smiled and giggled, when completely exhausted, and gave another hour of his long day to make me feel important, loved, and special. I can never feel sad, or mad, about how I was raised. I never feel I could have had it better if... I had a great childhood. I was the richest kid in the world.
My Dad still works every day and night. He can't turn down a job in case they'll need the funds... "they" meaning anyone he knows that needs a helping hand. He gets paid in homemade apple pie, broken old TV's, bad checks, and kittens... even doing the work only to be paid "when you can".
My fathers shoes are still covered in oil and dirt, with soles worn through long before their time. He's my work ethic, my helping hands, my belief in others... he's my blue eyes, my laugh, and my dreams. He's my strength in hard times and my unwavering faith in my family. I could never walk a day in his shoes; I'm not strong enough. I don't know anyone who is...
In happiness,
Beth
I remember one summer night when my Dad and I were playing in our living room. I was probably eight or so; we were living in a small house and looking back now I realize we were probably what I would consider poor, financially anyway. We had been outside all evening, my brother and I, playing with the kids of the neighborhood. My Dad finally came home just as dusk hit, and we had to go in. I remember the smell of oil and dirt filling the living room, and a soft scent of cherry cigar. You see, my Dad is an HVAC man, working all hours of the day and night for as far back as I can remember. When we did get to spend time together, he was always teasing and goofing around. This particular night he was chewing one of the tips of his cherry cigars, and began pretending to choke on it. I had to save his life, as I had done so many times. Only this time, when I saved him, my Dad looked right at me and grinned with a smile I'll remember for all my life. I saw how tired he was... for the first time, I saw how much of himself he'd given to make us happy. And he smiled and giggled, when completely exhausted, and gave another hour of his long day to make me feel important, loved, and special. I can never feel sad, or mad, about how I was raised. I never feel I could have had it better if... I had a great childhood. I was the richest kid in the world.
My Dad still works every day and night. He can't turn down a job in case they'll need the funds... "they" meaning anyone he knows that needs a helping hand. He gets paid in homemade apple pie, broken old TV's, bad checks, and kittens... even doing the work only to be paid "when you can".
My fathers shoes are still covered in oil and dirt, with soles worn through long before their time. He's my work ethic, my helping hands, my belief in others... he's my blue eyes, my laugh, and my dreams. He's my strength in hard times and my unwavering faith in my family. I could never walk a day in his shoes; I'm not strong enough. I don't know anyone who is...
In happiness,
Beth
Friday, June 18, 2010
A love story
I am ran 10 miles this morning. Got to see the sunrise, a few good friends I passed along the way... the world was peaceful except for the runners. I had time to reflect a little today, to think a bit deeper than usual. The funny thing is, the only thing I could think about today was my husband. I tried to think about what I needed to do this weekend, where I am in my training, all the things cluttering my mind because I have done so little this week in regards to my school and businesses... but I just kept wandering off.
It was fantastic though, to get to remember the little things long forgotten about when we met. The little moments that happen when you fall in love. I got to have an "in flight" movie this morning, staring the greatest love story ever told. :) I am handing over the controls to my running thoughts again to let my mind do what it needs to do. My best runs happen when I am not in control.
In happiness,
Beth
It was fantastic though, to get to remember the little things long forgotten about when we met. The little moments that happen when you fall in love. I got to have an "in flight" movie this morning, staring the greatest love story ever told. :) I am handing over the controls to my running thoughts again to let my mind do what it needs to do. My best runs happen when I am not in control.
In happiness,
Beth
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Goodnight moon.
Goodnight moon. Your glow infused the night sky and guided my feet through the dark streets this hot night. You've earned a sweet rest. Goodnight stars. Your subtle shine reminded me to keep pushing through, that my efforts may be small but they help me shine in the dreariness of it all. Goodnight my million fireflies. You brought me through the miles with comforting thoughts of home. Goodnight sweet summer air. You nearly suffocated me and I hope a cool breeze comes through and kills you.
In the shower,
Beth
In the shower,
Beth
Monday, June 14, 2010
Stand and Deliver
If I hold you up, you sink back down. If I pull you up, you fall back down. If I lift you up, your saddness buckles your knees and you drop right back down. I will never be strong enough; I am not a foundation to be stood on... so if I'm gone will you even try to get up again? I run and I run and I run.... but no matter how far, I still carry you with me. Put your feet down, and stand up on your own. Don't do it for me. Don't do it for anyone else. Don't do it because of anything else. Do it for you. Do it everyday. You have plenty to stand for...
In strength,
Beth
In strength,
Beth
Sunday, June 13, 2010
I'm loving it
Why in the world do I live in the midwest humidity? It's June, and I was drenched after mile .5 (yes, period is in the correct place).
This is going to be a long summer!
I did it anyway. Shin pain, hip pain, sweat in the eyes pain, and it's all worth it. 10 miles in the last 24 hours. Now there's a statement that deserves a good tag line.
In the pool,
Beth
This is going to be a long summer!
I did it anyway. Shin pain, hip pain, sweat in the eyes pain, and it's all worth it. 10 miles in the last 24 hours. Now there's a statement that deserves a good tag line.
In the pool,
Beth
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