Monday, July 29, 2013

41 days...

Time is ticking away...41 days until the Chicago Half Marathon!

Training is slow, but I'm working on it. I'm still babying this ol' knee of mine, but I will make it. 

I decided to do a bake sale to help boost my fundraising efforts. Of course, due to the nature of the cookies, I had to limit it to my local area only. To date, I have made 6 dozen chocolate chip cookies and 3 dozen cinnamon raisin cookies. A quick shout out to those who have supported my bake sale: Julie, Kim, Kimmie, Juan, Candace, and Enid! Thank you so much! If you're wondering what kind of cookies, they are based on the Giant Vanilla Bean Chocolate Chunk Cookie by paleOMG.com. I use Enjoy Life Mini Chocolate Chips instead of the chunks in the chocolate chip cookies. For the cinnamon raisin, I use almond butter instead of sunflower seed butter, raisins instead of chocolate chips and add a little extra cinnamon. I like to think of it as a pseudo-oatmeal raisin cookie.

In case any of my local peeps are reading this, you have until August 3rd to request cookies...

In other news, I managed to go to Texas Roadhouse and not eat one of their rolls that they bring out when they sit you at the table. Gasp! I know, I don't know how I did it either. I had just had a cheat meal two nights earlier, so I guess the bread craving just wasn't there. At any rate, I was very pleased with myself. It was probably due to the fact I was explaining my eating habits to my friend that I was having dinner with, as I had yet to eat a meal with said friend. You can't really say "I eat Paleo" and then pick up a grain based roll and slather it with cinnamon sugar butter, can you? I try to eat clean/Paleo, whatever you want to call it, 80-90% of the time, but once a week I still feel I need a treat. If I allow myself more than one treat/cheat meal a week, I fall off the wagon and it is ugly. I have such a love-hate relationship with food. One day at a time... Wondering what I did eat for dinner? I had the 6 oz sirloin-medium rare, with steamed vegetables and a plain sweet potato. YUM!

Also, special thanks to my friends and family for your generous contributions! Hugs and love to you all!

Before I really start rambling about nothing, I will close for today. Thanks for reading!   

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Why I run...

It was asked on our Facebook team running page to post: why do you run?

Initially, I decided to run the half-marathon because my coach was running it, and I have wanted to run a half for a long time. But then, as the days went by, more reasons came to me as to why I run and why this organization means more to me than I would have ever thought.

As I reflect on those who have been part of my life, I realize that I know more people who have adopted or are going to adopt a child than I would have thought. Several people I went to high school with have adopted, I don't know the situations, or if any of the children have "special needs", only that they have been able to provide a loving home to a child that needed one. One of my friends from high school is in the process of adopting. She has a very special story of loss and love. You can read about her story here. Of course, my CrossFit coach and her husband (also my CrossFit coach) have one adopted child and are working on bringing home twin boys. I also know someone who has adopted an HIV+ child, whose virus load is now undetectable. Yeah! :)

I look back on my childhood and while it wasn't perfect, I had parents that loved me. I had two sisters that loved me, even if we didn't live in the same household. Had it not been for my family, I wouldn't be where I am today. I cannot imagine living life in an orphanage or foster care. If I cannot provide a home to a child needing one, the least I can do is support an organization that supports adoption.

So, why do I run? I run for my health, to see just how far I can push my limits, to check off a bucket list item, and to raise awareness for Project HOPEFUL, because all children, no matter their HIV status, or other health issues, should have a family to call their own.