THE TWO-TIERED BIRTHDAY CAKE

20FE90C2-A749-4FF5-BCC4-0BAB72C7C6D113B9A0D9-B139-43D9-89F0-D37808BAB226On Fathers Day we were lucky enough to have both children home for a few hours. During their visit, my upcoming birthday came up. I began talking about my plans for the party-date, time, food, cake, color theme, etc. They both listened attentively because even though I was making the plans, they know they, along with their dad, will be implementing them! When I mentioned a “two-tiered cake,” my daughter looked at me and said, “You’re having a two-tiered cake?” Immediately I started getting a bit defensive and explaining that it was only going to be a small two-tired cake, surrounded by cupcakes. Sensing my defensiveness she immediately explained that it wasn’t so long ago that I would not have even thought of having such a cake. She went on to explain that I am much happier and more confident now. I have to admit that I got a little bit teary, but I am so grateful that she has recognized the transformation that my life has taken over the years.

My childhood left me with a lot of negative feelings about myself and an eventual diagnosis of PTSD. I have been very fortunate though. Each time I felt that I just could not go on, someone came along, gave me hope and let me know that I had value. Many times it was a teacher, other times it was the parent of a friend. As I got older many of these special people became dear friends and others only stayed for a short time. The best of these people was a boy I met in college who eventually became my boyfriend and then my husband. I am still not sure that he really knew what he was getting into all those yeas ago, but I am so grateful he took a chance on me!

My transformation to happy and confident did not happen overnight. It happened because each of these people took the time to build me up when I most needed it. I have no doubt that without these people I would not be here today. And I don’t just mean here, living this wonderful life. I mean here on this earth.

Sorry if this is a bit rambling, but my point is that we are all worthy of a two-tiered birthday cake! If there are voices around you that are making you feel differently, shut them off and move towards the light and the sound of those who are singing your praises and building you up!

DETAILS

Yesterday I did my first run of my new training cycle. My plan was to do six miles-5 miles with negative splits(getting progressively faster each mile) followed by a one mile cool down. When I wrote up my twelve week training plan I spent a lot of time on it. I wrote down every run I plan to do and what I hoped to achieve with each run. The problem is that I looked at the big picture, but I didn’t spend much time on what I needed to do to achieve my goals for each individual run. This lack of attention to detail resulted in a run that did not go as planned.

As is so often the case, running is often a metaphor for life, and this particular instance is no different. Too often we look at the big plan, but we forget the little details along the way that will help us actually achieve our goal. When you have a big goal, you know you need to break it up into smaller goals, but sometimes we lose sight of what it is going to take to achieve each of those mini goals that will eventually lead to our success. If success in some aspect of your life is alluding you, maybe it’s time to get down to the nitty gritty and spend some time concentrating on the smaller details.

That’s my plan and I am hoping a little more attention to detail will help my next run go much better!0753F8CF-E3B8-4771-88A1-D3AF7C2F8056

My Story-Updated

I often get asked how I got started running, so I thought I’d share my story.

Technically, my running journey began in the late ’80s at Benton Jr./Sr. High School. Every spring, my best friend Jill would decide to run the 5K that was part of our annual field day. Each year we confidently declared that we were going to train for it… and each year, that never happened. We would line up anyway and spend most of the race jogging just ahead of the truck that followed behind to pick up the stragglers.

We always finished—but we paid for it. For the better part of a week afterward, we’d walk around sore and wondering why we had done that to ourselves. Back then, running was something you survived, not something you loved.

Fast forward to the spring of 2002. I had been doing Weight Watchers for nearly nine months but couldn’t lose the last five pounds to reach my goal. After yet another frustrating weigh-in, I went home determined to try something different. I decided to start running.

The path near my house was marked in tenths of a mile, so I ran one-tenth of a mile… and then walked until I could breathe again. I repeated that over and over. Slowly, I built up the distance until I could run the full 1.5-mile loop without walking. Then I kept going. Before long, I was regularly running as much as ten miles at a time.

Eventually, injury and surgery sidelined me, and I stepped away from running for a few years.

In 2011, as I faced the reality of an empty nest, I realized I needed something that was just mine. I returned to running and signed up for a 5K on January 1, 2012—my first official race. For a while, I ran mostly on my own. Then in September of 2012, I joined a local training program.

That decision changed my life.

I found a community of supportive, motivating people who challenged me and helped me believe I was capable of more than I ever imagined. In 2014, I earned my RRCA coaching certification, and for nearly 12 years now, I’ve had the privilege of coaching the very training program that once shaped me.

Since joining that group, I’ve run over 200 races, including nine marathons. I’ve run through different seasons of life—through injuries, setbacks, menopause, celebrations, disappointments, and now as a grandmother (Ree). Running has grown with me. It has met me in every chapter.

What started as an attempt to lose five stubborn pounds became so much more. Running gave me confidence when I needed it, community when I was searching for connection, and purpose when I wasn’t sure what came next.

Running hasn’t just changed my life—it’s helped me build a life I’m proud to model for my children and grandchildren.

And the best part? I’m still not done.