I always roll into January completely exhausted; the holidays (and the long school break) kill me, every year. By the beginning of February, I’m ready to get back on track, which usually means cleaning closets and getting rid of every single thing we are not using any more. This year, Henry and I cleaned out the attic, which was a full two day project that included getting rid of the very first plastic Christmas tree Wade and I ever bought.
I am Goodwill’s best friend right now, you all.
February is also when I start to rethink my own closet, both in terms of weeding out what’s worn or doesn’t fit and rethinking those pieces that I’m hanging on to but not wearing. I am always tempted to just toss everything and start over, but since that’s not really an option (at least not if we’re going to do things like eat and pay the electric bill), taking the time to assess what I have — and what I actually wear and what I really love — helps me to shop smart and spend wisely. I’ve been assembling outfits, with a focus on pieces I don’t ever wear, and then committing to leaving the house in those same combinations. It’s surprising how easy it is to put something in the giveaway pile after you wear it around the house for an hour and are miserable in it. Go figure.
On Saturday morning, I got up at 5 am to run 10 miles. I finished in 1:37, without stopping once. I ran a negative split, which means that I ran the last five miles faster than the first five. And the fastest mile I ran was the very last one.
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Him: So you’re a pretty serious runner?
Me: Oh, no, not serious … I just run a lot.
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I spent most of Saturday’s run thinking about that conversation, and about why I don’t think of myself as a “serious” runner. There are a lot of reasons. Serious runners are faster than I am; they run further than I do. They are thinner than I am, and stronger. They look better in compression shorts.
All of that is ridiculous, I know. I had a terrible run at the Dallas Marathon and still finished in the top third in my age group, and ahead of over half of the men who ran the half marathon that day. If I didn’t take running seriously, I wouldn’t be able to do that. I train carefully for my races, and I show up for every run intending to do my best, whether it’s a half marathon or an easy four miles.
So why don’t I think of myself as a “serious” runner? Continue reading
So far, 2013 has been one long scramble to juggle work and kids and home. In between, I’ve been cleaning out closets and thinking hard about what I have and what I need and what I can say goodbye to. Which is a lot of stuff, honestly.
I want this to be the year that I shop smarter, both in terms of what I buy and how much time I invest in tracking things down. I don’t want to wander the mall, but I do want to break out of my shopping rut and try some new things. Unfortunately, between the kids and my job and everything else on my schedule, I don’t have infinite time to wader the Internet looking for cool things. Fortunately, I’ve found a super new tool that will help me do just that.