Follow us on Instagram!My boss picks his nose, pees in his pants, and ate 10 pancakes for breakfast. What about yours?30 weeks and still running. Every day that I am pain free and moving powerfully is something to celebrate. Because in my experience, pregnancy and athleticism were not synonymous. This pregnancy has proved otherwise. With discipline, I have discovered that pregnancy and athleticism complement each other beautifully! With the same amount of exercise, I am stronger now than I was 7 months ago. After surviving a barfy first trimester, I have spent a minimum of 5 days a week combining strength training and running. That was my schedule before getting pregnant and maintaining this schedule for the past 16 weeks has transformed pregnancy for me. Thank you @__magneticnorth__ for illuminating my path. You inspired me to prove to myself that pregnancy is not to be endured, it’s not weakness, nor is it something to waddle through. It’s an opportunity. An opportunity to use to my athletic advantage. An opportunity to discover strength. An opportunity to soar. It’s a freaking superpower! Heading into my final two months, I have zero expectations. BUT I will continue to show up every damn day for my body. To worship her and all she is capable of. Pregnancy is a privilege. So is the problem of figuring out how to squeeze in all this exercise without childcare. It’s a motherforkin’ hustle!Approaching a pregnant run with a beginners mind means I often wonder... Will my left butt cheek cramp up and cause me to limp back to the car? Will my tight sports bra cause boob rash? Will my right hip flexor give out? Will I need a full meal? (Better to pack one just in case). Will I be warm enough? Will my maternity leggings slide down? How many times in an hour will I have to squat in the woods so I don’t pee in my pants? Might I just pee in my pants? Where are the most densely forested areas so I get some peeing privacy? All real possibilities, mostly centered around my bladder. (Mamas, I know you feel me) I’m not giving up what keeps me sane SO I do my wondering. Then I say, “Come what may, I’m running anyway.” Every run brings a new surprise 🙏🏼 @__magneticnorth__ for teaching me about a beginners mind and how important it is for my endurance practice. Stay curious. Keep moving.Maybe a third kid will help us figure out this parenting gig. Third time’s a charm right? #saycheese #marchbaby #boyorgirl #itsasurpriseThe Alpaca and I are the only ones cooperating for this picture. #thanksalpaca #bestsockseverI love when people share the real moments behind their social media pictures so here is our real moment. 30 mins prior to this picture Sage was sprayed with poop. Cedar had a sudden, leaky, diarrhea incident covering his legs, onesie, and shorts. Peter got C’s clothes off and was holding him naked, I was holding the solar shower up high, and Sage was hosing him off. While Sage was hosing, the incredible force of Cedar’s bowels shot round two poop all over Sage’s dress and fleece. Her response was, “ I WAS HIT!” I took this picture post-poop with Cedar recovering on my lap, Sage recovering with hot chocolate, and Peter packing up our entire campsite so we could canoe back to our car. We were bummed to leave our secluded lakefront campsite but in the packing process there was beautiful light to capture the resilience of our daughter who can really handle just about anything. 💩
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If it scares me or makes me feel uncomfortable, I need to do it. Fear or discomfort means an opportunity for personal growth and I have an addiction to personal growth. At the end of my life, I want to feel like I made the most of the opportunities I was given. Stretched my mind and my body. Got my bang for my life buck.
When it came to my fear of fish (it’s true, I did have a fear of fish) and my fear of the underwater world, I knew that meant I needed to get my dive certification. And lucky for me- after a few short certification dives, I discovered I LOVED the world beneath the surface! Had I let fear determine my choices I would have missed out on some of the most memorable and unique experiences in our natural world.
Unfortunately, I rarely dive anymore. When I do dive, there is that moment right before I jump in where I think, “Crap. Which button does what again? Did I turn on my air? How do I inflate this thing? Which means I’m OK? The thumbs up or the OK sign?”
I take a deep breath, calm my anxieties and jump in. Just like riding a bike, it all comes back. I bob at the surface for a minute. The cool water envelops my face and hair. I become weightless. I put the regulator in my mouth, remember how much I love the cool air and meditative sound of the most basic of human functions. I deflate my BCD and and leave the world behind.
Every good gas station has a horned bull, and every good 711 has chili-squid flavored Lays potato chips.