So much for daily posts! Or monthly ones! Time is flying. Elizabeth is now 4. FOUR. I looked at her passport picture today from when she was only 9 months old and it made me double take. Could this really be the same person? She told me flat out, but also very genuinely the other day by looking me straight in the eye, "mommy, I am not always going to be your little girl". I didn't have much to say to her in response other than just look at her with softened eyes and say "yes, but you will always be my girl....and I will always be here for you."
So, I need to get back to writing things down. So many moments during each day that are turned over with another nights slumber. Before she turns into the teenager she keeps threatening to become soon!
I continue to populate the I like book, which as space for two entries per day about something you liked about that person. Soon there will be two years worth of "I likes" and those are the true daily happy memories. Yet I am finding that the little spaces afforded in the book per day are not enough for the stories behind the likes. Yet another reason to start writing again here too!
Highlights from the spring and summer:
Mary's wedding
Crater lake NP trip
Sequoia kings canyon trip (and first jr ranger badge!)
Going to napa with john
Going to cuttlefish and rec swimming class and having fun!
Looking for shapes in the clouds with mom and Elizabeth in my old backyard
Teaching wonderbug adventures with Elizabeth as my helper
Having really good yoga teaching sessions with the bright horizons kids
Seattle trip for grace's first communion
Whale watching trip to Monterey
Starting school again at hacns
Late afternoons riding bikes on the Grattan tennis court
I will keep adding!!!
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Checking in
It has been awhile! Ooops. Not for lack of happy material! Just time to write about it. Been keeping busy with my sister's wedding stuff (shower, bachelorette, dresses), fundrasing for HACNS, cleaning, planning meals and exercising, applying for jobs, doing lots of little jobs for HACNS (playground committee, purchasing, flute playing, etc.), thinking about camping trips, donating and sorting some of the last of our things from the move, making new friends. Most importantly, spending time with my Little E and John. Never a dull moment and now we are fully into....March. Whew. Elizabeth and I have been here now in SF for 4 full months. It seems like a blink of an eye, but I was thinking today how much more settled I do feel. I'm a little more confident driving, running, and planning to do things around the city. I love the co-op and even got elected to an officer's position. Starting to get into a routine that I like a bit more rather than just feeling frazzled with too much to do. We'll walk around Cole Valley and never be able to not see someone we know. It is a good feeling.
I also finished a book last night called "Quiet" but Susan Cain. This book intrigued me because it describes a lot of my own internal battles from being an introvert. I learned a lot about how extroverts might see me and not to put so much pressure on myself to be extroverted (at least all of the time). It made some good suggestions about how to maximize introversion as a strength and also how to raise an introverted child (the jury is still out on Elizabeth but I am wondering if she is more introverted than I think). I took a Myers Briggs test again and got the result of INFJ - introverted, intuitive, feeling, judging - and it matched up pretty well with some of the same insights I got about myself from the book:
INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary, INFJs are true introverts, who can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among their long-term friends, family, or obvious "soul mates." While instinctively courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon them by others, at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as inherent "givers." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood -- particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type.
Due in part to the unique perspective produced by this alternation between detachment and involvement in the lives of the people around them, INFJs may well have the clearest insights of all the types into the motivations of others, for good and for evil. The most important contributing factor to this uncanny gift, however, are the empathic abilities often found in Fs, which seem to be especially heightened in the INFJ type (possibly by the dominance of the introverted N function).
This empathy can serve as a classic example of the two-edged nature of certain INFJ talents, as it can be strong enough to cause discomfort or pain in negative or stressful situations. More explicit inner conflicts are also not uncommon in INFJs; it is possible to speculate that the causes for some of these may lie in the specific combinations of preferences which define this complex type. For instance, there can sometimes be a "tug-of-war" between NF vision and idealism and the J practicality that urges compromise for the sake of achieving the highest priority goals. And the I and J combination, while perhaps enhancing self-awareness, may make it difficult for INFJs to articulate their deepest and most convoluted feelings.
Usually self-expression comes more easily to INFJs on paper, as they tend to have strong writing skills. Since in addition they often possess a strong personal charisma, INFJs are generally well-suited to the "inspirational" professions such as teaching (especially in higher education) and religious leadership. Psychology and counseling are other obvious choices, but overall, INFJs can be exceptionally difficult to pigeonhole by their career paths. Perhaps the best example of this occurs in the technical fields. Many INFJs perceive themselves at a disadvantage when dealing with the mystique and formality of "hard logic", and in academic terms this may cause a tendency to gravitate towards the liberal arts rather than the sciences. However, the significant minority of INFJs who do pursue studies and careers in the latter areas tend to be as successful as their T counterparts, as it is *iNtuition* -- the dominant function for the INFJ type -- which governs the ability to understand abstract theory and implement it creatively.
In their own way, INFJs are just as much "systems builders" as are INTJs; the difference lies in that most INFJ "systems" are founded on human beings and human values, rather than information and technology. Their systems may for these reasons be conceptually "blurrier" than analogous NT ones, harder to measure in strict numerical terms, and easier to take for granted -- yet it is these same underlying reasons which make the resulting contributions to society so vital and profound.
Beneath the quiet exterior, INFJs hold deep convictions about the weightier matters of life.Those who are activists - INFJs gravitate toward such a role - are there for the cause, not for personal glory or political power.
INFJs are champions of the oppressed and downtrodden.They often are found in the wake of an emergency, rescuing those who are in acute distress.INFJs may fantasize about getting revenge on those who victimize the defenseless.The concept of 'poetic justice' is appealing to the INFJ.
"There's something rotten in Denmark." Accurately suspicious about others' motives, INFJs are not easily led.These are the people that you can rarely fool any of the time.Though affable and sympathetic to most, INFJs are selective about their friends. Such a friendship is a symbiotic bond that transcends mere words.
INFJs have a knack for fluency in language and facility in communication. In addition, nonverbal sensitivity enables the INFJ to know and be known by others intimately.
Writing, counseling, public service and even politics are areas where INFJs frequently find their niche.
I also finished a book last night called "Quiet" but Susan Cain. This book intrigued me because it describes a lot of my own internal battles from being an introvert. I learned a lot about how extroverts might see me and not to put so much pressure on myself to be extroverted (at least all of the time). It made some good suggestions about how to maximize introversion as a strength and also how to raise an introverted child (the jury is still out on Elizabeth but I am wondering if she is more introverted than I think). I took a Myers Briggs test again and got the result of INFJ - introverted, intuitive, feeling, judging - and it matched up pretty well with some of the same insights I got about myself from the book:
INFJ Description
INFJs are distinguished by both their complexity of character and the unusual range and depth of their talents. Strongly humanitarian in outlook, INFJs tend to be idealists, and because of their J preference for closure and completion, they are generally "doers" as well as dreamers. This rare combination of vision and practicality often results in INFJs taking a disproportionate amount of responsibility in the various causes to which so many of them seem to be drawn.INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary, INFJs are true introverts, who can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among their long-term friends, family, or obvious "soul mates." While instinctively courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon them by others, at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as inherent "givers." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood -- particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type.
Due in part to the unique perspective produced by this alternation between detachment and involvement in the lives of the people around them, INFJs may well have the clearest insights of all the types into the motivations of others, for good and for evil. The most important contributing factor to this uncanny gift, however, are the empathic abilities often found in Fs, which seem to be especially heightened in the INFJ type (possibly by the dominance of the introverted N function).
This empathy can serve as a classic example of the two-edged nature of certain INFJ talents, as it can be strong enough to cause discomfort or pain in negative or stressful situations. More explicit inner conflicts are also not uncommon in INFJs; it is possible to speculate that the causes for some of these may lie in the specific combinations of preferences which define this complex type. For instance, there can sometimes be a "tug-of-war" between NF vision and idealism and the J practicality that urges compromise for the sake of achieving the highest priority goals. And the I and J combination, while perhaps enhancing self-awareness, may make it difficult for INFJs to articulate their deepest and most convoluted feelings.
Usually self-expression comes more easily to INFJs on paper, as they tend to have strong writing skills. Since in addition they often possess a strong personal charisma, INFJs are generally well-suited to the "inspirational" professions such as teaching (especially in higher education) and religious leadership. Psychology and counseling are other obvious choices, but overall, INFJs can be exceptionally difficult to pigeonhole by their career paths. Perhaps the best example of this occurs in the technical fields. Many INFJs perceive themselves at a disadvantage when dealing with the mystique and formality of "hard logic", and in academic terms this may cause a tendency to gravitate towards the liberal arts rather than the sciences. However, the significant minority of INFJs who do pursue studies and careers in the latter areas tend to be as successful as their T counterparts, as it is *iNtuition* -- the dominant function for the INFJ type -- which governs the ability to understand abstract theory and implement it creatively.
In their own way, INFJs are just as much "systems builders" as are INTJs; the difference lies in that most INFJ "systems" are founded on human beings and human values, rather than information and technology. Their systems may for these reasons be conceptually "blurrier" than analogous NT ones, harder to measure in strict numerical terms, and easier to take for granted -- yet it is these same underlying reasons which make the resulting contributions to society so vital and profound.
Beneath the quiet exterior, INFJs hold deep convictions about the weightier matters of life.Those who are activists - INFJs gravitate toward such a role - are there for the cause, not for personal glory or political power.
INFJs are champions of the oppressed and downtrodden.They often are found in the wake of an emergency, rescuing those who are in acute distress.INFJs may fantasize about getting revenge on those who victimize the defenseless.The concept of 'poetic justice' is appealing to the INFJ.
"There's something rotten in Denmark." Accurately suspicious about others' motives, INFJs are not easily led.These are the people that you can rarely fool any of the time.Though affable and sympathetic to most, INFJs are selective about their friends. Such a friendship is a symbiotic bond that transcends mere words.
INFJs have a knack for fluency in language and facility in communication. In addition, nonverbal sensitivity enables the INFJ to know and be known by others intimately.
Writing, counseling, public service and even politics are areas where INFJs frequently find their niche.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
streetlight saxophone
This post is for Tuesday night (2/18)...
While walking back to the Embarcadero Muni station with John along Market Street....
After eating a scrumptiously delicious dinner at Boulevard (greyhound w/ fresh grapefruit, dungeness crab and scallop panzanella, quail with beet gnocci and a lemon cake dessert), partially subsidized by a gift certificate from Mary and Andrew.....
An alto sax playing Dr. Zhivago.
It hauntingly echoed down the street and against the tall buildings in the darkness of the stars and streetlights. I couldn't actually find the musician, but I breathed it in with sadness and happiness at the same time.
While walking back to the Embarcadero Muni station with John along Market Street....
After eating a scrumptiously delicious dinner at Boulevard (greyhound w/ fresh grapefruit, dungeness crab and scallop panzanella, quail with beet gnocci and a lemon cake dessert), partially subsidized by a gift certificate from Mary and Andrew.....
An alto sax playing Dr. Zhivago.
It hauntingly echoed down the street and against the tall buildings in the darkness of the stars and streetlights. I couldn't actually find the musician, but I breathed it in with sadness and happiness at the same time.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Out on the town
It is the President's Day holiday, so with no school today but Daddy having to work, Elizabeth and I took advantage of using the Living Social coupon that Mary and Andrew got as a gift for Elizabeth to take a drop-in art class at the SF Children's Art Center. We drove to Fort Mason and I was surprised to find out that when we got there, it was also meant to be a drop off class, too. Which means that I was supposed to leave. Elizabeth and I both were surprised so it took a little coaxing to get her to be ok, but actually not too much before I could leave her with playdough, painting and more. Turns out they also did story time and snack in the 1.5 hr session, too. I sat outside the small studio just in case things turned sour, but she did just fine and was very excited to show me her works of art - complete with a big smile and a splotch of red paint next to her right eye.
We then drove home and hopped on the train downtown to see a claymation movie of the book we just checked out of the library (and she can't STOP reading! :)) - Frog and Toad are Friends. It is showing at the Contemporary Jewish Museum on only special days until March alongside an exhibit featuring the author's artwork, so it was a must-do! The movie was a lot of fun - they set up bean bags in a conference room with a big screen and we snuggled up to watch Frog and Toad Together and Frog and Toad are Friends. The room was packed with kids and parents, all laughing and talking about the movie as it went. A fun atmosphere and Elizabeth was really into it, giggling especially at the stories she recognized. At the beginning she said in her normal voice (which of course is totally loud), "Who is that? Frog or Toad?" and about 10 kids snapped their heads towards her to answer "It is Toad" before I could even try to respond. It was so cute all I could do was kiss her sweet head that was firecracker crazy covered with a messy ponytail and a polka dot headband barely keeping her curly blonde hair from exploding all over the darkened room.
We played in the family zone with some blocks on a light table (very cool) and made story books out of transluecent colored paper before it became obvious that it was time to start getting some lunch. We went to the Madeleine Cafe and chowed down on yummy salami and eggplant sandwiches (respectively), yogurt, milk and probably the yummiest lemon bar I've ever had. We sat outside and watched the busy street and people passing by and just laughed and talked. Elizabeth almost lost her sandwich and I caught it and she shouted out, "Nice catch Mom!" I also told her that I really liked being in San Francisco with her and she said she really liked being in San Francisco with me, too.
With a short swing through the biggest Old Navy I have ever seen on the way back to the train to try on sunglasses, shoes, and scarves, I would have to say that it was a really happy day. Now it's time for a nap!
We then drove home and hopped on the train downtown to see a claymation movie of the book we just checked out of the library (and she can't STOP reading! :)) - Frog and Toad are Friends. It is showing at the Contemporary Jewish Museum on only special days until March alongside an exhibit featuring the author's artwork, so it was a must-do! The movie was a lot of fun - they set up bean bags in a conference room with a big screen and we snuggled up to watch Frog and Toad Together and Frog and Toad are Friends. The room was packed with kids and parents, all laughing and talking about the movie as it went. A fun atmosphere and Elizabeth was really into it, giggling especially at the stories she recognized. At the beginning she said in her normal voice (which of course is totally loud), "Who is that? Frog or Toad?" and about 10 kids snapped their heads towards her to answer "It is Toad" before I could even try to respond. It was so cute all I could do was kiss her sweet head that was firecracker crazy covered with a messy ponytail and a polka dot headband barely keeping her curly blonde hair from exploding all over the darkened room.
We played in the family zone with some blocks on a light table (very cool) and made story books out of transluecent colored paper before it became obvious that it was time to start getting some lunch. We went to the Madeleine Cafe and chowed down on yummy salami and eggplant sandwiches (respectively), yogurt, milk and probably the yummiest lemon bar I've ever had. We sat outside and watched the busy street and people passing by and just laughed and talked. Elizabeth almost lost her sandwich and I caught it and she shouted out, "Nice catch Mom!" I also told her that I really liked being in San Francisco with her and she said she really liked being in San Francisco with me, too.
With a short swing through the biggest Old Navy I have ever seen on the way back to the train to try on sunglasses, shoes, and scarves, I would have to say that it was a really happy day. Now it's time for a nap!
Will you be my Valentine? Or ER Doctor?
What a crazy Valentine's Day!
We had a wonderful morning at school. It was my work day - and snack day - amidst the Disco Party and Valentine's bags and lots of love being spread all around. About half of the kids ate about half of my snack that I'd stayed up until 1am prepping the night before, but hopefully a greater ratio enjoyed Elizabeth's valentines. :) I was determined to get something healthy in those kids' bodies before the candy onslaught began. The result was a bowl of peas, heart-shaped carrots, wheat bread (cut out in heart shapes) topped with light cream cheese and heart shaped cherry tomatoes. I was pretty proud of this creation and heard of at least one of the boys eating lots of extra helpings. Even Elizabeth told me, "Yeah, Mom. It was good." For the parents, I made tomato soup, crackers (haha the ones left over from John's career expo!), goat cheese, tomatoes and olives and corn bread. Cocoa named me queen of the snack! I think that I have way too much time on my hands to take the crown, but hey, it was fun coming up with it all.
Elizabeth was a complete cutie dancing to the lights and smoke machine w/her "I Love to Dance" tshirt, putting her valentines in her friends bags, and strewing her bag's contents everywhere to eat all of the candy. A great morning for her for sure.
But, then, as I am helping to clean up, I walk outside to a very upset Elizabeth in Papa Robert's arms - she had taken a bad tumble and couldn't even catch her breath to tell me what happened. Turns out that after asking 4 yr old William for some info since no one else saw her fall (!!), she had dropped down on her tailbone from the 6ft high (+) monkey bars on to the sand. I sat with her for awhile but she didn't want to walk so I carried her home. Once at home, I tried to get her to stand on one or the other leg, still resulting in a very painful grimace and refusal to do it again. Finally, after a call to the pediatrician's office, I followed the nurses' advice to have her take a nap and ice her back some more. When she woke, though, she was crying for me because she didn't want to even sit up from the pain. When John got home she wouldn't stand up for him, either. So, we went to the ER.
The first doctor couldn't get her to stand for awhile, but finally, when we got her on her feet, she didn't act like it was hurting. And took a few steps. Then the other doctor came in, had her eat a popcicle, and got her to walk over to get a sticker with him. Totally recovered!!! Good grief.
But, I couldn't have been happier to pay for the most expensive dose of tylenol yet. :)
We had a wonderful morning at school. It was my work day - and snack day - amidst the Disco Party and Valentine's bags and lots of love being spread all around. About half of the kids ate about half of my snack that I'd stayed up until 1am prepping the night before, but hopefully a greater ratio enjoyed Elizabeth's valentines. :) I was determined to get something healthy in those kids' bodies before the candy onslaught began. The result was a bowl of peas, heart-shaped carrots, wheat bread (cut out in heart shapes) topped with light cream cheese and heart shaped cherry tomatoes. I was pretty proud of this creation and heard of at least one of the boys eating lots of extra helpings. Even Elizabeth told me, "Yeah, Mom. It was good." For the parents, I made tomato soup, crackers (haha the ones left over from John's career expo!), goat cheese, tomatoes and olives and corn bread. Cocoa named me queen of the snack! I think that I have way too much time on my hands to take the crown, but hey, it was fun coming up with it all.
Elizabeth was a complete cutie dancing to the lights and smoke machine w/her "I Love to Dance" tshirt, putting her valentines in her friends bags, and strewing her bag's contents everywhere to eat all of the candy. A great morning for her for sure.
But, then, as I am helping to clean up, I walk outside to a very upset Elizabeth in Papa Robert's arms - she had taken a bad tumble and couldn't even catch her breath to tell me what happened. Turns out that after asking 4 yr old William for some info since no one else saw her fall (!!), she had dropped down on her tailbone from the 6ft high (+) monkey bars on to the sand. I sat with her for awhile but she didn't want to walk so I carried her home. Once at home, I tried to get her to stand on one or the other leg, still resulting in a very painful grimace and refusal to do it again. Finally, after a call to the pediatrician's office, I followed the nurses' advice to have her take a nap and ice her back some more. When she woke, though, she was crying for me because she didn't want to even sit up from the pain. When John got home she wouldn't stand up for him, either. So, we went to the ER.
The first doctor couldn't get her to stand for awhile, but finally, when we got her on her feet, she didn't act like it was hurting. And took a few steps. Then the other doctor came in, had her eat a popcicle, and got her to walk over to get a sticker with him. Totally recovered!!! Good grief.
But, I couldn't have been happier to pay for the most expensive dose of tylenol yet. :)
Crunch, stomp...and stoned?
"Everybody must get stoned!!!!" - Elizabeth (in the Walgreens today)
I love Bob Dylan and now I love Elizabeth singing Bob Dylan even more.
Elizabeth has a really loud voice. She gets it from John, no doubt. But, Elizabeth's loud voice has now teamed up with Bob Dylan and her favorite song is yeah....you know the one...."Oh, but I should not feel so all alone, EVERYBODY must get stoned!" She officially likes to sing it everywhere.
At least she didn't sing it in church today (oh, I hope I just didn't jinx that!). I thought I was totally on it today having a good selection of snacks for mass - raspberries, carrots, peas, and lentil chips. All pretty non-filling as to not spoil dinner, not too messy, things she'll like to eat....little did I calculate how LOUD the lentil chips crunching would be during the homily, though. So, this Sunday, like every other, continued to be a battle between my constant "shhhhh!!!!" and stopping her from stomping (today it was surely to see her shiny silvery shoes glitter in the light), climbing, talking, jumping, running into the aisle, slamming something against the pew, etc. - and my constant inability to not smile after she did something flipping adorable. Like "sshhhh!!!" me back, or walk about 10 pews back to say peace to everyone in the back of the church.
Mass is exhausting, but I hope that Elizabeth never changes. Loud and proud. Go ahead and throw your stones other church-goers. Keep the Bob Dylan coming.
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Other runner up from today - John telling me that the valentine's day cookies Elizabeth and I made for him were the best I've ever made - hooray! Heart-shaped red velvet cake cookie sandwiches with cream cheese frosting inside. Yummy!
I love Bob Dylan and now I love Elizabeth singing Bob Dylan even more.
Elizabeth has a really loud voice. She gets it from John, no doubt. But, Elizabeth's loud voice has now teamed up with Bob Dylan and her favorite song is yeah....you know the one...."Oh, but I should not feel so all alone, EVERYBODY must get stoned!" She officially likes to sing it everywhere.
At least she didn't sing it in church today (oh, I hope I just didn't jinx that!). I thought I was totally on it today having a good selection of snacks for mass - raspberries, carrots, peas, and lentil chips. All pretty non-filling as to not spoil dinner, not too messy, things she'll like to eat....little did I calculate how LOUD the lentil chips crunching would be during the homily, though. So, this Sunday, like every other, continued to be a battle between my constant "shhhhh!!!!" and stopping her from stomping (today it was surely to see her shiny silvery shoes glitter in the light), climbing, talking, jumping, running into the aisle, slamming something against the pew, etc. - and my constant inability to not smile after she did something flipping adorable. Like "sshhhh!!!" me back, or walk about 10 pews back to say peace to everyone in the back of the church.
Mass is exhausting, but I hope that Elizabeth never changes. Loud and proud. Go ahead and throw your stones other church-goers. Keep the Bob Dylan coming.
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Other runner up from today - John telling me that the valentine's day cookies Elizabeth and I made for him were the best I've ever made - hooray! Heart-shaped red velvet cake cookie sandwiches with cream cheese frosting inside. Yummy!
Thursday, February 13, 2014
My first track workout in....well, years!
I can't remember the last time I did a track workout. I used to go every once in awhile to the Camarillo High School track just to get a workout in or two, which I always enjoyed. I don't think I did it after Elizabeth was born, although I did meet up with my friend Jenny Lincoln a few times to do some drills (which was awesome being led through them by a former USA track star). Just brings back some good memories of running track in high school and college. And makes for a challenging workout! I'm still waiting to be able to install a high jump pit in our backyard someday....but until then, just going and doing some 200's at a track is full of nostalgia.
Kezar Stadium, in Golden Gate Park (and former home of the SF 49ers), is less than a mile from our place. I've taken Elizabeth there to run in the lanes and goof around, teaching her drills and having races, but I actually haven't gone by myself. So, today after drop off, I was going to go for a normal run through the park, but decided to stop at Kezar instead. I did 6 200's at about 40 second pace each (nothing impressive there, but at least it felt good to stride it out on the straightaway again!). My form is totally awful!!! (I need you, Jenny!!) But, it was a lot of fun. I even ran into a new friend, Tricia, a mom at HACNS, and walked a few laps with her, too. Happiness is a track workout in the sunshine for sure. Even a slow one for this out of shape high jumper!
Kezar Stadium, in Golden Gate Park (and former home of the SF 49ers), is less than a mile from our place. I've taken Elizabeth there to run in the lanes and goof around, teaching her drills and having races, but I actually haven't gone by myself. So, today after drop off, I was going to go for a normal run through the park, but decided to stop at Kezar instead. I did 6 200's at about 40 second pace each (nothing impressive there, but at least it felt good to stride it out on the straightaway again!). My form is totally awful!!! (I need you, Jenny!!) But, it was a lot of fun. I even ran into a new friend, Tricia, a mom at HACNS, and walked a few laps with her, too. Happiness is a track workout in the sunshine for sure. Even a slow one for this out of shape high jumper!
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