Sucktastic

If I only ran fast enough for sweat to
fly off my head like that!

Yup...sucktastic is a word!  I say so!  Today's run was sucktastic and I now feel sucktastic.

Not every run can be a great one...or a good one for that matter but today's run was none of that. It didn't even come close to an ok run. It was sucktastic. Every footplant felt as if I was stepping in mud and getting stuck. Moving my body forward was no easy task. Everything took effort. By mile 6 my back between my shoulder blades was aching and I was having trouble getting a deep breath. I slowed and did a run walk but was still struggling. It was Africa hot and the humidity I could cut with a knife. I can't remember ever sweating that much during a run.... well... other than last weekend's half!  Somehow today was worse. If my Garmin did not tell me that I was running the miles, I would have thought I was standing still because that is what it felt like to me.

So here I sit, run done, body showered, trying to cool down. Today I learned that I need to hydrate more in advance and that I am not a fan of humidity. Not every run can be great or even good. Today was sucktastic. Peace.

Smart

In the last few days I've had occasion to be treated...well...unfairly. It upsets me as I am an adult and can comprehend when I am being spoken to as if I am not intelligent. I can not imagine how/what my girls must feel when they are faced with a similar situation.
I made an appointment at a major computer retailer to seek advice and quotes on repairs for some devices. After arriving 30 minutes early and patiently waiting, my appointment time came and went. I asked when it would be my turn and, "Oh...oops...someone will be with you in a minute or 2". Well it was more like 10 but hey, eventually a 'tech' came to speak to me. I explained my situation and asked about costs for repairs. First he looked at me like I had nine heads for wanting to repair the devices. Then when I asked again about cost, I was given incorrect information. How did I know the information was incorrect? I had done my homework before heading to the store just to know what I was in for cost wise. The 'tech' and I went back and forth for a bit until I was frustrated with his attitude and I asked for a manager. The manager was another young man who tried to feed me the same misinformation. At that point I pulled out my 'smart' phone and accessed the information on line to prove to them that they were not quoting me the correct price. When I did show them the correct information both of them looked at me with an "oh well" face. There was no apology. There was no change in attitude. I could see in their eyes that they thought I was just a woman ...a blonde woman...and they were smarter than me.
I left the store and called the company headquarters to advise them of my treatment. Now, I completely understand that their treatment of me may not have been what they intended but it was how I perceived it...and perception is reality. The customer service woman I spoke to was very kind and understanding. She did tell me of similar experiences she had had in the company stores even being an employee of the company. She explained that it is an issue the company is aware of  and they working to correct these attitudes among employees.
The following day I walked out to chat with the construction workers that are overhauling my street. I had some questions about the work. Again, when I asked questions, the response was given in such a manner as if the man was speaking to a child. Really? I looked at him and said, "I'm a science teacher. I get it." and proceeded to ask more detailed questions regarding the project.  His eyes opened wide and he began to answer my questions and explain in greater detail.
I think it bothers me most that I feel the need to explain to these young and older men that I am smart. I understand more than simple sentences. I am educated beyond grammar school. Have we, as a society, not yet evolved as much as I think? What is it like for girls to be treated in this manner? Do they feel the need to hide their intelligence from the males in their life?
One of the reasons I love the Girls on the Run program is that it empowers girls to be who they are. It empowers them to be confident in whatever choices they make in life. It empowers them .... to be.  What frustrates me is that society is slow to change its ideas of gender roles. When will society catch up and accept the progress made by women? Peace.

Summah

Summer in this family is carefree and relaxed. Perhaps it is lack of money or lack of ambitious planning but we take summer easy here. When the kids were younger, they would go to day camp but as they have grown older, they are not interested.
There are some families that meticulously plan every minute of summer break...wanting to 'make the most of it' but I find that allowing my family to be a bit more 'free range' provides for good times and memories as well.

Sidewalk art by my 'bored' girls

There are always kids in the house and someone to hang out with. While my kids may say they are bored, I don't listen too much. I just encourage them to find something to do. They always find an activity, a book, something to occupy their time. I think it is good for them to be bored once in a while...ok, more than once in a while. The things they come up with amaze me.
I also take a more relaxed attitude in the summer. I ask them to complete a few chores and give them the time and space to 'get 'er done'. Don't get me wrong....if chores are not done in a timely manner...there is proverbial Hell to pay (and extra chores in the future!) but the school drill sergeant is on summer vacation.

Occupy the living room

My house becomes a flop house. I never know how many kids I will find sleeping in my house when I wake up in the morning nor do I know where I will find them all sleeping. Mattresses are moved to the floor, blankets thrown over couches, and an occasional tent city erected. It really doesn't bother me as long as they clean it up in the morning...which they usually do.
Many of my kids' friends have rigid schedules of tutors, trainers, camps and practices. There is little time to relax and be bored. There is little time to enjoy friends and ...summer.   I wonder what these kids will look back and remember about summer. I wonder if they catch fireflies in a jar and just watch them for hours on end like my kids do. I wonder if they even have time to wonder....
I am not sure what my kids will remember about their summers. I hope they remember time with family, time to soak in all that is good about summer and time to wonder. Peace.

Listen

We runners love to complain. It's to hot. It's too cold. I didn't drink enough water. I drank too much water. It's so windy. I didn't rest enough. I didn't do enough cross training. The list goes on and on.

What I have learned is that every run, no matter the weather or conditions, teaches us something. It can teach our mind. It can teach our heart. It can teach our body. However we have to be willing to listen and learn. This is the hardest part. We think we know better And just complain about what was wrong/bad with the run.

If we took a minute (or more) and thought about the run, thought about what was right and what sucked, perhaps we could learn something that would make us better, stronger runners in the future. Perhaps we could learn something about ourselves and our body.

It is difficult to admit that we don't know it all. It's difficult to listen and apply the lessons taught. But think of how smart and strong we could be if we took the time.

What lessons have you learned on your recent runs?
 Peace.

Half

 There are many bumper stickers and shirts that have clever sayings about half marathons. 

13.1 cuz I'm only half crazy, 13.1 is half of nothing, etc. but today it took all I had to get through 13.1 miles.

An early alarm clock shoved me out of bed and towards the bathroom to get dressed and ready. Perhaps running 6.5 miles,  spending the afternoon at a block party, drinking, going out to dinner, and staying up past my bedtime was not the perfect race prep. I ate some yogurt and drank a little coffee (another mistake). It was already a warm morning and the air was playing possum....not moving at all. The girls arrived and we put on our 13.1 tattoos on our legs  then loaded up the TMI truck and headed downtown.

The drive down was a very mellow one for the TMI truck. We were all a little tired and nervous. We parked and geared up in the garage. Once everyone was ready, we headed to the start. The air was thick, warm and still. not a perfect running morning but hey, I was with the girls and  all that really mattered was starting and finishing. Oh if I had only known....

We got in our corral and met a friend. We only had to wait a few minutes before they sang the Star Spangled Banner and the gun went off. The only goal for today was forward. Forward was to be my pace of the day.

The first 3 miles were adrenaline fueled and quicker than they should have been for me. I was trying to beat the sun and ...well... at my pace I should have known that was a race I would lose. By mile 4 I was so hot and sweating bullets. I slowed my pace as I realized this was not going to be a PR day. Mile 5 I took in an AccelGel and that seemed to help my mood. At about mile 6 I heard a woman in from of me telling her running buddy that she didn't feel good, she rocked back and forth and then fell down...right in front of me. They did not have their own water so I left them with one of my bottles and went to find a course marshal. the 2 of us ran back and she said she was already feeling better so I grabbed my bottle and pressed on...knowing she was in good hands.

At this point the sun had disappeared between the clouds and a slight Lake breeze had picked up. It was just enough to get me going again...but I knew that any idea I had of even coming close to a decent time was now completely gone...I moved forward. I was doing ok and feeling good until the sun came back out again and this time She was not playing around. Her mission was to get me so hot that I quit....I was not interested. I adjusted my pace again and moved forward but slowly. Since I knew this battle with Sun was going to take a awhile, I stopped and took pictures of the wonderful Lake/City views. i am blessed to live in such a fantastic city with picture perfect skylines all along the path. I just took it all in and enjoyed the view. 

Coming towards McCormick place was one of the final water stops (mile 10/11 I think). I downed my water/sport drink mix and pressed forward. This was the same water stop I had seen some great signs provided by Luna. they made me smile on the way out and were more encouraging on the way back. So, i slowed to take pictures of them. These are phrases I will keep in my head for my next tough run.  I think i missed one but you get the idea. Thank you Luna!

The end was near and I could sense that Sun was getting angry. She was fighting a losing battle with this determined runner and she was not happy. The journey around the front of the Shedd was beautiful and I soaked it in....I knew I was getting close.  Under the tunnel and up a final hill (yup...there were plenty of hills in this race). I turned the corner and could see the finish line....and I took off. I was going to finish strong if it killed me! (and it nearly did!). As I finished, I heard a man tell, "Nice skirt, Tinkerbell" I looked right at him and said...."It's a tutu and I am the QUEEN!"....and with that I crossed the finish line. I was greeted with ice cold towels and cooling fans. I got a bag of ice and then a wonderful volunteer (with a 50K race shirt) draped a medal around my neck. I was done. I had finished. It was my worst time ever but I finished. Both the sun and this race tried to get the best of me and I was not having it...not today! The sun had disappeared again...probably sulking....

I found my girls and we got snacks and yoga mats. We waited for everyone eating ice like popcorn. Once we had caught our breath and took a few photos, we headed towards the truck. As we left I saw the race director and thanked him for a great race. it was well run and the course marshals really took care of the runners well. These people had multiple obstacles to overcome today...the biggest was the weather...and they did a great job. I wanted him to know that they did well...everyone did well.

We loaded up the truck and headed for booze and burgers. A Bloody Mary after a race like today to manna from heaven as were the salty fries and burger. More chatting, storytelling and FB posting took place as we ate and soon it was time to part ways.  We all were going home to rest and relax. We all....every last runner....earned that medal today. The Inaugural Women's Half as was half of nothing today...it was full of so much. Peace.

Faith

I am a firm believer that people come into our lives for a reason. It might take minutes to figure out why they were sent to you ....it might take years to fully understand the depth of the relationship. It is all revealed eventually.

Today I was reminded of this again with my running group. There are some new folks that are also new to running. Training for a marathon is a daunting task so having the support of the right people makes all the difference in the world.  Some of the newbies are people I know from other areas of my life such school or through family. But there was one man that started with us today....

He had started training with another group and had a bad experience. He was sent to our group and thought he would give it a try. He worked hard to keep up throughout the run and bonded with the other (and only) man in my pace group. Listening to them talk I realized that this was a match made in heaven for more reasons than I can count. This was truly a higher power at work. I love when God shows up when I least expect it and reveals himself. Believe what you will but I believe there is a reason for everything. I have said before and believe with my whole heart that while we may not understand, like nor agree with God's plan...but there is a plan. We have to have the faith to trust in that plan.  That is what faith is...trusting in God.

Today reassured me that this man was in the right place, at the right time and this was going to be a healing place for him. I have faith.....

People come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON or a LIFE TIME.
When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON, It is usually to meet a need.
You have expressed. 
They have come to assist you though a difficulty,
To provide you with guidance and support, 
To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.
They may seem like a godsend and they are....
They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then ,
without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
This person will say or do something to bring the relationship to and end.
Sometimes they die.
Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes the act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realized is that our need has been met,
our desire fullfilled,
Their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.
Some people come into your life for a SEASON.
Because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. 
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real.
But only for a season.
LIFE TIME Relationships teach you life time lessons things you must built upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.
You job is to accept the lesson. Love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and are as of your life.
It is said that Love is blind but Friendship is Clairvoyant.

~Unknown

Thank you for being a part of my life. Whether you were, a REASON, a SEASON or a LIFE TIME. Peace.

Favorites

So each season when training begins I am asked  millions product questions by newer runners or new marathon runners. There are thousands of different products because we are all different. I tell my newbies that these are the products I like but they may find something that works better for them.  so here is the list and some reasons I love these products.
(Disclaimer:I was not paid for this post nor received any of these products as payment)

Clothing:

Athleta Presto Short. I just started running in these and adore them. I have a huge issue with chub rub and need a short that is a little longer and I like the compression but they don't cut off the circulation to my feet! There is a small back zip pocket (for keys, etc) and a larger (large enough for an iPhone) pocket on the side of the leg. this is a perfect get pocket as well. The drawstring (yes, there is a drawstring!) is not 2 pieces...it is one so it never gets lost when washed.

C9 Long and Lean running tanks from Target. I have these in every color and adore them. They fit well and are long enough for my long body. They are also not so expensive that you cant have them in every color of the rainbow. I use iron on designs and logos on these tanks for the marathon  and have never had a problem with the tech fibers.

North Face Krakatoa Jacket is the best!  It keeps me warm and dry buy is not too heavy and it beathes so well. I received this as a gift from a friend for my birthday. I never would have bought it for myself but now that I own it...I love it! I recommend it for all runners in all climates plus the bright color helps me feel safer on runs alone.

Bondi bands keep sweat out of my eyes. I have about 20 of these each with a different funny saying. They dry very quickly and don't smell. They are the only headband that is not so tight I get a migraine after 5 minutes of wear.

Nike Dri Fit socks I like the arch support and the fact that these socks keep my feet relatively blister free.

HeadSweats Hats I have a white Girls on the Run hat made by Headsweats that keeps my sweaty head cool and the summer sun out of my eyes. It is machine washable as well...another bonus!

Shoes:
I am an Asics girls and wear the Asics GEL Kayano 18 but have worn other brands as well. I recommend that all runners get fitted at a running store frequently. There are different shoes for different runners and distances. Each shoe is as unique as the runner. Professionals at a running store can help you choose the right shoe.

Gear:
Amphipod RunLite Hydration belts are my go to for hydration. I like that there are many accessories I can add/remove from belt. i can vary the amount and size of the bottles depending on the weather and distance I am running. It is fully adjustable, as are the accessories.

Garmin ForeRunner 205 keeps my distance and pace like a champ. It is big and clunky but it does the job better than anything I have ever used. I can upload information to the computer and as well as a few different training websites. It has many different features...some I still have yet to discover!

Body Glide helps with all the unspeakable places I chafe. I wish there was a walk through machine to apply glide but for now...the stick will have to do and save me from pain.

Aquaphor soothes the places that I missed with glide. It is also great for chapped hands and feet.

Nutrition:
AccelGel and Accelerade are my go-to for gel and hydration during long runs. AccelGel  and Accelerade are the only products with the patented 4:1 ratio of carbs to protein. AccelGel is the only gel that does not upset my stomach and is not toothpaste thick. There are a variety of flavors and all are tasty but orange is my favorite.

Sport Beans are a wonderful  small burst of flavor and energy while on the run. I prefer the orange.

Clif Shot Bloks are again a small gummy like burst of flavor and energy. I have found that I run better with small does of energy dispersed throughout the run. ShotBloks come with or without caffeine but black cherry is my favorite.

Chocolate milk  Studies have shown that this is the perfect recovery drink. I will go with science on this one. So good and good for you! Enough said!

Chiobani Greek Yogurt and BareNaked Granola are my go to breakfast foods. Vanilla Chiobani with berry BareNaked and dried cherries or fresh fruit or Black Cherry Chiobani is a great way to start the day. For dessert I like the Vanilla Chiobani with bananas and a squirt of Hershey's chocolate syrup. Sooo yummy!

Peanut butter and bananas ...just so good!

Coffee...either Goshen (if i make it myself at home)or Dunkin Donuts (if I buy it after a run). this mother runner runs on COFFEE!

Recovery:
The Stick is wicked painful but it is a good pain. I need a good roll out after a long run and the foam roller just does not seem to get deep enough into my muscles. Make all the jokes you want about this thing and its name....I love it and can't live without it. The whole family uses it and the kids love to 'roll' mom...inflicting pain on ol' mom is a treat!

Actic Ease ice wraps keep my knee pain and flare ups in check. I get cold and compression in a small portable affordable package. Perfect!

REST. It flies in the face of what we think is good for us but our bodies need rest. Not every single day but at least one day a week allow your body to rest.

Reading:
Hal Higdon's Marathon Training Guide ok...not only is Hal a pal but I am quoted in this book multiple times!  Hal is the marathon guru. Millions follow his training plans for a variety of reasons...mostly because they are doable for all.

Run like a Mother, the book, and Another Mother Runner, the blog. Both of these sources keep me motivated and informed.

Charities:
Girls on the Run I love this program and all that it stands for. The girls that I work with each season are a constant source of energy and inspiration for me. I run with tutu spirit every day.

Alexander Leigh Center for Autism was started by a dear friend as a safe place for her daughter. It is a safe place for many families and an educational haven for many children. I do what can to raise awareness and funds for this school.

I know that there are so many more things that I use and enjoy but these are some of the things that I can not live without every day! What are your favorite things? What things can you not live without?
 Peace.

Posers

SUPER MOM!

Some run are easier than others. Some days I bound out of bed easy eager to get out on the path (ok not really!) and others I find every way to distract myself. Yesterday it was going to be hot and I know I needed to get out early but was still struggling while I checked my email. There was an email from a friend with a link to a FB page. I clicked, started reading and was instantly motivated. Here is the link I was sent...  Super mom and fighter boy!

A mom on Michigan was going to run on the treadmill during the entire time her young son was having brain surgery... An estimated 8 hours. I thought to myself, if she could manage her stress by running on the treadmill then I could surely manage 3 miles in the heat. I had not been having good runs lately and thought this was just the motivation I needed.

I filled up my water bottle and headed out into the furnace that is a Chicago summer day. The first part of the run was tough. Everything hurt and my muscles were not cooperating with my mind an heart. With each footfall I cursed the run. I wanted to give up and go back home. It was just too difficult to find my groove. Then I turned a corner...literally and figuratively. Coming towards me was a mom pushing a child in a stroller. They were laughing and smiling...suddenly I was reminded of the email earlier in the day. The steps didn't get easier but now they had new purpose. I put myself in the place of that worried mother. I put myself in place of every parent of a sick or special needs child. Their steps are never easy nor light. I picked up my glacial pace to turtle and kept moving forward. At my usual turn back, I turned the other way and ran away from home. I knew that this would add miles but I was deep into my own thoughts. My mind had found its groove. The body was struggling to keep up.

I had not planned to run as far as I did and needed a water refill so I dropped into my local Dunkin Donuts. Thank goodness I am a regular and the employees know me. They gladly refilled my bottle with water and ice and I set off again back into the furnace.

Some runs are finished only because my body says so and other runs because my mind says so and then other runs are finished by my heart. This run was all about mind and heart. Body was not interested but was forced to cooperate against its will.

I returned home after 6 hot, sweaty,  inspired,  prayer filled, grateful miles with a heart and mind filled up. I thought about super mom and fighter boy. They are the true endurance athletes. The rest of us are posers. Peace.

Dads

Fathers day is here and I felt compelled to write a bit about dads. Moms seem to get all the glory but dads need a little love too.

There are more deadbeat dads than moms so dads often get a bad rap. However, there are some rock star dads. They seem to take a back seat and let us moms shine. The dads I know and love are an example for all.

My own dad gave me gifts and taught me many lessons... sometimes in spite of himself. Now he imparts his wisdom on his grandchildren. It is a joy to watch him relate to these kids as they grow.

My husband is a great dad. He works hard to provide for our family often missing special events and holidays. Sometimes just missing the basic goings on of everyday life I know are hardest for him. He makes up for it by being the 'go to' guy for our kids. I am always the bad cop allowing him be the good cop. This provides balance for our kids. He makes time to do things with each child and has a special relationship with each one. He is also the joker and more easy going than I, thus often providing comic relief to my straight face.

There are many great dads I my running group. Two of them really stand out. S is a cancer survivor and plans his work schedule so that his kids spend their time at home with him and not In daycare while his wife is at work. D has dropped so much weight in order to be more active with his girls. Both men run and take care of themselves so that they are around for a long time to see their kids grow.

My pal R is a stay at home dad. He raises the kids while his wife works. It is unconventional and not many understand the arrangement but it works for them. He allows his kids to grow, explore and be themselves. His children have a special bond with him and he fosters their individual identities like no other. And boy can he cook! He feeds the spirit and soul of all in his family.

My own godson has taken to the role of father with gusto. He takes such pride in the growth and development of his two children. Those 2 kids have no idea how lucky they are to have A as their father. The adventures have only just begun for that family.

It is hard to express the admiration I have for these men who put their children first. Their every thought is about what is best for their children. The love they have for their children is palpable They live their lives putting their families above all else. They live their lives not basking in the glory but quietly setting an example. They live their lives modeling the values and virtues that will live on long after they are gone. Happy Father's Day to these dads and all dads. Celebrate the great dads in your life today. Peace.

Relationships

I was chatting with a friend a while back and she described me as a "relationship person". I took note of the comment but didn't give it much thought at the time. Since then I have thought about that phrase a great deal.

We were talking about my job as a teacher and a new position I was offered at the school. It was a wonderful offer and a position I would like however I really was not sure if it was the right time for me to move. I struggled with this choice for weeks. After talking it over with my friend, I made a choice. I chose to stay put.

I was unsure if I had made the right choice. I am a "relationship person". I like building relationships with the people on my life, especially my students. I enjoy seeing them grow, change and develop into wonderful young adults.

It was in the weeks that followed that I realized that I had made the right choice. Former students came back for May Crowning and told me that I was the only teacher who remembered their names. We laughed, reminisced and they told me of their future plans. It was the first of many signs that I had done the right thing.

Since then I have run into former students everywhere; the grocery, the gym, the mall, you name it. They tell me of their success and failures. They tell me of adventures. They share memories. The most important thing I notice is that I remember them all...each and every one...by name. I not only recall their names but memories from when I taught them.

I remember the 6th grader who collected all things firefighter and is now wearing the uniform himself. I remember the girl who was defiant and hard to reach as she now reaches out to others as a nurse. I recall the girl who struggled with punctuation but now researches and publishes important documents. I think of the girl who could not contain a box of crayons and now travels the world. A young man walks into the library with a load of books and I recall the boy who hated to study as he now crams for an exam. I remember a girl who needed someone to talk to and someone to believe in her as she now heads to college a confident self assured young woman. I think of those students who I don't see or meet and wonder where they are. I worry about those students who had trouble with me all those years ago and wonder if they are still struggling. The students and memories flood my mind like the flood waters of the Amazon. It is overwhelming at times to think of the students I have taught and the lives touched. I am so proud of them all and wish I could tell each and everyone of them that they have all made me a better teacher and mother.

There are days I wonder if I am in the right profession. Meeting a former student reminds me why I really love my job. I see the result of my work in their eyes. I see the fabulous future they are creating for themselves. I see that together we create memories and ....relationships. Peace.

Deja Vu

The day dawned with an early and rude alarm clock sounding at 4:30. I got dressed and geared up for the long day ahead. I woke 12 shortly before we were to leave. Once she was dressed, we loaded up the car and once TC arrived,  we headed towards the Lake. Early morning means little or no traffic on the expressway so we flew towards the Soldier Field. We unloaded the coach bins, gifts and tutus from the truck and set up our 'camp' under our SPC banner in the grassy field outside the stadium. 
Eventually the girls and families began to arrive. My coach team of 12, TC and I prepped each girl as she arrived with her runner number, tutu, "rockstar" ribbon ties on their tshirts, and glitter hair spray.  Girl power was the name of the game.
Soon all the girls were dressed and ready to get started. We were in a very late start corral and the day was already beginning to warm up so I had a 'discussion' with those at the entry of the corrals and we were eventually allowed to start much ahead of schedule.
The girls were soon off on their 3 mile journey. It had taken them 8 weeks to prepare for this day but now they were running....the rubber had met the road. As the girls ran, my team and I gathered the season ending gifts for the girls as well as taking photos and before I knew it, girls were finishing!  WOW!  For a hot day, they were running FAST!
As the girls finished they returned to 'camp' red and sweating from the distance. Parents and running buddies soon followed beaming with pride. As the morning wore on the heat intensified and finishing became more difficult but all the girls from our team finished as did their running buddies.

I could not have been prouder of these little dynamos!  They not only ran with tutu spirit but with pride....pride that comes from knowing they did their best. The feeling they have now is one I hope they soon don't forget....the feeling that they are powerful. The feeling that they can accomplish anything they set their mind to. The feeling of pride in a job well done. The feeling that they are strong, beautiful human beings.

Deja Vu you say? Yes, hours later I returned to Soldier Field and it looked as though my sparkly girls had never set foot on the grounds. The place was all clean and there was no sign that earlier hundreds of girls had crossed more than a finish line.

We waited in a beautiful room overlooking the Lake before being escorted to the Skyline room for a wedding. To one side was a view of the south side of the City and McCormick Place as well as the Planetarium. To the other side was a view of the playing field and the skyline of the city.  My BRF (best running friend) was marrying her BFF(best flipping fiance).  Her dream was coming true today as well. As the bride and groom entered the room, I could first feel her excitement and joy before I could see it. The love in the room was palpable. We danced and ate and ate some more. The food was wonderful but the company and views of the city as the sun set were magnificent.

At dark we all exited the room and met on the south lawn. It was time to light Chinese Lanterns. What a magnificent sight to watch then float up into the night sky carrying prayers for a long and happy life for bride and groom.

What a day!  A day filled with dreams coming true and goals being met. A day of love and power and positive energy.  A day that filled this woman's heart with emotion to last a long time. Peace.

Travel

Some are straight and some are topsy turvey. As roads would have it, there are crossroads in life as well. The most confusing, baffling, difficult whatever you call it, is the crossroad in life.

When we face a crossroad, the mind comes to a standstill as to which road to take. Which road is going to take us where? There are few roads, which will lead you to happiness, fame, glory, and fortune, but on the other hand there are few which would take you towards sadness, failure, defeat, disappointments.

We have to decide which road we would take with completely no clue where we going to land at the end! No assurances ....No guarantees! Since life offers us no guarantees and assurances, it's better to take that risk and make that decisions because unless we don't decide, and go that way we will never know whether the decision was right or wrong.

Instead of standing on the crossroad it is better to move forward. It's not always that the road, which we think is right for us, that is going to give us happiness, there are certainly going to be heartbreaks. You might not achieve what you had thought, but at least you tried. We really do not have power on the outcome but we definitely have the power of our decisions. Taking risks, does not mean to decide in the spur of a moment! Think and then move forward.

If we had known that the road we are choosing is a wrong one and it can make us lost, or the outcome is going to be bad, we would have never have decided to go that way. We will only know about the outcome once we walk that road, whether the decision was correct or worthless.

When we have to choose, we need to analyze the options we have, sometimes we have many options, sometimes very few and sometimes none at all. We need to weigh the pros and cons, and create options of our own if we don't have any!

We cannot find the confidence to decide at times, especially when we have no idea what the consequences are going to be. Trust yourself and think that it's the best decision at that point of time. Do not regret it whatever the outcome, learn from it and make better decisions in future. Always remember life will give us more chances to make right decisions.

And after all, I believe it's all the matter of perspective, as to what you want to be a lost traveller or accidental tourist, because you never know which road opens which new horizon! peace.