a half is so much more.

by dimsumdebutante on October 5, 2014

Today I ran 13.1 miles. In an official setting. Not that I’ve ever run that distance in an unofficial setting, but there’s like, proof, ya know?
Last spring I came home after a particularly long day of five year old birthdays and the aftermath of three meals of pizza and cake. The sun was shining and I had spent the day watching sweaty little feet bounce on plastic and shuttling overtired, sugar-ramped kids in a mini van. I needed some plain old fresh air so I sent the kids upstairs with Ben and I went out for a quick walk. For some reason, I decided to make it real quick and I began to jog.

I. Don’t. Jog.

But I did. I started down a big hill and decided to keep going on the straightaway. And then to go some more. I was home in less than fifteen minutes, but I decided to map my path and I realized I completed a WHOLE MILE. Unbelievable.

I couldn’t run the one mile fitness test in high school without stopping. The worst parts of soccer and swimming were the laps. I’ve never pushed the treadmill abover 4.5  I thought running was dull and excruciating and something to call upon only in dire emergencies. And clearly, that April late afternoon was its own sort of emergency.

I shared my milestone with a few of my friends who run. High fives all around, with special emphasis on the KEEP GOING.

I did. I ran another mile a day or two later and I just kept tacking on a tenth here and a tenth there. I got out 3 or 4 times per week and did a couple of miles. I invested in some appropriate clothing and shoes. The chore became a habit became a hobby became a passion(ish sort of hobby).

In July my brother came to visit for Adeline’s fifth birthday. We spent a lot of time talking running. I mentioned that a couple of friends were urging me to register for a half marathon but I felt very unsure. He left and a day later he emailed me a detailed training plan. It would prepare me for that very October race we had discussed. I could say he guilted me into it, but I know his support really just gave me that teensy nudge I needed to fall over the edge.

I began training the following day.

I stuck to my plan religiously.

We traveled extensively in August and I completed all of my runs, rain or shine, with or without bears or bicyclists or knowledge of paths. Those runs were some of the best moments of my trip life. Six miles in Yellowstone, 7 miles in Jackson Hole, 8 miles in Ft. Collins through a raging beer festival? Denver, Salt Lake City, Steamboat Springs? I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

It’s been a six month path of unimaginable achievement. I have pushed through pain and fatigue and I-don’t-feel-like-it and cold and hot and I got there. I did something I NEVER thought I wanted to do or something that was even a possibility. And I proved to myself that I am STRONG. I always was and I always will be, but today it clicked. I can do it. Whatever IT I want to do. And you’d better believe that my throat closed up and the tears rolled when my toes hit that finish line. Because that? That moment? That was spectacular. And it was nothing but me and my brave and my strong and my believe and my DO.

I’ve spent the last five years wanting to send the message to my girls that they are capable of anything. That they are brave and smart and that nothing is beyond reach (except maybe thos cookies I’m hiding for myself in the cabinet.)  I hope my training and my race show them that I believe the same of myself. Because what could be more powerful to a little girl than to see her mama be FIERCE? And happy.

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*This post is devoted to all of those who have supported me through this journey. I’d most especially like to thank my friends Sarah,  Rosanne, and Randi who paved this road and know how to speak the language of run in just the right way. I could not have done any of it without the love, encouragement and childcare of husband, my mom and dad, and that little plan-writing devil Adam Osborne. Nashville 2015, bro??? You’d better believe it doesn’t end here.*

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fitbit

by dimsumdebutante on November 22, 2013

A couple of years ago I attended an event and saw a new product called the Fitbit. It didn’t really appeal to me on a personal level, but I told my mom it might make a nice gift for myimpossible-to-shop-for little brother. She bought it, he fell in love, and since then the love has spread. Both of my parents wear them, along with my brother’s girlfriend, her sister, my mom’s best friend, my aunt, uncle, and cousin.

After a family vacation this summer, I caught the fever and decided I’d like one after all. My mom gave me one for my birthday in September. I’m OBSESSED.

What is a Fitbit?

It’s basically a glorified pedometer. There are several different versions, but I have the Flex. It’s a rubber wristband and the electronic component housed inside tracks your movement. It syncs with your smartphone so you can monitor the number of steps you have taken along with total mileage. You can also track your weight, calorie intake and sleep habits, but I don’t really utilize those features.

My favorite part it that you can link up with other people. I can see the number of steps everyone else is taking, too, which is a great motivator.

The baseline goal for all people is 10,000 steps per day. My best day so far was almost 22,000.

Part of being a mom in New York City is walking. I take about 3,000 steps on a roundtrip stroll to The Nut’s school twice a day. Add to that any trips to the store or to meet friends plus the general chasing of a toddler and I easily hit my goal most days. On evenings I haven’t reached 10k, I find myself jogging in place before bed.

While I didn’t really have a weightloss goal, I do think I’ve dropped a couple of pounds and I’ve definitely started opting for the longer route on a walk, just to increase my steps.

A simple psychological push toward better health? Win!

Now just in time for the holidays I hope all of you will go get a Fitbit, too. Let me know if you do so I can add you to my list of Fitbit friends!

Additional note: My first Flex band began to fall apart after several weeks of wear. It eventually broke and fell off while I was out. I contacted Fitbit and they sent me a replacement right away.

This post is not sponsored by or affiliated with Fitbit in anyway. I just love the product!

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things i love

by dimsumdebutante on November 20, 2013

I have fallen out of the blogosphere once again.

While I contstantly think of things I’d like to explore in writing, somehow it just hasn’t been happening.

Today I resolve to change.

And the first thing I’d like to do is a series of posts sharing some of my current favorite loves. Not of these items are sponsored or affiliated with any company (unless otherwise noted.) They’re just things that I think are great enough to be endorsed by yours truly.

Up first:

Timehop.

This is a free app that I installed on my phone. You can link it to your facebook account and it sends you a daily “time travel” that features any status updates or photos that you posted on this day in history. It sounds simple enough, but let me tell you it’s provided some of the best moments of my days since I started using it!

It’s pretty amazing to look back and see what was on your mind, what you were doing, or just how stinking adorable your kids were exactly one, two, or three years ago.

Here are today’s results:

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This post is not sponsored by or affiliated with Timehop in any way.

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Parenting two. For real.

by dimsumdebutante on October 24, 2013

I am a “stay at home mom” with two children. For a few hours a day that is the true. Currently I am alone with both kids for about an hour in the morning and about four in the afternoon. I find it 98% manageable.

Then there are days like today and last Monday. The Nut didn’t have school but Ben had work. I had total responsibilty for two children for twelve hour stretches. It was fine. We juggled needs and found some fun and truly they are the days I think I will remember. But they aren’t my truth.

I commend the mothers (and fathers) who really do spend their entire days (and nights) caring for multiple small children. For me, those days are few and far between. And they are exhausting.

I didn’t have two consecutive seconds alone. I forgot to eat. I picked up seven million Cheerios and constantly kept bite-sized four year old toys away from curious eleven month old lips. I spent three hours hushing a big kid so a little one could nap and I incorporated baking and pumpkin painting and a museum visit into a crazy toddler’s Thursday.

Could I do it every day? Yeah, I suppose. Would I want to? Not really.

I chose to wait until The Nut was three (and in school all day) to have a second baby. Days like today prove me {damned} right.

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Smiling it Forward (#spon)

October 7, 2013

Recently The Nut and I returned from a few days out of town alone together. While I thoroughly enjoyed the time with my big girl, I COULD NOT WAIT to get home and get my eyes and my hands on Pie. We arrived home on a Sunday night and when Ben picked us up at […]

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Moo at the (Queens) Zoo… This weekend!

October 4, 2013

One of The Nut’s absolute favorite places is the zoo. While she’d love to visit The Bronx Zoo on a weekly basis, we are far more likely to make it to the Queens Zoo in our neighborhood. Our annual membership makes it a go-to activity anytime the weather is good and we have a few […]

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We won the lottery.

September 25, 2013

NYC public schools are… interesting. They are called by number. They often blend right into their surroundings. Some are known to be better than others. Due to overcrowding, you can’t neccesarily go to a school just because you can see it from your front stoop. The Nut has been attending a private nursery school since […]

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Just grateful.

September 18, 2013

Ben and I have always made an effort to spend “alone time” with our kids. When we only had one, we would each take The Nut for special activities. It was a win/win for everyone. Now that we have two, Ben and I still carve out time to spend one on one time with each […]

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Countdown…

August 22, 2013

In 48 hours we will be giving The Nut the biggest surprise of her four year old life. Aside from that little reality check that was her baby sister actually living with us. We are off to the most magical place on Earth. It’s a plan that’s been in the works for months and we […]

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Sunny Side Down… Food Allergy Woes

August 14, 2013

Yesterday was like any ordinary day. My girls woke me up. I drank my coffee. They played. We kissed Ben goodbye. We ate breakfast. Walked the Nut to camp. Pie took a nap. We went to a friend’s for lunch and a playdate. Suddenly it all changed on a dime. I ordered two eggs scrambled […]

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