The MODO ship has landed

When my husband and I finally deemed ourselves "ready" to start a family, nothing could fully prepare us for what that one little word entailed. Once our first daughter was born, I magically obtained the identity of Super Mom, trying to take on the world one temper tantrum at a time. Typical of our kind, I soon found I was putting everyone else's needs before my own.

Then came the birth of our second daughter, transforming me into a MODO (Mother of Daughters Only). Let the sagas of raising two girls begin! ...The emotional outbursts, pigtail pulling, boy drama, and catty girl cliques... It's bound to be quite an adventure, and made me realize the importance of finding a release. And so, a blog was born!

My stories are plucked straight from my personal experiences as a mother. But also as a professional writer with a background in the natural health industry, I may at times share some tidbits on healthy living simply because it's something I’ve grown passionate about.

Take it from me, a mom attempting to survive the preschool years while also tip-toeing around a testy toddler, building a solid support team can help save your sanity and your health. So leave the cape in the closet, laugh, learn and lollygag in a little "me-time."





Friday, September 17, 2010

Mom on the Run

Guess what? After years of protest, my body finally gave in.

I LOVE RUNNING!

To fully understand my elation at this latest revelation, take a trip back with me….
In high school gym class, the day I dreaded all year was the day we had to run the MILE. It was one measly day, one measly mile, and it practically had me breaking out in hives every single year. I would actually contemplate giving myself a sprained ankle or talking my parents into this being “the year” to get my bunions removed (its hereditary…thanks, Mom). Never work. I had to huff and puff it around the track one, two, three, four times… Every. Single. Year.

I tried running in college too, pushing myself every day to LIKE it. I still hated it. So I stopped and started walking instead…which by the way, isn’t for wusses (reminds me of an article I wrote once). I still love to walk and take them with or without the girls all the time.

Persistence Pays Off
About a year before Jaisa was born I decided to give running the good ‘ole college try (again). The first week was brutal. But somehow and for some reason I stuck with it just a little longer than all the other times I’d tried. And there it was… over this immense internal hurdle was EUPHORIA. I finally discovered what everyone referred to as the “runner’s high.” And just like that, I was hooked. I’m a running junkie.

Don’t get me wrong, my story is nothing spectacular. I’m not doing marathons all over the country and running 10 miles a day “just for fun.” Oh no. I keep my runs short and sweet, just for kicks. Over the summer I ran my first 10K and participated in the Green Bay Packers first ever 5K. I ran it with my brother and man, was it fun! Packers fan or not, who wouldn’t have the time of their life charging out that tunnel and circling around the bowl with 2,999 other runners? I know I did.

Up next is the Fox Cities 5K tomorrow morning. I talked my friend Nellie into running it with me. I ask. She said “Yeah, why not!” And now don’t I look the fool because this friend of mine, this mom of two, just announced that she’ll be running a half marathon at the “Happiest Race on Earth” – Disneyland in January! You go, girl!

A Minor Obstacle
So here’s the bad news… A few weeks ago—just two days before my 15-year-class-reunion, mind you—my back goes out (old age, here I come!). I was lifting Jaisa off the changing table, like I do about 5 times a day, and this time I felt a pinch down my left side and I spent the next 15 minutes on the floor rolling in pain. It’s getting better, but come on, it’s been three weeks! Now the pain has rudely maneuvered its way around my hip, making running oh so enjoyable. But I told Nellie, “I’m running Saturday come hell or hip replacement.” Let’s just hope neither is in my future. An offer for a massage, on the other hand, I will not turn away.

Time to beat: 28:43 (never said I was Speedy Gonzales). I don’t care so much about the time, as much as just doing it (this blog is not endorsed by Nike). This is one thing I do for ME. And bad back, you can’t take that away from me.

Are you a Mom on the Run? Share your latest adventure!

2 comments:

  1. Jessica - I know you're afraid of the chiropractor, but I think you'll LOVE it. Remember...you used to be afraid of running, too. :)

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  2. So true, Julie. Thanks for the boost! After tomorrow, I may need the chiropractor more than ever!

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