Our First 5k

This morning Jeff and I completed our first (unofficial) 5k, 3.1 miles done and done!

We got up early and dressed for the chilly run.  We had decided to walk the first mile, run the second and take the third as it goes. 

The first mile we kept a quick walking pace.  Once the auto lap beeped 1 mile on my Garmin, we picked up the pace and ran our second mile.  We finished the second mile in 10:35 – our fastest mile time to date.  Whoop whoop!

By the time our third mile approached, I was tired and my lungs were tight.  We walked for a bit and then continued to walk/run for the rest of the run.

Finished in 43:00 minutes exactly. 

This is the farthest distance we’ve done.  Not the fastest time but we did walk that whole mile.  It can only get better from here.

Holla!

I have faith

I am very thankful that my parents raised me with faith.  I feel it set me on my right path and has given me strength to face life as it comes.  I cannot imagine not having the comfort of knowing God has a plan for me and my loved ones. 

In my day to day life, I try to keep that knowledge close to heart.  To be quite honest, Jeff and I have had a rough few months.  Not to worry, we are still very in love, but we’ve been faced with obstacles in our professional lives that have been affecting our personal life. 

I can generally juggle the good and the bad.  I get down at times but instantly tell myself to put on my big girl panties and get on with life.  There is too much happening to waste feeling sorry for yourself. 

But I have to admit, I let it get to me today.  One of us is facing some news in the employment area.  The company is going a certain way that leads to uncertainty.  And when we were getting to a point of possibly planning on vacations, new cars, kids… it’s disheartening.  I wanted to buy some balloons and streamers and sit on our couch to have a pity party of one. 

In these moments of feeling lost, I have to remind myself that God has a plan.  I tell myself that it may not be the plan that I think is best, but it is the right one. 

I have come to the realization that as much as I want my life to happen a certain way, I cannot force it.  I cannot put a timeline on life and expect it to happen when I’m ready.  If it is in God’s plan for me to be a mother, I would be ecstatic.  If it is not, man that would suck, but so be it. 

The other night Jeff and I were laying in bed, facing each other and talking.  I had the sudden thought that if my life ended now, I would be happy.  I am married to a man who loves me and takes care of me.

And with that I’m going to blow my nose and wipe my eyes.  Even as crappy as the situation seems right now, it could be a lot worse.  God knows what He’s doing and everything happening is His will.  He will provide in one way or another.

I have faith.

Our Bathtub

Our bathtub has multiple uses.  The typically use, to take baths and the not so typical use, to house Chloe when she has an “episode”.

When Chloe was really sick, she had uncontrollable tummy issues coming out both ends.  To save our bathroom from one more bleach cleaning, I would through her in our bath tub during particularly bad episodes. 

Recently, she has put herself in the tub when she doesn’t feel well.  It warns Jeff and I that something is wrong.

Until now…

Now apparently she just likes to chill in the tub. 

For the past few mornings, she’s jumped in and just watched me get ready.  One day she laid down to rest.

It’s had me on edge but she seems okay.  Guess time will tell…

Potato Soup

Chloe is not a fan of thunderstorms.  Early this morning the lightning started flashing through our open blinds.  It was enough to put Chloe on alert and when the thunder followed she looked around to try and pinpoint the noise. 

I tried to console her and pet her but she wouldn’t lay down.  So I did what any other fur mother would do.  I rolled over and fell back to sleep. 

Because of the rainy and cold day, only one thing sounded good for dinner.  Jeff’s potato soup!

It was warm and starchy and delicious!

You know that looks good. 

3 Peeps and a Fish

Our fur daughter is talented. 

See the below toys?  The 3 peeps and her fish? 

While we were watching tv tonight, she came prancing over to us grunting especially loud and her tail wagging back and forth.  It was very obvious that she was so proud of herself but we couldn’t figure it out.  It wasn’t until the toys started falling out of her mouth that we realized she had 4 toys in her mouth! 

So of course we tried to get her to do it again. 

The most she could get the second time around were 2 peeps and the fish. 

Don’t worry fur daughter, we saw you get all 4 toys and we are so PROUD.