Now that the rant is gone let us refocus.
I've heard from a few more people about their willingness to run sometime this summer. We've got 5K, 10K, and Half Marathoners on the docket over the next 6 months. Within the group are people who have never run a race before, those who are 'out of practice,' and finally those who run all the time. We're a motley crew, but one I'm proud to be a part of. (Damn, I hate ending sentences with prepositions--so annoying.)
Anyone out there struggling with the training? Anyone need a race to run or a buddy to encourage them? Let's talk about it--I will again return to the idea that saying you'll do something in a public forum makes you highly accountable; not only to yourself, but to the others who are silently cheering you onward!
If you aren't already a part of the committed list--post a comment or e-mail (wever@columbus.rr.com) me and get on the it. Make public your decision. If you want me to add the distance you've chosen I'll do that as well.
Meanwhile, get out there. Walk, jog, saunter, skip--do whatever it takes to get that first mile (or the 5th) under your belt. I promise, you will not be disappointed.
B
Oh, and as an added side note. I'm rocking the whole no sweets thing. Here's my secret: Golden Grahams--I feel like they are feeding my inner crack (sweet) habit.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
This is a Rant. Beware.
I'm too angry/disappointed to write good things today. And please be wary, this is a rant. It's not going to be nice or pleasant to read. I'm outing people, I'm blaming people, and I'm calling people to task.
Seriously. What is heck is so hard about helping other people? I need to know--are you too busy? tired? don't have enough money? Come on, what's your excuse? Here are a few I've heard lately: I work and I'm exhausted. I want to spend more time with my kids. We can't afford it. I don't know her so I feel uncomfortable. BLAH (I really wanted to drop the f-bomb here, but my mother will read this.)BLAH BLAH BLAH.
There are needs in every community not currently being met. Simple things, like food pantries are empty---why? How many of us went out to eat--even at McDonald's in the last 2 weeks? Now, how many of us took time to donate ANYTHING to the places or people that need help? I'm thinking few, and it is totally and completely pathetic. There is no excuse.
I'm sorry to make an example of my mom's group (I'm really not sorry--I'm actually happy to do it), but there are 74 women on the current e-mail list--do you want to know how many responded to make a meal for a woman with five children who is DYING of cancer--10. That's right, less than 15% of us had enough time/money to make a meal for a woman who is currently undergoing chemo and radiation. She is the one who doesn't have the time or the money or the energy to make a meal--please get over yourselves. I'm embarrassed and even more, I'm ashamed.
I'm also going to revisit the money issue. If you have internet in your home you can afford to donate to the food pantry. If you eat out, you can afford to make someone a meal. If you watched a movie on your DVD player this month you can afford to donate a couple hours of your time to help a neighbor shovel the driveway. Seriously, I've heard the money excuse so often from people who keep their heat at 70 degrees. COME ON.
Is this what we've become as a society--a group of people who think of themselves first, and foremost---often complaining about our lot in life to anyone who will listen. HEY!! Earth to all of us---we live in the United States of America--we have freedoms other countries only dream about--freedoms people died to protect. And this is how we choose to honor those who died protecting our freedoms--ignoring those around us who need help? Choosing to focus on getting more more MORE MORE instead of looking around at what you have that might help another person.
Here's the deal. We could all do more; from offering to watch someone's kids for a couple hours, to making a meal, to taking toothpaste to the Personal Needs Pantry--we are all capable of extending a hand to someone in need. I'm not asking anyone to go out there and change the world, but I am asking you to look carefully at what you have and choose to make a difference in your community. It's totally worth it--aren't we worth it?
I was raised to believe that you always get further in life with a kind word or gesture. I'm not perfect, there's always more I could do, hopefully we can all start small and let it evolve from there.
B.
Seriously. What is heck is so hard about helping other people? I need to know--are you too busy? tired? don't have enough money? Come on, what's your excuse? Here are a few I've heard lately: I work and I'm exhausted. I want to spend more time with my kids. We can't afford it. I don't know her so I feel uncomfortable. BLAH (I really wanted to drop the f-bomb here, but my mother will read this.)BLAH BLAH BLAH.
There are needs in every community not currently being met. Simple things, like food pantries are empty---why? How many of us went out to eat--even at McDonald's in the last 2 weeks? Now, how many of us took time to donate ANYTHING to the places or people that need help? I'm thinking few, and it is totally and completely pathetic. There is no excuse.
I'm sorry to make an example of my mom's group (I'm really not sorry--I'm actually happy to do it), but there are 74 women on the current e-mail list--do you want to know how many responded to make a meal for a woman with five children who is DYING of cancer--10. That's right, less than 15% of us had enough time/money to make a meal for a woman who is currently undergoing chemo and radiation. She is the one who doesn't have the time or the money or the energy to make a meal--please get over yourselves. I'm embarrassed and even more, I'm ashamed.
I'm also going to revisit the money issue. If you have internet in your home you can afford to donate to the food pantry. If you eat out, you can afford to make someone a meal. If you watched a movie on your DVD player this month you can afford to donate a couple hours of your time to help a neighbor shovel the driveway. Seriously, I've heard the money excuse so often from people who keep their heat at 70 degrees. COME ON.
Is this what we've become as a society--a group of people who think of themselves first, and foremost---often complaining about our lot in life to anyone who will listen. HEY!! Earth to all of us---we live in the United States of America--we have freedoms other countries only dream about--freedoms people died to protect. And this is how we choose to honor those who died protecting our freedoms--ignoring those around us who need help? Choosing to focus on getting more more MORE MORE instead of looking around at what you have that might help another person.
Here's the deal. We could all do more; from offering to watch someone's kids for a couple hours, to making a meal, to taking toothpaste to the Personal Needs Pantry--we are all capable of extending a hand to someone in need. I'm not asking anyone to go out there and change the world, but I am asking you to look carefully at what you have and choose to make a difference in your community. It's totally worth it--aren't we worth it?
I was raised to believe that you always get further in life with a kind word or gesture. I'm not perfect, there's always more I could do, hopefully we can all start small and let it evolve from there.
B.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Can You Ice Dance?
I'm skipping good things today. I haven't written in almost a week--not for lack of trying, I was having a hard time getting motivated and inspired.
Got inspired today. (Really yesterday.)
I got into a 'discussion' via facebook about the merits of ice dancing. Someone noted how it was the wussification of sport and that ice dancers only started ice dancing when 'they couldn't make it as real skaters'. I disagreed. I couldn't find enough space to spout my arguments there so you'll all have to put up with me here.
In addition the the commentary on ice dancing the writers also hit on golf, synchronized swimming, and rhythmic gymnastics--labeling them as non sports and indicating them as sports invented to 'make everyone feel special.' Here we go.
SERIOUSLY? Can you keep time and steps on a steel blade like an ice dancer? Can you hit a little ball into a cup with precision like a golfer? Can you hold your breath for two minutes while catapulting your feet skyward? I can't.
There was also discussion about these athletes being less fit than other traditional sports. I'm fairly sure that pound for pound those ice dancers can leg press as much as a football player. What other sport makes you hold your breath and swim around lifting people out of the water? None. I'm telling you these people are fit, probably in better shape that athletes in other sports. I looked for days and didn't see ONE heavy curler. (Except for the pregnant one, and she looked amazing.)
Here's the thing: I love the competition---who cares that some of the sports are boring--I have no clue what goes into making a synchronized swim routine a good one--and really I don't want to, I just know it's more interesting to watch than baseball, and I'm thinking more physically exhausting. (For me, paint drying is better than baseball---I pray that Nick and Luke never pick up a glove--ugh, BORING.)
So--let's celebrate competition. Relish it. We're coming into the best season of the year--March Madness. (College basketball for those who don't know.) It's the time when the little guy has a chance to bring down the heavy hitter. I LOVE IT!
Anyone else interested in running??? I'm still looking to add to the list.
Becky
Here's tomorrow's topic: American Idol. It will be worth the read, I promise.
Got inspired today. (Really yesterday.)
I got into a 'discussion' via facebook about the merits of ice dancing. Someone noted how it was the wussification of sport and that ice dancers only started ice dancing when 'they couldn't make it as real skaters'. I disagreed. I couldn't find enough space to spout my arguments there so you'll all have to put up with me here.
In addition the the commentary on ice dancing the writers also hit on golf, synchronized swimming, and rhythmic gymnastics--labeling them as non sports and indicating them as sports invented to 'make everyone feel special.' Here we go.
SERIOUSLY? Can you keep time and steps on a steel blade like an ice dancer? Can you hit a little ball into a cup with precision like a golfer? Can you hold your breath for two minutes while catapulting your feet skyward? I can't.
There was also discussion about these athletes being less fit than other traditional sports. I'm fairly sure that pound for pound those ice dancers can leg press as much as a football player. What other sport makes you hold your breath and swim around lifting people out of the water? None. I'm telling you these people are fit, probably in better shape that athletes in other sports. I looked for days and didn't see ONE heavy curler. (Except for the pregnant one, and she looked amazing.)
Here's the thing: I love the competition---who cares that some of the sports are boring--I have no clue what goes into making a synchronized swim routine a good one--and really I don't want to, I just know it's more interesting to watch than baseball, and I'm thinking more physically exhausting. (For me, paint drying is better than baseball---I pray that Nick and Luke never pick up a glove--ugh, BORING.)
So--let's celebrate competition. Relish it. We're coming into the best season of the year--March Madness. (College basketball for those who don't know.) It's the time when the little guy has a chance to bring down the heavy hitter. I LOVE IT!
Anyone else interested in running??? I'm still looking to add to the list.
Becky
Here's tomorrow's topic: American Idol. It will be worth the read, I promise.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Fleshy.
Good Things About Today:
1. Down time with no plans.
2. It's warmer.
3. I've made it 5 days with no sweets in sight. Holler. 35 Days remain.
Fleshy.
I hate this word, but I feel like it describes perfectly a few parts of my anatomy.
Here are a few examples, so the rest of you can compare.
1. When the jeans ride too low leaving a muffin top or, even better 'the bulge'. It might not be a complete muffin top, because the waist isn't that tight, but the fleshy bugle emerges and I find myself often poking it. You don't need to say it, I already know it's pathetic.
2. Area right above the bra near the under arm.
3. Pooch. (Need I say more?)
4. Any area of the back while twisting.
Why did I bring this up? Because today, I felt fleshy and I HATED it--there was a little more sag than normal, a little more roll over than expected, and BANG I'm off. Driving the "I've got a terrible self image" train from station to station. The funny thing is, it only took ONE glance in the mirror to set me off. I'm sure I looked perfectly adorable at church this morning, but I continued tugging at my jacket the entire service---what if the back of it decided to creep up and people saw the fleshy roll? What then?
Here's the thing. In hindsight (ahh, the lovely hindsight--seriously, what a pain in the ass) I wasn't looking at anyone else--is it possible no one was looking at me? When did I become so paranoid about these things; is it beaten into women when they are young? Do we inhale the poor self image concept like candy on Halloween beginning at birth, or does the revolution take place later? I don't consciously remember feeling overly concerned about my appearance until at least fourth grade. (Making exceptions for class pictures, of course.) And I know it was much, much worse in middle school. Middle school girls can often be inhumane--but where do we learn this behavior? Could it be natural selection--survival of the fittest (or the meanest?)
Anyone got an opinion? POST it.
As an added nugget of truth (and in the spirit of honesty) I want you all to know I'm no closer to my goal of losing 10 pounds. Haven't lost an ounce, in fact I think I'm up a pound or two--at least one, probably two. I need to work harder here, but shoot I gave up the candy. :)
Enjoy the remainder of your Sunday!
Becky
1. Down time with no plans.
2. It's warmer.
3. I've made it 5 days with no sweets in sight. Holler. 35 Days remain.
Fleshy.
I hate this word, but I feel like it describes perfectly a few parts of my anatomy.
Here are a few examples, so the rest of you can compare.
1. When the jeans ride too low leaving a muffin top or, even better 'the bulge'. It might not be a complete muffin top, because the waist isn't that tight, but the fleshy bugle emerges and I find myself often poking it. You don't need to say it, I already know it's pathetic.
2. Area right above the bra near the under arm.
3. Pooch. (Need I say more?)
4. Any area of the back while twisting.
Why did I bring this up? Because today, I felt fleshy and I HATED it--there was a little more sag than normal, a little more roll over than expected, and BANG I'm off. Driving the "I've got a terrible self image" train from station to station. The funny thing is, it only took ONE glance in the mirror to set me off. I'm sure I looked perfectly adorable at church this morning, but I continued tugging at my jacket the entire service---what if the back of it decided to creep up and people saw the fleshy roll? What then?
Here's the thing. In hindsight (ahh, the lovely hindsight--seriously, what a pain in the ass) I wasn't looking at anyone else--is it possible no one was looking at me? When did I become so paranoid about these things; is it beaten into women when they are young? Do we inhale the poor self image concept like candy on Halloween beginning at birth, or does the revolution take place later? I don't consciously remember feeling overly concerned about my appearance until at least fourth grade. (Making exceptions for class pictures, of course.) And I know it was much, much worse in middle school. Middle school girls can often be inhumane--but where do we learn this behavior? Could it be natural selection--survival of the fittest (or the meanest?)
Anyone got an opinion? POST it.
As an added nugget of truth (and in the spirit of honesty) I want you all to know I'm no closer to my goal of losing 10 pounds. Haven't lost an ounce, in fact I think I'm up a pound or two--at least one, probably two. I need to work harder here, but shoot I gave up the candy. :)
Enjoy the remainder of your Sunday!
Becky
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I feel pretty, oh so pretty. Celebrate.
Good Things About Today.
1. It's Nick's first full day back at school in two weeks. We had snow, snow, snow, President's Day, snow, and snow to blame.
2. Shaun White and the Half Pipe show were incredible.
3. It's Thursday--that's always good.
So the title to this entry comes from My Fair Lady. I'm sure you all know the movie--Audrey Hepburn is transformed from grammatically challenged Eliza Doolittle into proper speaking, immaculately dressed Eliza. At the beginning of the movie she's down on her luck with little money or social grace---they also try to play down her beauty, but let's face it--we're talking about Audrey Hepburn here--classically beautiful without even trying. I'm sure she would have rocked the "just left the gym and here I am in my sweat pants" look every time. I digress.
Have you ever had an Eliza day? One where you wake up feeling like you could successfully take on the world with one hand tied behind your back? AND you'd look like a million bucks doing it. We've all had a few in our lives, maybe one thing stands out over another: you looked incredible, you dealt with problems so effortlessly, or everything just fell into place. Something was just 'right' with the day--it's one of those times you keep in your pocket, stashing it away for the 'crap is raining down on me' days.
I want all of you to think of your best Eliza day--the one where, for whatever reason, you felt transformed--where you were the one rocking the look, the test, the situation. For some reason, we celebrate these days once, often forgetting to take stock of the beautiful parts of life. Today is the day I want you to take time to remember, and from now on don't allow yourself forget. I also encourage you to post your memory and share it with others.
Here's my Eliza Day.
April 12, 2008 (my brother's birthday) I completed the Commit to Be Fit Half Marathon in Columbus, OH. I ran it in 2 hours 12 minutes and I cried at the finish line. By the finish even walking was painful--I didn't do a good job training, and thus had injuries in both legs when I ran. Regardless, I finished--and the Eliza part of my day was that my two little boys, my husband, and my sister (with her two kids) were all there to support me. Not that they remember now, but my boys saw me cross the finish line. Additionally, my good friend Heather, who ran a half a week later met me at the finish--and she cried too. I was totally elated and felt like nothing could get in my way that day. I felt transformed--invincible (except for the legs.) To top off the perfect day: I ate as much pizza as I possibly could cram in that evening. It rocked.
So--now share. What's yours! Get inspired.
Beck
Oh, and day two of lent and so far so good.
1. It's Nick's first full day back at school in two weeks. We had snow, snow, snow, President's Day, snow, and snow to blame.
2. Shaun White and the Half Pipe show were incredible.
3. It's Thursday--that's always good.
So the title to this entry comes from My Fair Lady. I'm sure you all know the movie--Audrey Hepburn is transformed from grammatically challenged Eliza Doolittle into proper speaking, immaculately dressed Eliza. At the beginning of the movie she's down on her luck with little money or social grace---they also try to play down her beauty, but let's face it--we're talking about Audrey Hepburn here--classically beautiful without even trying. I'm sure she would have rocked the "just left the gym and here I am in my sweat pants" look every time. I digress.
Have you ever had an Eliza day? One where you wake up feeling like you could successfully take on the world with one hand tied behind your back? AND you'd look like a million bucks doing it. We've all had a few in our lives, maybe one thing stands out over another: you looked incredible, you dealt with problems so effortlessly, or everything just fell into place. Something was just 'right' with the day--it's one of those times you keep in your pocket, stashing it away for the 'crap is raining down on me' days.
I want all of you to think of your best Eliza day--the one where, for whatever reason, you felt transformed--where you were the one rocking the look, the test, the situation. For some reason, we celebrate these days once, often forgetting to take stock of the beautiful parts of life. Today is the day I want you to take time to remember, and from now on don't allow yourself forget. I also encourage you to post your memory and share it with others.
Here's my Eliza Day.
April 12, 2008 (my brother's birthday) I completed the Commit to Be Fit Half Marathon in Columbus, OH. I ran it in 2 hours 12 minutes and I cried at the finish line. By the finish even walking was painful--I didn't do a good job training, and thus had injuries in both legs when I ran. Regardless, I finished--and the Eliza part of my day was that my two little boys, my husband, and my sister (with her two kids) were all there to support me. Not that they remember now, but my boys saw me cross the finish line. Additionally, my good friend Heather, who ran a half a week later met me at the finish--and she cried too. I was totally elated and felt like nothing could get in my way that day. I felt transformed--invincible (except for the legs.) To top off the perfect day: I ate as much pizza as I possibly could cram in that evening. It rocked.
So--now share. What's yours! Get inspired.
Beck
Oh, and day two of lent and so far so good.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Goodbye.
Good Things About Today.
1. Bowling with the boys--awesome.
2. Walking the dog in the snow.
3. Canceled nightly activities--now I don't have to miss the MSU game.
Goodbye.
Before you read the following entry please note: I ate a huge cupcake for breakfast, and throughout the day I managed to eat about 100 Reese's Pieces.
Tomorrow morning I'm saying goodbye to sweets--for 40 days. It's one of the two things I'm giving up for Lent. The other, alcohol, isn't nearly as hard for me--I enjoy a beer now and again, and the occasional glass of wine, but for the most part, I won't really miss it. I actually give it up because there are a couple events we attend during Lent that make avoiding it very hard--thus I feel it.
This is the fourth year in a row I've opted out of sweets. The definition of "sweets" gets transformed often--one year only chocolate, another year candy as a whole, one year all junk food (that was totally awful because Ben felt that all chips belonged in this category.) This year the interpretation I'm using is candy. Otherwise known as: chocolate, gummy things, taffy, ice cream (in all forms), cookies, cakes, brownies, pies, donuts, and anything else that might just taste wonderful. The only thing I'm setting aside is brown sugar in my oatmeal or on my pancakes. Otherwise, for the most part, I'm out.
I'm not sure what effect this may have on my writing or if my inner crazy will be forced out. We will all have to wait and see together. :) I'd also like to mention that last year I actually GAINED weight during this time frame--pathetic, right. Honestly, it really is.
Did anyone else think about the challenges? Give something up and do something.
Post a comment and let us all know where you're at with this. Good Luck, God Bless. Have a good evening.
Beck
1. Bowling with the boys--awesome.
2. Walking the dog in the snow.
3. Canceled nightly activities--now I don't have to miss the MSU game.
Goodbye.
Before you read the following entry please note: I ate a huge cupcake for breakfast, and throughout the day I managed to eat about 100 Reese's Pieces.
Tomorrow morning I'm saying goodbye to sweets--for 40 days. It's one of the two things I'm giving up for Lent. The other, alcohol, isn't nearly as hard for me--I enjoy a beer now and again, and the occasional glass of wine, but for the most part, I won't really miss it. I actually give it up because there are a couple events we attend during Lent that make avoiding it very hard--thus I feel it.
This is the fourth year in a row I've opted out of sweets. The definition of "sweets" gets transformed often--one year only chocolate, another year candy as a whole, one year all junk food (that was totally awful because Ben felt that all chips belonged in this category.) This year the interpretation I'm using is candy. Otherwise known as: chocolate, gummy things, taffy, ice cream (in all forms), cookies, cakes, brownies, pies, donuts, and anything else that might just taste wonderful. The only thing I'm setting aside is brown sugar in my oatmeal or on my pancakes. Otherwise, for the most part, I'm out.
I'm not sure what effect this may have on my writing or if my inner crazy will be forced out. We will all have to wait and see together. :) I'd also like to mention that last year I actually GAINED weight during this time frame--pathetic, right. Honestly, it really is.
Did anyone else think about the challenges? Give something up and do something.
Post a comment and let us all know where you're at with this. Good Luck, God Bless. Have a good evening.
Beck
Monday, February 15, 2010
Lent-Give it Up.
Please note--I've added a spot on the far right of the blog for those who have made the written commitment to run this summer. If you told me you wanted to run and I missed you, please let me know! The list is getting longer--who will be next?
Good Things About Today:
1. Good 5 miles.
2. Snow, again, but Ben is home to shovel!
3. Olympics+DVR=Heaven
Today, let's talk a little about Lent.
Right off the bat, I'm going to assume you all know what Lent is...if you don't a quick trip to Wikipedia will help.
Growing up Lent wasn't really an integral part of my Easter experience. I routinely scoffed at you Catholics (Wendy, Ang and Jole) who talked about giving something up. My overall immaturity gave way to a snicker here or there about kneeling and praying with beads. Little did I know that God had a very significant plan for my life that was going to upend my Catholic stereotyping.
At 24 I found myself teaching seventh grade in a Catholic school. As a practicing Christian (Yes, Becky, Catholics are Christians too.), I wanted to make sure I didn't lose myself and my beliefs after being submerged in what I believed to be Catholic mumbo-jumbo. Well thank goodness for that, right?
Who knew how incredibly wrong I could be...(I'm sure several of you did, but please refrain from chiming in here.) After being exposed to my students and their parents during those first couple of months I began to more clearly understand the intricate practices and rituals which were part of a Catholic's faith. It's that 'PART' word that is the important one---I failed to recognize (because I was immature and arrogant about my own faith)--Catholics are not simply their practices--their faith was just as solid as my own, and in many cases even more so. The realization brought be down a few pegs, and helped me to understand how much I could benefit for watching, listening, and even trying some of the things I'd once criticized. Thus: Giving up something for Lent.
Now you understand how I got where I am today---it's time to think about what (if anything) you'll be giving up on Wednesday. And here's my challenge to you all:
Don't simply give something up, also promise yourself you'll DO one thing everyday. My goal is to mail 7 letters each week to people who have made a difference in my life. Corny, I know but I think this is a good way to thank the people who have helped me get where I am today.
So there's your challenge--it's a two parter. 1. Give something up (and make it worth it) 2. Choose one thing to DO every day.
Tomorrow we will delve into what I'm giving up.
Also, remember if you want to run, let me know!
God Bless.
Becky
Good Things About Today:
1. Good 5 miles.
2. Snow, again, but Ben is home to shovel!
3. Olympics+DVR=Heaven
Today, let's talk a little about Lent.
Right off the bat, I'm going to assume you all know what Lent is...if you don't a quick trip to Wikipedia will help.
Growing up Lent wasn't really an integral part of my Easter experience. I routinely scoffed at you Catholics (Wendy, Ang and Jole) who talked about giving something up. My overall immaturity gave way to a snicker here or there about kneeling and praying with beads. Little did I know that God had a very significant plan for my life that was going to upend my Catholic stereotyping.
At 24 I found myself teaching seventh grade in a Catholic school. As a practicing Christian (Yes, Becky, Catholics are Christians too.), I wanted to make sure I didn't lose myself and my beliefs after being submerged in what I believed to be Catholic mumbo-jumbo. Well thank goodness for that, right?
Who knew how incredibly wrong I could be...(I'm sure several of you did, but please refrain from chiming in here.) After being exposed to my students and their parents during those first couple of months I began to more clearly understand the intricate practices and rituals which were part of a Catholic's faith. It's that 'PART' word that is the important one---I failed to recognize (because I was immature and arrogant about my own faith)--Catholics are not simply their practices--their faith was just as solid as my own, and in many cases even more so. The realization brought be down a few pegs, and helped me to understand how much I could benefit for watching, listening, and even trying some of the things I'd once criticized. Thus: Giving up something for Lent.
Now you understand how I got where I am today---it's time to think about what (if anything) you'll be giving up on Wednesday. And here's my challenge to you all:
Don't simply give something up, also promise yourself you'll DO one thing everyday. My goal is to mail 7 letters each week to people who have made a difference in my life. Corny, I know but I think this is a good way to thank the people who have helped me get where I am today.
So there's your challenge--it's a two parter. 1. Give something up (and make it worth it) 2. Choose one thing to DO every day.
Tomorrow we will delve into what I'm giving up.
Also, remember if you want to run, let me know!
God Bless.
Becky
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