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7 Not-so Quick Takes

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 Yesterday we celebrated St Patrick's Day.  We ate Irish Stew, Irish Soda Bread and Mint Chocolate Chip Cookies. We watched this St Patrick video and we colored this St Patrick coloring page and read this book about St Patrick.  The boys had lots of fun.





2. Taper Madness.  7 more days.  I am nervous.  I get nauseous anytime I think of getting to the starting line and waiting in my corral to go.  Plus, my IT band started acting up during the virtual 10 K I did last weekend.  It is my own fault, I have done too much running on a track over the past few weeks and I did not switch directions!  So, I am icing, stretching and rolling my leg several times a day.  And I am doing lots of cross training.  My PT said I should be fine for race day.  I think my IT band worries may be due to the fact that I am tapering.  Every ache and pain is something major: over the past week I have had: Shin Splints (oh, great my legs will be burning during the marathon), ITBS (my knee will be in so much pain, I will have to crawl to the finish line, Random leg pain?: It is either compartment syndrome or the beginning of a stress fracture. Sheesh! Enough already!

3. I wish all the race time prediction calculators were correct.  If I plug in my time from my virtual 10K from last weekend (which I took easy), I should finish the marathon at my "dream" goal time of 4:30 (ie: if everything is going my way that day).  I would love that to happen, but I am not counting on it.  Ultimately, I will be happy if I finish under 5 hours.
4. J has become a reader! J learned to read a while ago, but has never read on his own.  If he does not have to read for school, he will not read it.  A week ago a friend recommended the Magic Tree House books.  She let us borrow a few.  A couple days later, I handed one to J and said "read this until I have all your books out for school."  I got the books out and he was still reading.  I decided to do school with K.  We finished. J was still reading.  I decided to let him read until he stopped.  A little while later, he looked at me, big smile on his face, and said, "Mom, I finished the book."  He read whole second book of the series later that day.  I just put a few more on hold at the library!

5. I am pages away from being finished with One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp.  I LOVED the book.  It got better and better as it went along and I underlined several sentences because I want their messages to stay with me.  I will admit, I still do not like Ann's style of writing, but the book's message is incredible.

6. If you think of it, please pray for my grandfather.  He has gone into kidney failure.  Pray that if it is God's will that he recover, that he recover quickly.  But if it is his time to die, that he have a peaceful death.

7. I have not one, but four knights in shining armor.  I feel like a queen!






Have a blessed weekend everyone!

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Comments

  1. Praying for your grandfather and that all goes well for you and the marathon.

    How great that he likes the 'Treehouse' books!

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  2. I hope everything goes well for you.

    Magic Treehouse books are great. My daughter loves the original set. But, I guess there are a lot more.

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