Honey Badger Mom

Category: Rants/Rumination

  • Why I’m Not Really a Runner

    Why I’m Not Really a Runner

    I hear it a lot.

    People counseling each other not to compare. Not to worry about being good enough.

    “If you run, you’re a runner.”

    OK, well, I run. And it’s frustrating, because I really have not grown to love running, have never felt that “runner’s high.”

    My brother told me that I was looking for something more dramatic than it is. “You know, that feeling you get sometimes when you feel like you could keep going forever.”

    Yeah, I’ve never had that either.

    I don’t hate every run, but I do feel that I fight for every mile. I like stopping.

    I like what running does for my body. I like being a good example for my kids. I like feeling faster, stronger.

    And lately, that’s the real issue. I’m as slow as I’ve ever been, as slow as when I first started after years of inactivity. It seems like all the work I’ve been doing for the last 18 months was for nothing.

    Wait, don’t pounce yet. Hear me out.

     

    postrun

    Love this photo. Postrun and I look miserable.

     

    I read recently— it kills me that I can’t find the article to link to— that you have to be careful not to cross an imaginary line when you start training for a triathlon. For most runners, the swim will be the weak point. I bitch and moan every week in swim class because my legs sink in the water and throw off my plane; my instructors tell me that’s normal for runners. Different muscles, legs are more dense than your top.

    The article warned against putting in too many training hours to perfect your swimming technique, against crossing that imaginary line. From runner to triathlete. From crosstraining to something more.

    Because if you’re primarily a runner, if you want running to be your strongest point, you should be running.

    Makes sense, right? If you’re a runner, you run. You find the time. You train with running in mind. You swim to be a better runner, as opposed to taking time from your running to be a better swimmer.

    Priorities.

    I’ve given it some thought and I don’t think I’m willing to give all those hours to running after all.

    I’ll still run.

    I’ll still plan to do a half in the fall, and some shorter races beforehand. But I’ll just be running. Not racing. Not obsessing over numbers. Not beating myself up for not improving in some quantifiable way.

    I’m letting the times go, just focusing on the miles.

    But I’m loving trying new classes too much to let them all go. I love my yoga. I love finding time to do physical activities with my kids. And I’ll admit, I love seeing improvement week after week in swim class.

    Priorities.

    I’m prioritizing enjoying my fitness activities, and trusting that will yield the best results. Science is totally backing me up on this.

     

    crosstraining

    I love awkward photos.

    crossfit riverfront

    I love snuggling with puppies and Instagramming disgustingly sweaty pics post-RivFit.

     

     

    A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

    —Robert Heinlein

     

    Specialization is for insects. And for specialists, I suppose.

    But right now it’s not for me. Right now I’m all about being well-rounded, about being flexible, about having fun with my fitness, about trying new things, about enjoying being a jack of all trades and master of none. I think it’s my best way to model a healthy lifestyle for my kids.

    The fitness world loves to say #NoExcuses, and maybe I am just making excuses.

    I’m saying, well, I guess I’m saying #SometimesExcuses.

    And if anyone wants to judge me for that, well. 🙂

    Honey Badger Mom don’t care.

     

     

     

  • Old School Blogging

    Old School Blogging

    I’ve been blogging in one form or another for years now. My first 2 attempts at blogs no longer exist on the internets or were absorbed into later sites as my writing and interests have changes and evolved. Back in the day you’d see a lot of these “answer the question” type posts floating around— you’d get tagged by another blogger, you’d reveal a little something about you, and you’d pass it on by tagging other folks. I saw this alphabet one on Christine’s blog love life surf recently and was hit by nostalgia and the urge to overshare. She didn’t tag me, but I’m gonna answer the questions anyway because it seemed like fun and because I’m pushy that way 🙂

     

    wedding

     Jake photobomb FTW

    A. Attached or single? Jeff and I will have been married 14 years on June 26th. And we haven’t killed each other yet.

    B. Best friend? I have three. This upsets people who say you can’t have more than one best friend, but as I grow older my circle of friends grows ever smaller and these three have earned special distinction.

    1. Danielle— my BFF from freshman year of high school, who I rarely see in real life. Thanks to the internet, we work and play together and I “talk” to her more than anyone else. My biggest cheerleader.
    2. Kristin— my forever friend, who has always been there for me and my kids, and has always been the most generous and authentic, charismatic and fun person I know. Kristin was the one who made me break out of my shell of crippling shyness in high school, simply because she does not know how to walk into a room and befriend everyone in it.
    3. Cammy— my college roommate and later housemate, who is that friend you can go a year without seeing and then just pick back up with seamlessly, because you carry a piece of them always in your heart.

     

    friends

    busting out the really attractive photos of us. JK, they were the most handy to lift off FB

     

    C. Cake or pie? I’m not a real fan of either, I’ve lost my sweet tooth in my old age. I vote cheesecake (though it’s not a real cake) or key lime pie (which is really only technically a pie).

    D. Day of choice? I live for Saturday mornings when I can sleep in, Saturday afternoons when I can tinker online and go for a leisurely run, Saturday nights when I can kick back with a Blue Moon and my current TV obsession (Doctor Who and Sherlock being the most recent and intense ones).

    E. Essential item? iPhone. Camera, internet, notepad all in one, I don’t know how I lived without it. I hear tell it works as a voice communication device too, but I don’t use it for that.

    F. Favorite color? Silver but my wardrobe is almost entirely black and grey.

    G. Gummy bears or worms? I don’t do gummy unless it’s Swedish fish or Sour Patch Kids.

    H. Home town? Wilmington DE, a place to be somebody. Or as I always called it, “So Close to Where You’d Rather be.”

    I. Favorite Indulgence? Statement shoes. I have… many. Some aren’t even realistically wearable, strictly speaking, I just sit them on shelves like art.

     

    doc marten stiletto knee high

     

    J. January or July? July. I spend the whole winter waiting for it to be over.

    K. Kids? Maybe this happens to everybody, but kid strangers really like to talk to me. Every time I go to the pool or playground there’s some kid showing me what tricks they can do or telling me about their dog or whatever. I love that and I hope it never stops. My own kids— Jake, 15; Maverick, 12; Cassidy, 8— think that’s weird.

    L. Life isn’t complete without? A sense of wonder and everyday laughter.

    M. Marriage date? June 26 1999

    N. Number of brothers/sisters? 2 half brothers in Vietnam I’ve never met. One half sister who died before my mother met my father. My brother Robbie is 7 years younger than me, which means he turned 30 this year, which means I suddenly feel very old.

    O. Oranges or apples? I’m in love with trying different varieties of apples and we tend to pick enough to feed a small army at our local orchard. My favorites right now are Honeycrisp, Pink Lady and Orange Honey.

     

    apples

     

     

    P. Phobias? I’ve been knocking these down my whole life. Public speaking— love it now. Driving— I had to deal once the kids were in school. Agoraphobia— not only am I comfortable leaving the house, but I’ve now flown to Colorado on my own and driven someone else’s car to Atlanta. Next week I’m taking the train and finding my way to CES in NYC (I still won’t drive in NYC). Water— I can swim now, I can tread in deep water, I’m training toward a sprint tri in 2014 and hoping to dive and see the reefs in Fiji sometime soon thereafter. The best way to combat a phobia is just to face it head-on. That said, I’m still not down with swarms of insects, particularly small ones like fleas, ants or maggots, but I doubt anyone will fault me for that.

    Q: Quotes? My addiction. I have dozens of notebooks and thousands of index cards with quotes written on them, from books and movies and late night conversations with friends. My favorites come from Henry David Thoreau, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Rainer Marie Rilke, Coco Chanel and Bob Dylan. My next tattoo will be Thoreau’s “Be and not seem” but I haven’t decided on placement yet.

    R: Reasons to smile? Because I’m still here. Because I can. Why not? There’s always a reason to smile, and even if you’re not feeling it, studies show smiling will help you to feel better. But here’s a reason to smile right this second:

     

    giddy up

     

    S. Season of choice? Late spring/early summer (after the rains, basically). “Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.” -Rilke

    T. Tag 5 people. No. But feel free to do this if you’re so inclined. I do like to read them, I just don’t want to make you feel guilty if you don’t want to write it out.

    U. Unknown fact about me? I say “dang” a lot on the internet, if you’re friends with me anywhere you already know that. What you don’t know is that I say it in David Spade’s voice from Joe Dirt.

    V. Vegetable? I try to eat with the seasons. Right now that means asparagus, early peas and corn, and garlic scapes.

    W. Worst habit? Procrastination/perfectionism. They go hand in hand; waiting until I have time to do it all at once or “do it right.” There’s never enough time. I’m trying to adjust to doing what I can now and not letting the perfect be the enemy of the good.

    X. X-ray or ultrasound? This is a weird question. X-ray. I have tons of animal x-rays that Jeff and I have never figured out how to display, but we’re not willing to part with, and every so often someone comes across them and I have no good answers to their questions.

    Y. Your favorite food? Capriotti’s cheesesteak or cheese fondue at The Melting Pot.

    Z. Zodiac sign? Libra. The sign of balance and justice. As a 1976 baby, I’m a Fire Dragon in the Chinese Zodiac: a double dragon, twice the passion, twice the influence. Also twice the mistakes…

     

    If you do an Old School A-Z leave me a link in the comments so I can see!

     

  • On Why Strong is Not the New Sexy

    On Why Strong is Not the New Sexy

     

     

     

     

     

    For the love of everything that’s holy, stop saying things are the new sexy.

    No really. I mean it.

    You know how Justin Timberlake brought sexy back?

    I’d pay him two turntables and a microphone to take that shit back where he found it.

     

     

    strong is not the new sexy

     

     

    It’s become a common thing lately to say things are the new sexy.

     

    Strong is the new sexy.

    Smart is the new sexy.

    Confident is the new sexy.

     

    Um, NO. Words matter. Distinctions matter.

    They matter in the way we judge ourselves and the message we impart to our daughters.

    There is a difference, and I’ll tell you what that difference is.

     

    By definition, sexy means attractive, appealing, arousing sexual desire or interest.

     

    Strong, smart, confident, generous, adventurous:

    these are states of being.

     

    You ARE strong if your body or spirit is capable of great burden.

    You ARE smart if you can decipher or analyze.

    You ARE confident if you believe in yourself, even when circumstance beckons you not to.

    These are qualities of being. They are ends in themselves.

     

    Sexy is a state of appearing. It is a byproduct.

     

    Sexy is by definition a PERCEPTION of your physical and hormonal allure to another person.

    It is, and please excuse my language, a measure of how f*ckable you are.

     

    I don’t give a rat’s ass how f*ckable I appear to anyone.

     

    I want to BE strong. I want to BE smart. I want to BE confident and independent and courageous.

    In all things I strive to BE and not SEEM.

    You play a dangerous game when you confuse what you ARE and what you APPEAR TO BE.
    SO. Please.

     

    Aim to BE so many things.

     

    Just stop calling them the new sexy.

    That demeans them. And you.

     

     

    *For the record, I love the MAC ad pictured and its implication of strong as beautiful. It is the cheapening of that message that I resent.*