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2011-02-17T17:27:00.000-08:00

2011-02-17T17:15:00.000-08:00

I am sorry blog that I have ignored you for so long. I suppose that I really can't find much interesting to write. My life is very predictable and mundane. Wake up, shuttle kids to school, try and clean the house, run, pick up kids, dinner and then bed. Sigh.
I think I need a hobby.
And here is me standing by a massive snow pile looking like a dork. Random, I know.

The kids

2010-06-04T15:37:00.001-07:00

2010 373
Originally uploaded by adrianakatryna

10, 6 and 4.

2010-06-04T15:26:00.000-07:00

Starting again

2010-05-17T05:56:00.000-07:00

So it has been awhile since I have written anything here, but in an effort to start anew with running, I will start too, with writing. The last time I actually laced up my running shoes and ran was January 1st. Henry and I did the First Run 5K. I did pathetically and with the weather being miserable and starting classes, I stopped running completely. Henry on the other hand has been going like gangbusters. He has continued running, a lot. He ran his first marathon yesterday and did awesome. His time was 3:21:13 or something like that. He came in 31st in his age group and 101st out of 800 or more total runners. I never knew he was so fast. The only downside was that he did not get the time needed for the Boston Marathon. He was 13 seconds shy of qualifying. I am very sad for him, although 13 seconds is not going to be hard to make up at all, so his next marathon will be it. He is already planning.

So all his success has inspired me again to dust of the old shoes and start up again. I have no excuses.

Thanksgiving 2009

2009-11-27T05:45:00.000-08:00

Today was my first race, The Whitin five mile. I completed the race in 52 minutes (not sure yet about the seconds). I ran the entire thing, well jogged and sometimes barely jogged, but I did it! I am proud of myself, since I am not stick to it type of girl. Now I am going to train for my 10K as well as hopefully pick up some speed. Next year, I would love to run the Thanksgiving race in under 50 minutes. I also want to be able to run a half marathon, too. I am really starting to like all this running.

I am going to go out tomorrow and run about three miles as fast as I can. It would be nice to be able to do under a ten minute mile, although not likely yet.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

2009-11-15T10:33:00.000-08:00

Today, I ran 2.83 in 30:15. I have to admit that today was not a good run. I felt tired and wanted to go home. After I passed a mile, I got easier, but I never felt as good as Friday's run.

Henry had his second half marathon today< the Chilly Half in Newton. He did exceptionally well. He ran his race in 1:41:05. He came in 80th out of 655 that finished. He came in 23rd in his age range. He did awesome, I am so proud of him!

Friday November 13, 2009

2009-11-13T13:42:00.000-08:00

Today I did my big run. I ran 4.76 miles and my time was 56:21. I planned it so that my last mile would be this ass-kicking hill. I am proud to say that hill did not kick my ass. I was able to run up it, slowly, but conquered it I did.

I think I might be set for my five mile run. I am feeling more confident everyday.

Slick Pimp

2009-11-10T10:10:00.000-08:00

Slick Pimp

I promise this is the last one, I swear. I love the coat, I actually have the same one in black. I look nowhere even as close to awesome as this guy does.

Pack Leader

2009-11-10T08:53:00.000-08:00

Pack Leader

I have been laughing at this picture for around five minutes now. Maybe it might be due to a lack of sleep and coffee, but I love this. The owner of that bike is awesome.

But I digress....
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I ran only 2 miles today. I really did not feel like going the three I was supposed to do today. I will see if I can do another 2 miles tomorrow. I really need to get my weekly mileage up, as well as my time. My time today was around 22 minutes for 2.08 miles.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

2009-11-07T14:23:00.000-08:00

Today was my long run. I did four miles, with a warm up of a half a mile. I feel pretty confident that I will be able to accomplish the five that I need to meet on Thanksgiving. Now that hard part will be increasing my speed. Yikes. I did my run today in around 50 minutes. Not to good. I really was hoping that I would be under that for the whole five miles on race day. Well, I suppose that my time will get a bit better since the race day course is mostly flat and that there will be the element of excitement that a race provides. Hopefully I will not be the last person to cross the finish line. Hopefully I will not have to walk any at all. I did not walk any today, well except for my warm-up.

All in all I am proud of my accomplishment. I registered yesterday day for a 10k on January 1st. I should be really a run race, it is the inaugural race and they are going to have a lot going on afterward. My favorite is the promise of food and "adult beverages", woohoo! I can't wait. What a great way to start the new year.

Thursday, November 5

2009-11-05T10:14:00.000-08:00

I ran just a smidge over two miles. It was a nice easy run. I also got to try out my new shoes, which I really like. They should be nice and broken in for my big run on Thanksgiving.

My next run will be on either Saturday or Sunday and it will be four miles. I am excited to get that distance under my belt. I am purposely going to pick an easier course so that I do not get discouraged. My two mile run today is one of the hardest since it has two insane hills, but happily I was able to run up both of them. I might have been going at a snails pace, but I did it and was able to pick up speed a the top of them. I know that the mega hills are good for me, but they can be so hard.

So after my five mile race coming up, I need to start thinking about what I want to do next. Henry is running his marathon February 28. Besides that distance, there is also a 10k and a half marathon. I know that I will be fine with running the 10k, since that is equal to about 6 miles. The half scares me though. I might just save my first half for next fall. I know that I will be okay to run that then and the Applefest half was really scenic and they have some great goodies and a cool finisher medal.

Here is where the run is:
http://www.hyannismarathon.com/

Monday's Run

2009-11-03T13:56:00.000-08:00

Monday I kept it light and only ran 3 miles. It felt good and I know that I could have pushed myself a bit harder and made it up to 4 miles. I feel relived that I have made it this far, since my race on Thanksgiving is five miles and I was worried a couple of weeks ago that I would not make it up to that point. Yay! I can't wait until tomorrows run. I plan on doing four miles, although I probably should take it easier since it is not supposed to be my big run tomorrow. I should be saving the big ones for the weekends.

Running along

2009-11-02T06:55:00.000-08:00

In an effort to try, yet again to add more to this sorely neglected blog, I am attempting not to try to turn into a running log/blog.

So Saturday, I had my long run. Well I am both happy and sad to report that it was only 3.5 miles. I am quickly approaching my race on Thanksgiving and am nowhere near the 5 that I need to have under my belt for that race. Henry say that I still have time to make it, but I am doubtful. I seem to never have time enough to get out. Today I am going to ask mother-in-law to watch the kids so I can put in my three miles. Then I will have to run tomorrow and Thursday mornings, as well, since those are the only times that all the kids are in school.

Henry is doing really well in his goal of his marathon in February. I am really proud of him. I seriously doubt that I will ever accomplish that feat. My biggie will be the Applefest half marathon next September. Although we will see about that!

I am very glad that I have both his and Amanda's support in encouraging me to just keep running. I know that Amanda will be up and running soon after the birth of number three. I think she might even run another marathon next year or maybe we can run a half together. That would be so much fun. I never in all my years thought that I would like to run so much, but when I lace up my shoes and pop in my ear buds, I get so excited. It really sounds corny, but it is so exhilarating to see how far you can push yourself. I can't wait until I can get out today.

Book rental place?

2009-06-11T07:25:00.000-07:00

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Misery

2009-05-27T19:20:00.001-07:00

I must be an idiot because this is the second time this spring that I have unwittingly come in contact with a plant that gives me a horrible allergic reaction. The first time was last month, right before Easter. I was cleaning out one of my many huge flower bed to get reading for mulching and planting. This particular bed was over run with a thorny vine. I have no idea what it was, but apparently I was not particularly careful with my arms coming in contact with the many thorns. I must have a dozen or more puncture wounds from this horrible vine. No big deal, I went in and washed up. The next day I was covered in rash and the puncture wounds were swollen. Trip one to the doctor. One intense round of Prednisone, which is a nasty drug. Fast forward to last Thursday. Cleaning out yet another bed. This time it was poison ivy. I swear I was careful, I wore long gloves and jeans. Well I should have been wearing a long sleeve shirt as well. I guess I must have contaminated my rakes and shovel, since the rash appeared on my inner arms, exactly where I picked them up to haul them back to my garage.

So now I am miserable again. I am constantly loaded up on a cocktail of Benedryl, Claratin, hydrocortisone and gin. I think I might go back to the doctor. I know that the probably will think I am an idiot. The second time I have come in for a self induced reaction. I win the award for stupid gardener. I really should take a picture of my arms for posterity.

Writer's block(head)

2009-03-03T08:53:00.000-08:00

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. -Ernest Hemingway

I can never can figure out what to write. Really, I can't figure what to put down here. No, I am serious. Those who know me, know that I can talk forever about virtually nothing of relevance. Yet, I have trouble writing. Maybe it has to do with with fact that desperately want to seem more interesting than I actually am. I could tell you that I woke up unwillingly, ate a bowl of oatmeal, coerced Theta into showering and getting dressed for school, drank coffee, herded three kids into the car (2 very unwillingly), drove Theta to school, came home,drank coffee, made beds, fed people, drank coffee, did laundry, got another dressed and bathed for school, drank coffee, debated doing some real cleaning and drank some more coffee. Sounds so interesting, doesn't it? Is that what Hemingway was talking about? Tell me.

Hopelessly lost on Lost

2009-01-30T09:30:00.000-08:00

Yet again, Henry has brought another TV show for us to watch that has been on for the last several years. So now we are entrenched in the first 4 seasons of Lost. I have to say that I really like the show, even though I really have no understanding what really is going on. If you have not seen the show it is really about this plane that crashes on this freaky island and how the survivors deal with the local hostiles and find a way to get back home. Should be simple enough of a plot, right? Well throw in miraculous healing, bizarre locals, love triangles and time travel and various weird happenings.

Ode to a pickle

2009-01-20T10:45:00.000-08:00

This is sort of silly, so humor me. I was having a discussion with friends a week or so ago. As usual the topic turned to food. I have this unholy love for things that are pickled. Especially pickles. Sweet, sour, kosher or bread and butter; it does not matter. They are all wonderful. I base all that I know on life on a few important facts.

The Fifth Element is one of the best movies, ever.
The temperature should never be colder than 50 degrees. I would really like 70 degree weather year round, actually. I can't wrap my mind around those who love the torment of cold extremities.
Reality television (and almost all other television shows, except the Simpsons and 30 Rock, is the devils spawn.
you can never trust a person that does not like pickles. I just cannot understand the hate for something so wonderful.

I live my life by these principles and never deviate from them. There are more things that make my love/hate lists, but these are my tops. I told you that they were silly. You can laugh I won't be offended.

Two Girls Lost

2009-01-20T10:08:00.000-08:00

I suppose you may be wondering why this blog is called two girls lost. It is named for the two girl children that I have lost through stillbirth or miscarriage. Not very original, right? Well, I never claimed to be full of creative or wonderfully inspirational ideas, did I? I suppose those two events have changed my life in more ways that I can count. I wish, ashamedly, that I was the person before the loss of my daughters. Sometimes I wish that they had never come to me. The hurts of those events has left me raw. Well, there are many things that have done that, but those are the most recent. My marriage, my illness and other family events that have left me raw and hallow inside. I go thorough the motions of life, I have become numb now.

Save Me

2009-01-20T09:33:00.000-08:00

Amie Mann sings in her song Save Me a couple of lines that have haunted me. She sings, But can you save me-Come on and save me-If you could save me. Sometimes I feel that I am in much need of saving. But saving from what? Who would do this saving? I have no idea what Amie Mann was writing about, but I know that I feel like I need to save myself. But easier than it sounds, right? Do people feel as lost as I do sometimes? As the night comes on I feel an overwhelming sense of hopelessness sometimes. The fear and panic that strikes me is no greater than at night, when things become quiet and the world slows down. Yet my mind never does. Instead it goes into a sort of hyper speed of thoughts. I cannot seem to concentrate anymore. Yes, I can feel it coming. I am in desperate need of medication again. More specifically, lithium. I need to Save myself but returning to my greatness need and nemesis. I hate to admit it to myself. For the last couple of years I have just been taking an antidepressant, although not regularly enough. Now, I think I am needing to call out the big dogs of psychiatric medication. Then the pain and hopelessness can be abated yet again. As well as the dreams and creativity that comes with the negative. Yet unlike most bipolars I have yet to harness all those good creative thoughts. For that I am sad. So yet again I am talking myself out of saving myself. Ironic that I am my own worst enemy. Many struggle with food, drugs or alcohol. I struggle with myself.

A new start

2008-11-16T20:41:00.000-08:00

I have neglected this blog for a long time. I guess when I started it is was place to write about some of the sadness that was in my life. It has been over three years since Eleanor has died. I feel bad saying it, but I rarely think about her anymore. Although sometimes I wonder what would she had been like if she was a normal healthy three year old little girl. Which one of my kids would she look the most like? Would she have been an easy going child or a tiny terror, like you know who?

I suppose all mothers who have lost a child think about these things.

Quinn

2006-04-07T20:07:00.000-07:00

September 2004
It was the end of summer and I was 16, almost 17 weeks pregnant. I was finally feeling better. Morning sickness was leaving and I was finally getting used to the idea of having 2 children under two. The day Quinn died was like any other. Theta was going to preschool and I was getting into the swing of getting her ready everyday. Life was busy. Theta was busy. In addition to school, she was taking a gymnastics class. We were getting ready. I needed to use the toilet before leaving, damn pregancy body. I suppose I did a little bit more pushing than was needed, because I felt something come out. And not something that should be coming out, my gross reader. Bear in mind it shocked me. I mean I was not expecting to be my amniotic sac. But when I felt it come out I knew that it was what it was. So logically I pushed it back in. Hell, what was supposed to do? I had a 4 year old and 9 month old waiting for me outside the door and no other adult in the house. I left the bathroom and went immediatly to the phone. I phoned the doctor's and they told me to come in. Ok, now I needed someone to watch the girls. Called my mother-in-law and told her something was really wrong. I can't believe that I was so calm. I guess I did not want to freak out the girls. She came over I left and drove to the doctor's office. All the while I tried to keep my ass tilted so the bag would not fall out again. I go to the office and check in an preceed to wait for AWHILE! What! Hello, my placenta is coming out!!! My husband shows up, I guess my mother-in-law called him. Finally, I am called in. Dr.DiGiovanni examines me. And I never will forget the it when he told me that I was going to lose the baby. I guess I sort of knew it. But to hear it was something differnent. I feelt the life drain from me. This could not be happening. I was almost 17 weeks. Stuff like this happens early in preganacy. They sent me to the hospital, a nurse drove me my husband followed, I guess in case something happened on the way. At the hospital they asked me if I wanted to speed things up. I guess I still was in shock because I felt like that would be killing my baby, I wanted to hope for the best. So they put me in the Trendelemburg (not sure of the spelling) position, where your head is lowered and your feet are in the air. I waited, hoping this was just a big mistake. In the middle of the night I started to feel pain and my water broke. I really don't remember much. I was very drugged up. I made me think of how women experienced birth under twilight sleep. My memories are vague. I remember being told to push and then blacking out. When I awoke I was in a diffenent place. Apparently my placenta would not come out (really it is made to say in the body a lot longer) and I needed a D&C. When they brought me back to my room my husband and baby were waiting. I had given birth to a girl.

Did I want to see her? Would I be repulsed by my own flesh and blood? I asked the nurse, How did she look? The nurse assured me she was perfect, just small and her skin was transparent. I held her. She weighed nothing. I opened the blankets. She was perfect. Her limbs were scrawny. She had all her fingers and toes. Her eyes were closed. She looked like an angel. The only thing was that her skin was so thin she looked purplish, since her veins were visible and she was dead. I still loved her regardless. I did bother me that she was wrapped in a rough hospital towel. One that I assume was used to wipe way human waste. I asked the nurse for a proper blanket. I tenderly wrapped her in it and sung to her a song that I sang to my older girls, Baby Mine. It has been a year and a half since I lost her, yet these memories are fresh in my head. I hope to never forget.

We named her Quinn. It was the only name we had. We were just not prepared to me her yet.

Wake me up when September ends...

2006-04-07T20:02:00.000-07:00

September
September is a month that I have very mixed feelings about. My youngest and last child was born in this month. So it offers one redeeming point. It will also be the most heartbreaking month that I will ever have. It is in September that I lost two of my girls.

The beginning

2006-03-27T13:05:00.000-08:00

Well, I am starting a blog. I guess I don't know what I want to accomplish. Maybe, to share a bit of the maddness that is my life. To try to put into words that stuff that is/has happened to me. To remember it in the future. To remember the Eleanor and Quinn. To have them remebered by others.