Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Your Color

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Your Color

I’ve been thinking a lot about words and colors and singular things that define me. It all started when we decided to jump on the “one word” for 2013 bandwagon. You can see our words here.

But then I was wondering what my color would be… turns out it’s easier than I thought.

So that brought me today’s (totally and completely optional) prompt.

Today’s (optional) prompt: What color defines you?

Your five minutes starts now…

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Periwinkle blue. Baby blue. Purpleish blue. Blueish purple.

Charlie blue.


That’s what we call the color. It’s the color that reminds us of Charlie.

But it’s also the color that I identify with as my soul’s color. I feel like it exudes calm and peacefulness.

It’s a spring color which reminds me of rebirth and newness. But it’s also versatile enough to go with fall colors like browns and dark greens. It’s a color that lends a special little “pop” to whatever it’s with.

I feel like that is how I am. I’m a versatile girl who tends to lend a little spark to just about any situation. I can find the funny in the not-funny, the good behind the bad, and the extradordinary in the everyday situations.

How about you? What’s your color?


This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.



Tomorrow will be exactly SEVEN months since I woke up and decided to try my hand at Couch to 5k. I had spent months fighting pain and swelling in my joints, especially my knees and ankles. At one point it was so bad, my rheumatologist gave me some super duper diuretics and I lost 9 pounds of fluid from my body, mostly my lower legs.

I was tired of being fat and winded and quite frankly, jealous of those people running down Peachtree as we drove down to eat a greasy breakfast on Saturday mornings.

The one goal I set at that moment was to go for a jog in Central Park during BlogHer. There seemed to be something magical about jogging around one of the most beautiful parks in the world, in the city that is my Happy Place.

A Twitter friend, Kelly, agreed to get up early on a kid-free morning to jog with a VERY slow me in Central Park. We ended up walking most of it because it was hot, I was swelling already, and it’s hard to talk and run at the same time!


Somehow I got talked into running a half marathon. I think that can be defined as the moment I officially lost my mind.

I’m running the Disney Princess Half Marathon in February. I’ll be running 13.1 miles in memory of my baby boy who would be ten this year. I’m running in memory of and in honor of the children and families who have made the Ronald McDonald House of Central Georgia their Home Away From Home. I’m running, as my friend Shoshana said, “for the life I am living, and for the life I am living for.”

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Couch to 5k took a lot longer than it should have. About 4 months, actually, when it should have taken like 10 weeks. Arthritis is a bitch, but I was destined to finish it and run my first 5k.

My first 5k was in October, and I was lucky enough to have Sharon, a mom of a kiddo in Henry’s Scout Den, offer to run with me. Bless her heart, she’s run like nine billion half marathons and can run like 9 minute miles and she ran slooooow and walked and finished a 5k in just under 50 minutes with me. Just so I didn’t have to do it alone.

I threw up after this race and thought I would surely die. I thought I was done and couldn’t foresee being able to do this again EVER.



But then November brought the 5k celebrating the Ronald McDonald House’s tenth anniversary… I ran with friends, family, and now Teammates! It was a non-hilly course that was ULTRA hilly. Hurt, but I finished. And then the kid clocked a 9 minute mile in the fun run! Showoff!


Me, Karen, Amy — Team Charlie’s Angels

I’m so glad to have these girls by my side. They’re faster than me, but they’re not letting me quit. They’re running the Disney Princess Half with me on Team Charlie’s Angels.

And I’m so grateful to have Sharon here locally who pushes me along… even when we’re donning jingle bells in Dunwoody for the Jingle Jog!



I’m slow and I hate every single second of this process. But by God, I’m doing it.

Today, almost exactly 7 months after I started, I ran a whole SEVEN MILES*.


That’s a little more than a 10k.

It’s a little less than the 15k I’ll run next Sunday.

It’s a little more than half of the half marathon I’ll run in 47 days.

I’m almost halfway to my fundraising goal of $2500 for the Ronald McDonald House in memory of my Charlie. When I run in February, I’ll be running for my sons, both living on Earth and living in Heaven. And I’ll be running for you. For all of you who have “liked” my statuses, who have said “way to go,” and who have pushed me along the way.

After February 24, I may never run again, but I can promise you one thing. I’ll cry when I cross that finish line, and not just because I met my goal dressed like Princess Leia but also because the next day I can start Vikki’s new program, Couch to Cappuccino*.

My legs don’t swell anymore, I’ve dropped 4 pants sizes, my arthritis still bothers me but the pain is managed, and the best part?

I feel amazing! 

So here’s to the rest of the training. And for all of you who have resolved to start Couch to 5k, I say go for it. Follow the plan and take your time. You’ll rock it!


* Full disclaimer – I run 4 minutes, walk 1 minute. I don’t run the whole time.

* Couch to Cappuccino needs to happen.

Hello there, 2013!

Hello there, 2013!

Hey y’all! HAPPY NEW YEAR!

My Facebook feed and Twitter feed are filled with resolutions, revolutions, and promises to change for the new year. People are planning to lose weight, be more assertive, be healthier, save more money… all the usual suspects.

Then I’m seeing a “one word for 2013″ trend. This I like. A lot, actually.

The three of us sat down last night and have chosen our words. I won’t tell you who chose which word, but you can probably figure it out!

2013 words

Today begins a fresh year, brimming with possibility. New calendars and new files in the drawer at work. The tree is down and the fridge is cleaned out at home. All the laundry is clean and the toilets will be cleaned this afternoon.


2012 was exciting. There were amazing things that happened to me and my family.

January: I decided on a new motto.

February: Henry went on a date.

March: I wrote this post that took about 5 minutes to put together as part of my friend Erin’s series, “Show Me Your Roots.”

April: We camped in the rain.

May: I earned a place in the Mother Hall of Fame when I carved a watermelon like the Death Star.

June: We went to St. Simons, I stalked Jim Cantore, I was chosen as a BlogHer Voices of the Year honoree. I also decided to start running and got talked into running a half marathon.

July: Fadra handed over Stream of Consciousness Sunday to me.

August: I danced with The Rockettes. I also went back to work for the first time in 8 years.

September: Henry got to go to DragonCon (even though he passed out and totally didn’t see the whole part we went for) and he got a dog.

October: NonCon. Enough said.

November: I took a picture. And it haunts me still (in a good way).

December: My boys (especially the small one) make me smile almost daily. Especially when they buy me finger monkeys!


2013 is going to be a good year. If it absolutely kills me, it will be amazing! I’m not making resolutions (as such) but there are things I plan to do this year. Most aren’t any different than things I strive to do on a daily basis, though.

I will run a 15k in January.

I will run a half marathon (13.1 miles) in February.

I will strive to be graceful and gracious and someone who lives and loves with every ounce of her being. 

I will be proud of surviving for an entire decade without my Charlie and for helping saves lives because he lived (and died).

I will write from my heart. Maybe not every day or even every week, but I will write.

I will teach my son to be a gentleman and continue to allow him to be the amazing little soul he is.

I will strive to be the best wife and mom I can.

I will work hard and try to always “do unto others as I would have them do unto me.”

And in the words of my sweet friend Robin, I will “Be Love and Spread Love.”


Have a beautiful 2013, friends. It’s going to be a great one!

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