“Normal Time”

Day 2 – National Blog Posting Month.

Where I live, daylight savings time ended last night. Gone are the days when an extra hour of sleep was something to look forward to. Since having kids, any extra hour of sleep is appreciated but this return to “normal time” sucks.

Why?

Because instead of waking up at 6:30am, my kids were all up today an hour early – at 5:30am – and when I say they were awake, they were AWAKE.

Bright eyed and bushy-tailed awake.

Meanwhile, this was me:

I think it’s going to be a long day.

A Good Place.

I am in a great place right now.

Home life is the best it’s ever been, the kids are wonderful each in their own special ways, and my husband, well, I would kiss the ground he walks on every day if I didn’t think it would inflate his ego too much.  Ha ha!  He’s an incredible husband and father and I am so blessed to have him.

Work is keeping me mentally quite busy and I love it.  I am staying more focused at work than I ever have been before. I think being so busy really is a blessing in disguise. After the experience I had visiting my patient at home the day before he died, I’ve been thinking a lot about doing more palliative care, probably when the kids are a bit older( as it will involve more call). I am excited to see how my medical practice is going to evolve in the coming years.

And running  –  running is making me feel healthier everyday, both from a physical and mental standpoint.  My injuries have worked themselves out and aside from a few minor aches in the lower legs, the injuries seem to be staying away. I’ve enjoyed each and every single one of my runs lately, and am slowing working on increasing my intervals.  I haven’t been running any hills because I really don’t want to get re-injured.  I am sticking with 3-4 runs a week and while I would love to do more, I think it’s a mistake to overdo it.  I wrote before that I wasn’t going to focus on distance, but let’s be honest, I have a little bit of the typical type-A personality and once I set my mind on something, I have to go through with it and see it to the end, even if it kills me.  So yeah, I’m determined to reach my distance goal of running 10 km.  Now, this won’t be a straight 10km run or anything; I will always run intervals because it’s what works for me.  Maybe in a year or two, I’ll get adventurous but for now, interval running is what I’m doing.

So, after taking my daughter to school yesterday, I went for a beautiful morning run before the heat set in.  I didn’t have any specific distance in mind but as I got moving I realized I might be able to do a longer run.  The music I was listening to kept me going and I enjoyed myself immensely.  My thoughts drifted, but I realized something important.

I love myself.

I am finally free.download

Dirt.

Dirt

– any foul or filthy substance, as mud, grime, dust, or excrement; earth or soil, especially when loose.

– something or someone vile, mean, or worthless: After that last outburst of hers I thought she was dirt

– moral filth; vileness; corruption.

– obscene or lewd language: to talk dirt.
Just when you got all excited that this post was going to be juicy, I’m totally going to burst your bubble.   I, of course, am referring to the traditional meaning of the word dirt.  The stuff on the ground, the stuff that makes gardens, that grass grows out of … here, I’ll show you:
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So, that’s my shared driveway and that bin is full of dirt.  At least half of the dirt I dug up yesterday, and with multiple (and I mean multiple) wheelbarrow trips, I dumped that dirt into the metal bin.  Who needed a run after that?  Certainly not me!
Spring has sprung at my house.  After the awful winter we had, ice storm and all, the backyard was a mess.  The koi didn’t survive the deep freeze, the pond was a mess, so husband decided it was time to think about a backyard reno.  With three kids soon to be running loose, real estate in our backyard is essential.  We had a raised garden that we built 7 years ago but it’s been a yearly struggle to get anything to grow in it (what with the raccoons, squirrels, and neighborhood cats walking through it), so a decision had to be made.  Level the raised garden, or at least, reduce it.  But what about all that dirt? How the hell do we get rid of dirt?
So, husband spent almost a full day researching dirt removal and found a company that would rent us a bin and dispose of relatively clean dirt (ha! there’s any oxymoron).  The bin arrived earlier in the week and husband set out to work.
With Friday being a holiday, it was my turn to contribute.  So I got out there and started moving the stones that we set up 7 years ago.  Talk about deja vu! Once the stones were moved, the dirt came next.  Before I knew it, most of the day was gone and suddenly every muscle in my body felt like jello.
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It may not look like a lot, but those stones go back about 4 feet and each stone probably weighs about 20 lbs.  My daughter helped me move some too, but she disappeared after moving the 5th or 6th stone.  She decided it was more fun to play in the dirt bin. (I don’t blame her).
I’m excited to see the finished product.  The kids will have more room to run around, the adults will get a patio and hopefully we’ll have a brand new pond as well. But for now, it’s time to get back to work.