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Way to Go, Mom!




Here are my small successes for the week:

1. I ran in my first 5K this weekend. And, much to my surprise, I won my age category! I am NOT a fast runner, and I was not the only woman running, so this was a surprise!

2. I have been on a strange cleaning kick this week. I have washed curtains, de-cluttered and organized a linen closet and washed down the kitchen ceiling fan.

3. My boys have been transformed into little Indians. Since our trip to Jamestown Settlement, J has been wanting an Indian "outfit". Well, after a few cuts of fabric, he and K have makeshift Indian "shirts". A neighbor gave us an old tepee frame, so I dug it out and put a sheet over it, so they have a tepee. For the last several days, they have been running around, pretending to be Indians. They have been shooting at anything that moves and making enough noise to be heard for blocks. I wonder what the neighbors are thinking!

What are your small successes? Share them at Faith and Family, Live!

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  1. way to go on the race+ rob would be proud+

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  2. Those are fantastic successes. I especially love #3 and can see your boys behaving like Indians :P

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  3. Great job on your 5K!!! There is no way I could do it. Im struggling to walk three miles a day. Im soooo out of shape:(

    What do your neighbors think??? They probably think your family is the coolest!!!

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  4. How great that you ran in a 5k let alone winning in your age category!
    Go you!

    thanks for sharing with us and God bless!

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  5. Yo way to go Grease Lightin'. But tell me more. I need details about the race.

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  6. I'm SO sorry I'm so late. I'm here, reading when I can - it has just been too hard for me lately. Thanks for taking the time to post this and inspiring us all! God Bless!

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  7. Congrats on the 5K! I miss running... In fact, I'm headed to a sports med center today to finally get an old injury taken care of so I can lace up my running shoes and hit the pavement once again.

    God bless!

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