Turkey and Mrs. Tom

I'm learning what it means to sacrifice and humble yourself for the sake of encouraging another. When I was about 10 or maybe even younger, I began slugging/running the BCC Turkey Chase with my parents and sisters.  Since then, I've probably run about 10 other Turkey Chase races sometimes with large caboodles of inspired friends and a few times alone.  I'm dedicated to this race.  Thanksgiving just isn't Thanksgiving unless I get a good run, whether in hot, cold, or even rainy weather. I've tried all three temperatures and every year, it reminds me of how good it feels to be healthy and able to run. 

In college, I quickly realized that I was capable of running further than the basic 2 miler.   Since then, I've run the 10k which is 6.2 miles and have graduated onto longer races even. I call myself a runner and quite proud of it.  Strangely, after the July nuptials, I haven't had the marathon/presidential discipline I typically have.  I feel lumpy now like a sack of sleepy potatoes.  

So this year, I convinced Kevin to run the 2 miler, which took some convincing might I say, and I as a married woman, signed up for the 2 miler as well.  That's right, I signed up for the 2 miler and while my desire and love would be to run the 10k, I decided to run with my man because he would like me to run with him.  In some ways, I'm embarrassed, hoping that none of my running friends from my club will see me. At the same time, I'm glad to get to run this race in whatever capacity and to have my man run it with me.   While he typically gets sick quite often, I'm glad to say that he has not gotten sick, despite the fact that he is teaching coughing germy buger filled 2nd graders.  If that's what it takes for a man to succeed, maybe it is worth it.  Maybe. 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

(Photo: Julia helping me model one of many turkey chase shirts. )

I totally admit that this itandkt blog is not really about kevin and I, it's about me. I think I just like to blog or write and I was using our wedding as a reason to create another blog. Well, cheers to that.

Lately, life has been pretty chill. In some ways, I feel like I'm not busy enough because I find myself sitting on the couch just to sit and sleeping average recommended hours. Part of me is ready to volunteer, run the next marathon, and call someone up to catch up to fill the time, but the other half of me holds me back telling me that I need to learn how to just sit and do nothing and enjoy silence, solitude and chilling!

My busy bee mentality is simply a result of being born of the ultimate busy bee. My mother is by far the most productive person ever. She wastes not even seconds and she is no doubt effective, but very busy. I remember growing up, there was always something to do in the house. One time while I came home for a college break, I remember sitting on the couch watching TV and feeling guilty when my mom looked down in the family room at me. She might have asked me if I had something else better to do. Whatever the case, the women in my family are pretty quick, proactive aka busy women. Now you would think that being productive is a good quality to have, especially in the workng world. In reality it means that you do twice as much work in half the time and end up giving your company a coupon for all the work you did. And it also means that when you get home and lay down for a nap, you feel lazy! What a horrible horrible thing...
sigh.=)