A rip in time to a parallel universe?

My 3 1/2 year old son was playing in the corner of our living room yesterday morning, squatting over his Legos.  He was still in his pajamas, which include a diaper, when he called out that he wanted to put his "morning clothes" on.   As I went to pick him up, I noticed a small puddle under him.  I touched his pants, he was dry.  I felt his legs; they were dry, too.  Being a mom, I stuck my finger in the puddle and smelled it.  It was indeed urine, but the boy was completely dry.  I asked him if he peed there and he said no.  

I carried the boy into his room, helped him get dressed and then followed him to the kitchen as he ran to get paper towels.  In the 4 minutes that we were away from the puddle, it vanished.  Completely gone.  No trace of moisture, no scent of urine.

No one else was home and it couldn't have evaporated.  The boy has witnessed the small puddle and, too, wondered where it had gone.  And although there are many a times that I have placed wishes for these kind of messes to go away on their own, it's a little freaky when it actually happens.

BMI

Jessica is "overweight" -- and a triathlete.

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5'6"
155 lbs.
BMI 25

Been feeling a bit crappy today, then stumbled upon this flickr site by Kate Harding. It posts 100+ photos of people, listing their height, weight and BMI. It lets you know if they are "normal," "overweight," "obese," or "morbidly obese."

BMI is bullshit.

But just like "8 glasses of water a day," BMI is easy to grasp, so it's idea spreads like wildfire...then it is hard to contain. It can be used to generalize, but says little about your actual health.

Unplanned arm workout

Back home again!
I've been in Sunny Portland, Oregon (Eureka! I hit the 2 weeks of summer jackpot! Funny, it rained in Miami the entire time I was gone. Good Karma?)

My running was limited but my training was intense. I hit the Portland hills just once in running shoes, for a short 30 minutes. It was all I had dreamed. Alas, no sitter for the rest of the trip.
But for 9 other days, I carried my 43" tall, 45 pound three year old for hours and hours and hours. I now have arms and shoulders of steel.

More to share later, but here's a nice child carrying trick I figured out: If your child falls asleep and you must carry him/her but your arms are dying....put your backpack on backwards over the child, it will hug him/her next to you and give your arms a break.

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Random thought:
Wearing my hair in a ponytail/pulled back for 30 years has made the middle of the back of my (incredibly straight) hair permanently wavy.


With that note - I'm going on vacation. Hope to run a few miles in the cool Oregon air. Bummed that I'll miss the Olympic Trials in Eugene, though.

I broke up with running

I broke up with running, just like the ads say.

We saw too much of each other, day after day.

And then when I got sick, it didn't nurse me like I expected. Up until that point, running always made me feel better: my health and self-esteem. I started to resent running.

Miami spring days turned molten and soggy - running didn't make me happy anymore. The time on my watch dripped by and each step drained me. I tried the treadmill at the gym, but the halogen lights made our affair seem so contrived. I tried signing up for races to be inspired, but they came and went without sparking anything.

So I stopped. I rested. I cleansed my system. Then I watched it rain for three days. In the height of the storm, in torrential monsoon rains, I decided it was time to run again.

I am in love again.

Nice Side Effect

Ever since giving birth (over 3 years ago), I've been weepy.  

I weep when I see Publix commercials, I weep at the news, I weep when I see little kids holding up signs that say "Run Mommy Run."  No kidding, I have to fight back real tears 15-20 times a day over the minutest of things.  When I know no one is around, I let 'er rip, but that is rare these days.

I have had to suppress the urge to cry zero times since I started fasting.  Weird, like birth left some Tear Toxin in me and I've been able to "eliminate" it.

Cleansing

I've been absent, well, because I haven't had much to say. Times, they are a stable. Which reminds me of an old saying: "Is it a blessing or a curse to be given just enough?"

So, I thought I'd shake things up a bit by detoxing my body. By detoxing, I mean feeding myself nothing but a mixture of lemon juice, syrup, water, and cayenne pepper for 5 days and waiting for the "eliminations."   Honestly, I hope to figure out why I've been nauseated for 2 1/2 years since the doctors can't.

Last week, starting Monday, I prepped by abstaining from all kinds of caffeine, including coffee. To say that I live and love coffee can be summed up in two ways: a) I have a tattoo of a coffee cup b) I was raised in Seattle (where my high school had an espresso cart before anywhere East of the Columbia River did). It was horrific.  The hours I wasn't asleep, I was wishing I was dead...and I think maybe my family was, too. It wasn't until Saturday (day 6) that I was able to be somewhat normal.
On Sunday evening, I ran a 5K race in a decent time, but I was really struggling. I had a banana post-race and began my "fast".

I've made it two days now and am doing alright.  I'm not starving, rather,  I feel like there are 40 hours in a day.  When I remove food from my life (whether it is baking, preparing meals, going out to lunch/dinner or having snacks), there is a tremendous hole.

Anyway - my mind is clear as a bell, which is unusual, especially without caffeine.  A few more days to go.  Can I survive the boredom?