Today I ran twice. I am training for a half marathon (13.1 miles) on May 20. Caitlyn and Sue are logging miles for a Martian Marathon April 14. We all needed to get some running in today.
The Martian Marathon is specifically for kids. Each logs 25 miles before race day and then runs 1.2 miles with their group to each complete 26.2 miles or the distance of a full marathon.
Caitlyn and Sue did it last year for the first time.
I ran with each of them today (I don’t want them out there alone just yet–crossing roads and such–even if they are just side roads).
Both of my runs together only equaled 5 miles–but I got faster with each run. I have always found after mile two I get faster and hit my groove. Every mile I ran was faster than the one before.
This week has had some good mileage in it. I ran to the library and back on Tuesday–6 miles in the rain, around in circles on Wednesday–3 miles, no rain, and 5 miles today with my girls–no rain. The schedule calls for 10 miles tomorrow, but 8 or 9 is more likely…
Here are some recent pictures.
A treadmill run
Glad to be running outside again
As of late, I have been making a weekly menu. It lists each night what I am planning for dinner. It gets rid of the evening scramble to figure out a meal and it has streamlined grocery shopping because I can look at the list and go just once in a week to get what I need. We end up swapping meals around a fair amount, but I am liking the bit of ease this brings to my day.
Today, I had chicken noodle soup with homemade noodles on the list. My mom has been making homemade noodles for years. They are thick and yummy and keep you full for hours.
I don’t make them often…but they were on the menu…and I ended up with a new helper today…Sue.
The soup itself was made using a soup starter, but the noodles were all Sue’s hard work!! She did a great job and they turned out fantastically!
Over the last many months, I have made some amazing new friends. Their stories are not mine to tell, so I will keep this vague and likely short, but I have a thought.
My friends are from all over the world. Their stories are both different and the same. But they share, to one degree or another, a native tongue.
And I am trying to learn it.
Now please don’t think they’ve come here expecting everyone to cater to them and they will never learn English. No, that is not the case. They are all on their journey of learning English and most of our time together is spent using my native tongue, not theirs.
But I love them. And I want them to know that love to the marrow of their bones. So I am learning a phrase here or there with every visit, deliberately and intentionally.
It is good and it is fun and it is hard. I am proud to say I could tell you two of those three adjectives in their mother tongue, but that is not my point.
My point is, they are shocked and amazed I am trying to learn their language. I feel like my attempts are feeble, but they tell me my knowledge is growing quickly. And it is fun to be able to catch a word here or there in their conversations around me, my joy is huge when I can remember a word when I want to use it or I get to help someone outside of my groups of friends with my little bit of knowledge. And the laughs we have at my attempts to get my mouth to mimic the sounds that come so naturally to them. Oh, the laughs.
It is all worth it. It is all worth it if for just one moment I can be that American bridging the gap with their native tongue as we blend our lives together. It is all worth it if for just one moment our hearts can meet over that shared syllable or two.
Every single day life around them is telling them they HAVE to join my world–for this moment, I want to join theirs.