The big news in San Francisco today is that there is (was) a mountain lion roaming around the city!! They think she either walked up from the south bay and has been living in the Presidio or she walked from the North Bay over the Golden Gate Bridge and into the city. I guess coyote cross the GG Bridge frequently enough that it's not unlikely a cougar could too. Yikes.
I'm glad it has a semi-happy ending in that Animal Control was able to sedate her so they can relocate her to a safer habitat. Good luck, big cat! I'm sure all the little yapper dogs are sleeping easier tonight in the city!
Our poor littlest guy has been sick all week and so Jon and I have been juggling who stays with him and who works and who plays with The Dude and who cooks and who cleans. We just don't have enough hands sometimes :) That is one of the only downsides to living here...we are so far from blood family. When the kids are sick I wouldn't want to call a sitter to come and care for them but I would leave them with grandparents and aunts/uncles for cuddles if they lived close. I have a difficult internal dialogue every time one of them is sick and I know I have to juggle 10 meetings in my work calendar and I wonder how in the world I can work from home again to take care of someone who's sick. But then I remember Family First. Always. For me, this is a "hard stop." If I can't have the flexibility at work to stay home with my kiddos when they are really ill, then it's not a good career fit. I am very fortunate that my manager and my employer support the Family First value for me.
Tonight when I came home from work a little early to finish out the day, Jon mentioned Croc hadn't slept well today because his nose is all kinds of stuffed up. I went into our room to do another hour or so of work, and then Croc walked in, asked me for a hug and then laid his head on the pillow and slept for two hours. I think he just needed his momma home and knowing I was close. Times like that just fill my heart up.
Breakfast in bed from my very thoughtful husband who also made a happy face out of my favorite berries. And that salsa swipe is truly a work of food art!
Oh boy. More contraband items in a CARE PACKAGE FROM GRANDMA!!!! If you remember from the last time I posted about a care package from grandma you already know that she only sends the best. I absolutely love that her list of things to send is either extremely practical like an appliance or toiletries, or it's super decadent and not something we'd typically buy (which the boys love, and makes them think grandma is the coolest ever)! We are very lucky to have love coming all the way from across the country.
She actually DID send an appliance which happens to be calling my "loves breakfast at any time of day" name! Think of the topping options! Think of the filling options! Jon immediately broke it out and made a huge batch of waffles with the help of a pretty cute sous chef.
See now this is a perfect waffle because you've got complete waffle square syrup coverage which makes every bite amazing.
While the boys were home eating plates of waffles and completely destroying the house with their dad (in a good way - it means they had fun), I was at work eating this colorful breakfast: tiny roasted potatoes, eggs, green salsa, pineapple, watermelon, and a carrot/apple/orange juice. I think eating breakfast alone in the morning at work while I think about the day is like my own form of mini-meditation.
On my way home from work I was behind a driver who clearly isn't afraid to take a position on pretty much everything. My favorite: "If you can't feed 'em Don't breed 'em."
Lots of people on my IG feed are posting black and white pictures so here's my contribution. I walked around like this for a good 15 minutes before realizing I was shoeless on one foot.
Can you guess how I finally realized one foot was barefoot? I stepped in a puddle of slime. Personally, I can't wait for the Halloween candy and tricks like slime to be gone until next year. Bring on the turkey talk and giving thanks season!
It's been on and off rainy today in SF which means a beautiful rainbow in the sky.
I promised The Dude that I would watch him play his math computer game on my laptop tonight. I think this game is the equivalent to his class of what Oregon Trail was to my class when I was his age. Oregon Trail—anyone remember this game or am I giving away every day of my 42 years? :)
The countdown to the marathon is like a big alarm clock in my head, constantly reminding me of the exact number of days until I'm committed to running it: 23 DAYS!! As the race gets near, my bundle of nerves is exponentially growing. Now don't get me wrong, nerves aren't always a bad thing. They get your adrenaline going and your body prepared for the challenge, but at the same time you don't want them to get in the way of your goals.
Race jitters have definitely derailed me in performing the way I wanted to in a race, either because I channel the jitters into overexcitement leading into too fast of a pace out of the gate, or because I let my mind tell me that I'm not prepared or I can't do it and then I give myself permission to give partial effort.
Runners World has a great list of typical race jitters and how you can beat them. The one I most relate to is #2: Second-Guessing Syndrome:
It's the week of our race, and the realization hits: Everything I've done to prepare for this race is wrong!
I remember reading somewhere that there's no magic on race day. You aren't going to tap into anything so magical within that you won't feel pain. The race is going to hurt. But that's the fun of it for me—the personal challenge of getting through it, of the "racer" me putting on teeny tiny boxing gloves to fight the "make it easy" me that has a really loud voice too. The great part about racing, for me, is that if I know I gave it my all—that I didn't stop when I wanted to or I climbed a hill without slowing down—then I will end the race with a huge sense of pride. It really isn't about the final time for me, it's about how good I feel about my brain fight at the end :)
I have to say my husband is also so great at giving me pre-race talks. He knows just what to say. I wish I had his pep talks looped on a tape!
What do you do to avoid race day jitter or jitters from other nerve-wracking things you do in life?
Do you know what to do if you encounter a mountain lion? (hint)
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