Fast Running Mommy

I'm such a baby. I started out feeling fresh and then got tired towards the end. When the watch said 5 miles I made Amanda walk with me the rest of the 100 meters to the house. 

Jacob is still restless at night and that wore me out a bit. I'm determined to not take a nap however today.I've needed to nap for almost a week and a half now between the two boys being sick for so long. 

Jacob was restless again last night. Sasha saved me by putting him to sleep twice after I had already put him down about 4 times......

Run went okay. I got tired the last mile or so. Having a training partner really helps on days like these. I can just talk and almost forget that I'm running.  

50:08...recovering from the race and felt pretty much back to normal today.

Funny story for the day. We took Joseph(our 2 year old) to see Santa Claus at the mall. He said, 'I want to sit on the bunny's lap"  After sitting on the grandpa's lap and telling him all his christmas wishes, Joseph's eyes were opened. Matter of factly he stated later in the day, "Santa Claus is not a bunny."

Happy Anniversary to me and Sasha!! 11 years, 5 kids and one really really cool fast running blog. Things are going great. 

5.12 in 50:01. Amanda and I have decided that most days we need to be going sub 10 because it just feels better.

Tribute to my husband in honor of our anniversary.

Sasha and I met 15 years ago in Moscow, Russia. When I first met him I was utterly convinced that he was an American and simply would not believe him when he told me in perfect English that he was indeed Russian through and through. Our friendship progressed as I lived there with my family for two more years. I was very impressed with him after getting to know him while he tutored me in math for a few months. He came almost every day and saved me from failing Trigonometry. I remember thinking one day....and the thought came as a sudden bubble in my mind...almost involuntary. "I could marry this guy someday" He left for BYU and I stayed in Russia, we wrote letters and that is when the relationship blossomed. I actually had sworn to myself to never marry a Russian and many of our ex-pat friends frowned on our friendship.

He left for his mission and I came to BYU. We wrote again but this time I wasn't interested. I was in a flirters heaven and I think I dated more than any other girl(except one) that I knew. The other girl went on Monday dates which I abstained from since I was in charge of my family home evening group in my ward and had to obviously be at the meetings.

I nearly missed my chance to marry Sasha...I fell in love with someone else and almost marrried him. After breaking that off I started thinking about what I was going to do with my life and Sasha came back into my mind. He was on a mission in Salt Lake and I had moved to Salt Lake so we weren't allowed to write eachother. I couldn't talk to him so I continued to be distracted by other boys.

When Sasha came back from his mission, distracted as I was, I somehow knew deep down that he was the one for me. When had never even held hands before so I actually just wanted to know if I was...well attracted. As soon as I saw him I knew and he proposed to me after being together an hour....I didn't say yes right away..it's not that fairy tale of a story.

I guess the tribute part comes in that he is the most honest, hardworking, wonderful man..yes of course we've been at eachother's throats sometimes but really as we mature and try to just be unselfish and more Christlike we have a great marriage and I am really thankful for him.   Love ya honey.  

I'm in Salt Lake at my sister's house. I had about 5 million things to pack and brought everyone's toothbrushes and everything else but my running shoes. I wasn't sure that I'd be here the whole day but plans changed and I'm staying over night. I think my body will enjoy the rest but it feels weird after running so consistently. Sasha and I had a wonderful day on our anniversary. We had some adventures...meeting famous people, seeing people pass out and having someone mistake me for someone else...again. It's happened my whole life but it has happened the last three times we've gone out together without the kids in a row. People don't seem to say anything to me when I have the kids because they are usually looking at the kids I guess.

The first time it happened in this sucession of three I came up with a fabulous comeback. The guy says, "Is your name Sally?" I said, "No, but I'm sure she is beautiful..." Sasha was so surprised that I had the daring to say this to a stranger...maybe because I caught the guy off guard with my sharp wit. I don't know. Anyway...it was fun and I'm sure I have many chances to use that line again and again because...I have one of those faces. :)

I'm not sure on this as I was running in about 6 inches of snow up at my sister's house and had no watch with me...just ran until it felt like I'd been gone about 20 minutes and then ran another 10  with the kids (we timed that one). I think I should get at least 50 commando points for running in the snow with my three little kids all by myself. Sasha  was in Tennessee.