5 Tips to a Healthy Marriage After Kids

Hi friends! I am here today to talk about some tips I have found helpful to keep your marriage thriving after you bring a kiddo into the mix.

Let's all be real here. You love your spouse, but the second that baby enters the world, you're a puddle in their tiny hands. And, unfortunately, it is your relationship that may fall by the waste side for a period of time.

I'm not expert, but I have 6 years of marriage under my belt, and experience with a toddler, and I still very much love my husband.

Here are my tips on how to keep a healthy marriage after kids:

1. Be easy on yourself and realize that ALL relationships ebb and flow. No marriage or relationship is perfect. Chris was my whole world...until Graham entered the equation. Now I had two whole worlds who both needed all of my attention and it was hard! It was rocky, and there were ups and downs, but we both knew that was just a season. Things will get back to normal and new stressors will come into play. Just know that it is okay if your in a low spot. You will get out of it!

2. Let one another do what they love or need to feel like "them self." For me, that was getting back into working out and being with my friends. I've worked out my entire life. I started playing softball in 3rd grade and didn't stop until I was 21. I was put on bed rest with Graham at 27 weeks for two weeks. After that I couldn't workout. Then, I had a newborn and had no time to workout. It wasn't until a year ago when I decided I NEEDED that time to go let out some stress and get back to feeling like myself. For Chris, he needs guy time, or just time to work outside. You have to let your spouse do whatever it is that fill their cup.

3. Take trips together! To each their own, but nothing brings Chris and I closer than taking a trip with just the two of us. I left Graham for the first time to go to Napa when he was four months old. It was hard, but once I went and did it, I felt confident in traveling more without him. Just this year Chris and I have traveled to Germany, Amsterdam, London, and Maui all without G! We try to get away, just the two of us, once every couple of months!

4. Be kind to one another and realize you are each other's best friend. Chris and I are super competitive. It is definitely something we struggle with in our marriage because we are constantly comparing loads of laundry to minutes spent with G. It has bitten us in the butt more times than I'd like to admit, but realizing that we are in this together helps. If I need a minute to catch my breath or go out for a girl's day, Chris is more than willing to take on the G duties. One the flip side, if Chris needs an evening with his friends, or an afternoon to watch football with the guys, I realize that.

5. Rely on help. I know this isn't the case for everyone, but we are blessed to be surrounded by our family and friends who love Graham just as much as we do. Graham has more aunts and uncles that any other kid I know and we truly mean it when we say they are family. Heck, two couples built houses right next to us, so they must like us! Anyways, rely on their help and don't feel bad about it. Parenting is hard enough, so don't think you have to do it all alone!

Bonus: If you can, hire a cleaning service! Seriously! At the end of the day, everyone is tired. I teach all day long then tend to a toddler until Chris walks in the door. Chris works hard all day and walks in to me begging him to take G for 5 minutes so I can pee alone. So, the LAST thing we want to do on a weekend, or when we get free time, is clean! I know this isn't in everyone's budget, but I highly recommend it! Now, Chris and I never argue about who has to sweep or vacuum. Or, who has to do all the dishes, or clean the shower. It is just done and it leaves time for us to spend as a family!

Do you have any tips?? I'd love to hear!

Big News!!

Good morning, friends!

I've been realllyyy absent from this little space of mine, and for good reason. Anyone who is a teacher, knows a teacher, or has kids in school knows how busy the end of the year is. There are activities almost every night of the week during the final weeks of school and that left me with no time to blog!

For the last four years I have been privileged to teach at a Title 1 school in Plano, Texas. Coming from the accounting world where I was doing multi-millionaire's taxes (in Plano), to teaching on the opposite side of (the same) town has been the most humbling experience I've ever been apart of.

I've taught kids who were homeless, in foster care, moved to the country less than a year ago, can't read, wear broken glasses, cry because of violence at home, have lost parents, and have witnessed things that NO ten year old should have to witness.

Everyday I went to school as Mrs. Tucker, but I was really mom, dad, aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa, counselor, and then teacher to these kids. I was their everything.

With all the love that comes with teaching, there are also sacrifices, and those sacrifices have been very obvious this year. Pouring my heart and soul out each day for kids who literally have nothing left me emotionally and physically drained each and every day and that just isn't fair to Chris or Graham. We've ate a record three million bowls of cereal and had approximately 592 sandwiches for dinner the last year and that is not good for anyone.

So, with all that being said, I'm happy to announce that....

I will now be a stay at home mom!!!

I say that very loosely as my Etsy shop has taken off and left me extremely busy, another reason why the last year has been purely exhausting! I'm also looking forward to revamping this little space of mine in order to bring you all more consistent and relevant content.

Even though I am, honestly, a little hesitant to leave the classroom, I am really excited to be more present for Chris and Graham while he is little!

Thanks for reading and being patient with me as I get my life together, but I'm hoping to be back on a regular basis because FREEDOMMMM!!!

Have a great Monday!

My Men

Growing up I always knew whoever I married would have to have the approval of my brother. I compared everyone to him. My brother opens doors for all girls, so should my man. My brother is the most respectful guy on the planet, my man should be too. My brother would never hurt me, neither should my man. My brother would protect me no matter what, so should my man.

When Chris and my brother first met, I knew my brother would have some opinions. If Sam didn't like him, he was out. Although my parent's opinions mattered, Sam's mattered the most. 

Obviously Sam gave the thumbs up in favor of Chris and to see these two together, now, explains how perfect Chris fits in our family. To say I am thankful to have these men in my life is an understatement. Chris calls Sam 'brother' and if I say 'my brother,' Chris corrects me. Chris got a brother out of this marriage deal, and so did Sam. It was a win all around.

I took these pictures of them to get my camera set up for Sam to take our Christmas card pictures. All of the poses were unprompted (and this isn't even all of them!) and they will probably kill me for posting these, but I warned them that all pictures were fair game! This shows off their personalities to a T. Both of them are as silly as can be and do everything in their power to make me laugh. I wonder where they get it from...

60 things...

Today my Dad turns 60. 
I am so blessed to have him in my life and be able to call him my Dad.
To be completely honest, though, I am having slight anxiety about it. 60, wow. I know it isn't that old, but he isn't exactly a spring chicken. The only way I feel as though I can cure this weird feeling I have about my Dad turning another decade older is to write down 60 thoughts I have about him. From stories, to things I love about him, here is a list of 60 things I never want to forget. 

1. I remember calling to tell you I wrecked my car one month into being at college. After lying to you I called you back and told you the truth; my friend was borrowing my car and wrecked totaled it. Once again you said, "Kids will be kids and things like this happen. Thank goodness no one was hurt. Cars are replaceable, but people aren't." I think you might have added in that kids do stupid things, but my stubborn self tried to forget that line :)
2. I love the love you have for your family. We are your world and I know it.
3. Thank you for the countless hours you spent coaching my softball and volleyball teams. You put up with some much and never complained once.
4. Thank you for being there no matter what. I remember calling you to tell you I got a speeding ticket coming home for summer break going 20mph over. I was so worried you would be mad, but I should have known your response would be, "So what? It's a speeding ticket; not the end of the world." You're always so calm about everything.
5. I remember the first time we went skiing when I was seven. I really wanted to go to the top of the mountain before I was ready. We got up there and I freaked out. We had to ride the ski lift back down the mountain and somehow I fell off while trying to load. You jumped out after me and we both had to go to the emergency room on the mountain. You got a rock through your hand and I just had some scratches. You are my real-life Superman. I should add that I still have to hear about how the ski resort didn't take insurance, so that trip ended up costing a pretty penny.
6. I remember you calling me sophomore year of high school to tell me that my phone was being cut off because you found out I had snuck out of the house. You picked me up from school even though I had my license. You wanted to take my car away, but decided that me taking Sam to school was better than you having to take us both.  
7. I remember your 50th birthday party like it was yesterday. Tim and Becky for you a shirt that said DADD - Dads Against Daughters Dating. You thought it was the best thing ever.
8. I remember the tears you cried over Meme's passing. I had never felt my heart so empty.
9.  The game we play where we send each other pictures of our table at a restaurant and we have to guess where we are eating. Chili's is always a dead giveaway.
10. I remember Mom and I telling you she was pregnant. We went to the florist and I got to pick out a bottle with a balloon on it. When you got home you asked me if it was my baby-doll's birthday. Oh how you were so wrong.
11. That one time you told me you would never buy me a sports car and then surprised me with a Mustang...ya I remember that.
12. I love how your idea of "hiding" our Christmas presents was putting them in the office with a beanbag over them. 
13. Speaking of Christmas, all you have every wanted are socks and underwear. Typical man gift.
14. I remember the time you brought me home a stuffed Simba and Mufasa after you had been out of town. That is one of the only stuffed animals I have left. 
15. I remember when you took Alisa and I to the Gap and bought us tons of matching clothes.
16. I love how I order water when we go out to eat, but you let me drink all your Coke. You tell me to order my own, but I never do.
17. Every time you eat strawberry ice cream and you find a huge chunk of strawberry you always give it to me because you know that is my favorite part.
18. I remember when I got in trouble after my basketball game on third grade and you and Mom made me sit in the car while my friend's ate the cupcakes Mom had made for my birthday. Looking back, I totally deserved it.
19. I will, unfortunately, always remember the day you and Mom got me a puppy for my birthday and that same day you accidentally ran over it while my friend and I were in the bed of the truck. After inspection, you and Uncle Randy said, "Sarah, Tommy's dead." Tough love. 
20. I can still see your face the moment I woke up after being hit in the head with a softball while pitching. I just remember laying there and opening my eyes and hearing you say, "Yup, she's alive." You are where I get my "rub some dirt on it" mentality. Mom, of course, was freaking out.
21. I love how you bought a 16 passenger van just so you could drive the entire softball team to the games to make sure everyone was there on time.
22. I love how you (nor Mom) ever put pressure on me (or Sam) to get perfect grades, yet both of your kids graduated at the top of their class. You did something right!
23. I love how you sent me to camp for two weeks every summer. That camp is where I met some of my best friends. 
24. I remember when I used to cut your hair. That was back when you had enough hair to cut.
25. Thank you for taking me to pitching lessons every weekend and being my catcher. You would get pounded with my stray balls, yet you never tried to recruit someone else for the job. You were so involved.
26. Your ability to keep up with my schedule and never miss a sports game amazes me. You allowed me to play all of my school sports, plus year around softball for a team that was an hour away. You and I spent almost every weekend together at one of my tournaments. I remember asking myself how you always stayed awake while driving me home. Now I get it, you have parent power that one day I will possess. 
27. I remember you driving me all the way to north Austin just so I could get this special ice cream I liked.
28. I remember the first time I wore mascara. You made me go in and wash it off. I think it was more of a shock to you that your little girl was growing up, and less of a "you're wearing too much makeup" issue. 
29. On that same note, I remember showing you my first true two piece. The look on your face was priceless. 
30. I love how you always made fun of my reality shows, but you would get sucked in just as fast as I would. 
31. I remember when you got me my own home-phone line so I could talk to my friends. You might have spoiled me, but I'm not complaining.
32. I love how, even at 23, you still let me sit on your lap.
33. Your love of Lifetime movies. All your friends give you a hard time, but you are addicted to those silly rom-coms.
34. Fishing...that's your happy place. 
35. Your love for Mom. You always had her back even when I would try my hardest to prove I was right.
36. I love how you call me, Mom, and Sam all the time. You drive so much for you job, so we know you just get bored "drivin' down the highway."
37. Your wardrobe. Anyone who knows you knows you are a tee shirt and athletic shorts dude. I can't remember the last time I saw you in a pair of jeans. You had to borrow a tux for my high school homecoming. And for my wedding you had to go buy dress pants. I can always count on you to keep me grounded.
38. I am still jealous that your teeth are perfectly straight without braces. I didn't inherit that gene...Sam did. Go figure.
39. Our song..."In 1814 we took a little trip..." The Battle of New Orleans. We have sang this song together since I was teeny-tiny. 
40. Your hands. I could pick your hands out of a crown of a million. Gorilla hands. You are famously known for your huge, rough hands. Chris still talks about the first time he shook your hand when you met him. Let's just say you got your point across with one simple handshake. 
41. I remember when I would get hurt playing softball. You always gave me tough love and now I am the same way. Unless your bleeding, blue, or dead, I'm not too concerned. 
42. You were always the chauffeur for me and all my friends.
43. That time you wrote me a letter while I was at camp for two weeks straight. All it said was, "Mom is out of the hospital and doing fine. Uncle Randy and I will be there on V-day to pick you up. Love, Dad." You incorrectly addressed the letter explaining all the details. You didn't seem too concerned, so I didn't worry. 
44. Your love for animals is so humbling. You are the kindest man in the world. There isn't a dog that doesn't love you. We try to keep Wrigley and Bailey off the furniture, but when you're here, you insist they snuggle with you.
45. I love your stories. You have a story for everything. I can't wait to pass those stories down from generation to generation. 
46. I remember the time you bought Mom Godiva chocolates for Valentines. They melted in the car so you froze them and gave them to her anyways. They were melted into one piece. Priceless.   
47. I remember shooting my first deer with you in the deer stand. You told me I had to clean my kill, but I talked you into doing it for me :)
48. That time I played an April fools joke on you about sneaking out. You and Mom tucked me into bed and I went and drove the car to the back of our property. Sam played a part in the action. You freaked out and it was hilarious.
49. I remember you helping me stack phone books on the riding lawnmower so I would be heavy enough to drive it on my own. 
50. You always tell me, "Don't be a wuss." Best advice ever. Because I am not a wuss, I have experienced so much in life. 
51. If there was anything I ever wanted, you made sure I got it. I had to earn it, but you always made it happen.
52. The fact that you got married to Mom in a "shirt tux" just about lets everyone know what kind of person you are.
53. You're so forgiving. People have done some not-so-nice things to you in your life, but you always manage to get over it. 
54. The fact that you're 60 today and still work a very labor intensive job, but wouldn't trade it for the world, is amazing.
55. You were the person who said that I would end up teaching. You were right. I should have known you would be right.
56. I remember last Christmas when we went skiing and I stayed up with you all night long because you were having an anxiety attack. Mom and I switched off and you were so frustrated with yourself. It wasn't your fault, but you put the blame on yourself. Of course you managed to pull though and we ended the trip at the Hard Rock Hotel playing roulette. I'd say that's a successful trip.
57. I remember when you took Sam and I to a Spurs basketball game (one of the many times) and a guy in front of us was cussing up a storm. You politely asked him to stop and he back talked you. I remember thinking in that moment how it is not a good idea to mess with my Daddy. Lets just say you won that battle.
58. I love how you read my blog and then blame me for keeping you up until 2AM. Like it is my fault you read my blog into the wee hours of the morning. 
59. I remember when you worked for Coca-Cola and Frito Lay and we had an endless amount of chips and Coke. #healthy
60. I am so thankful that you were chosen to be my Dad. We are tow peas in a pod and I can't wait to see what the next decade has in store for you!

Happy 60th birthday, Dad! I love you!

One year ago today my world was rocked.

You can read my toughest post to date {here}.
At this moment, 5:18pm on August 6th, 2013, I am sitting on my bed sobbing. I am overwhelmed with emotion as it just hit me that my Meme has been gone for a year. 
One year ago today she left this earth and it rocked me like nothing I had ever experienced. She was my Meme, my favorite person in the entire world.
I had never experienced loss until her death. I was so blessed to live 22 years with all four of my grandparents. I am honored to get to wear around her wedding ring everyday of my life. It is my most adored possession and I think of her every time I look at it...which is everyday :) 
I won't drag this out, because I should be celebrating her life, but I just felt like documenting these emotions. 
I love and miss you everyday, Meme.
Love, Sarah 

Her and my Granddad dancing at my wedding. The won the "longest love dance" competition for being married 64 years.

Who I Am

For the lack of my brain working up a different post idea, I decided to join in on the fun over at Becky's blog.
This week the topic is "Who I Am." All I think about when I say that statement is this song...
I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me 
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

And this is when it all started...1990 Little Miss California. It should be illegal for a child this small to win trophies bigger than the actual winner herself. Jusss sayin'.

I have always been a rather confident person. Not cocky, confident. My parents believed in me, I believed in me, and He believed in me. I have never really wanted to change who I am, never thought I was too skinny or too fat, never went for a run just because I ate a cookie, and never didn't do something because I thought I would fail. 

I get my confidence from this chick. She's a keeper :)

I would say my favorite thing about me is that I am pretty darn independent. I contribute that to the confidence my parents instilled in me at a young age to be my own person, but know they always had my back. To me, you can't live for others until you independently figure out who you are. There was never anything I couldn't attempt on my own. There was never any challenge my mom said, "oh no honey, that's too hard, or you might fail, or get your feelings hurt." If there was a risk, my parents explained it to me and taught me that life isn't all rainbows and butterflies. You have to dust off your knees and get back up. My parents are the most loving people on the planet, but they didn't sugarcoat much and I thank them x100 for that.

I have definitely acquired the don't sugarcoat anything gene. But then again, that is who I am.

If you ask any of my friends they will tell you I am the one they come to if they want an honest opinion. If you want to truly be told if your butt looks big in that dress, come to me. Why? Because I would want the same honesty from them. If I can't trust my friends, who can I trust! Fake people give fake answers and that makes my heart hurt. 

Who I am. I am open and honest and would tell a stranger my life story if I had time. No, I don't have a life changing experience. I don't have a super emotional story that will leave you in tears. I come from a normal family. Grew up a normal kid in a loving home. Married a normal guy and live in a normal neighborhood.

I have found that I can only be true to who I am when I am an honest, open book. If someone is going to judge me on my looks, or my house, or my car, or my job then so be it. I am who I am, take it or leave it.

With all of this I do struggle. Now, I don't have the "normal" girl struggles about weight or appearance. I have the internal struggles. I struggle with constantly trying to overachieve, anxiety, and unnecessary stress. I get worked up about silly little things that don't matter. As I have become stronger in my faith I have realized that none of this is even in my hands. My anxious thoughts and stresses ultimately do nothing but hurt me in the long run. 

We're normal, right?

Who I am has become so easy knowing I am me, all the time. I am an open book. I have learned to accept my silly family for who they are. I love that my family never acted out of character when they met Chris. They never put on a front or tried to act like anything but themselves. If you knew my dad, you would know that guy is about as real as real can get. I am my father's daughter. That is who I am and their honesty and truthfulness has shown me that true friends are the ones who accept you for EXACTLY how you are.

"I am driving the kids to prom. It's not like other drivers will see I am not wearing pants!!"

 I am a girl who has learned to accept my husband and his many quarks, as he has accepted mine. I am a sister who has learned to nurture and love a younger sibling. I am a fur-momma who has felt a glimpse of what motherhood will be like and I know I have so much love to give. I am a friend who has hurt and been hurt, made up and not made up. Most importantly, who I am is centered around Him and if you judge me, fine, I can take it. But until you prove to me you're perfect, I think the only person able to judge is the big man upstairs.

That is who I am.

Done done done done done done!

I am DONE with graduate school!
I am doing the happiest dance in all of the dancing land right now! 
I technically graduate next Saturday, but instead of sitting through another long boring ceremony for myself Chris and I are headed to see his sister graduate instead!
I can't believe that I have an MBA. So unreal. Only a short two years ago I was walking across the stage for my BBA.

Now I am Sarah Tucker, MD MBA. I mean, I won't actually sign my name like that...unless I need to rub it in Chris's face :)
To celebrate this joyous occasion I think I will treat myself to a pedicure, some wine, and probably some new tennis shoes. Oh and some ice cream. It's not a celebration unless there is ice cream!
And I almost forgot! My adorable parents are coming to visit us this weekend. Both sets of parents and Chris and I are going to see Wicked on Sunday. I am SO excited! I saw it in NYC a couple years ago, so I am anxious to see how it compares down here in the Lone Star State. 
Wicked paired with a bridal shower and some time with the sis-in-law....I have a felling this is going to be a perfect weekend!
Have a wonderful two day vacation!

2012 Tucker Christmas Card: Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Well it is only Christmas Eve, but you know what I mean..

This weekend we celebrated Christmas round one with my family. I am liking this whole multiple-rounds-of-Christmas-jazz. We ate tons, laughed a lot, and had a wonderful time.

Tonight we are headed to Chris's parent's house for Christmas round two. I love the holidays. Having soooo much family time and soooo little work time is purrrr-fection!

I will be going skiing later this week {the 27th} with my family...poor Chris has to stay back and work...so I will be taking a break from blogging in order to concentrate on my ski-slope domination!

Have a WONDERFUL Christmas everyone. May God bless each and every one of you with happiness and joy this holiday season.

Love ya!

Jogger Egg Nogger 15K



Cool and intriguing name, right? That is how they suck you into this race. "Oh, you get an unlimited amount of Egg Nogg after the race!" Why yes, sir, Egg Nogg is all I ever dreamed of after running 9.3 miles. Ummm, not! Barf. By the way, the picture above is for giggles only. No, I will maybe only once never be caught running in a Santa Speedo.

I have told y'all before how I used to play softball in college, which equates to working out. a lot. Fast forward a couple years, and a marriage later and BAM, see ya gym! Wouldn't wanna be ya!

Yup, basically about a month before I married my Prince Charming I kicked the can on the whole working out thaang. I was too busy buying a house, planning a wedding, attending graduate school, and working 65+ hours a week as a tax accountant. Add all that up together and there was no room for the gym.

"I ain't as good as I once was...", as Toby Keith once sang, is my anthem right now. Back in tha day (as in college years) I would spend hourssss at the gym playing racquetball, ping pong, doing aerobics, and chit chatting. Hey, you can't forget about the face muscles! My roommates and I all played sports so we lived in the gym. It was our comfort zone, our happy place. I guess we were gym rats...hahah totally kidding! These days sitting at my desk for 8+ hours a day is an unwelcome change of pace from my past active lifestyle. Add a husband that eats pizza everyday and never gains a pound to the mix, and you get a body that just feels blah.

Blah. Let's break that down. I am not complaining of how I physically look. Is any woman ever completely happy with their body? No, but you must love and embrace what God gave you. I will never be a double zippo. Never ever. So that is not what my goal is. My goal is to just feel better. When someone goes from working out daily, to not working out in months...blah.

This brings me to the Jogger Egg Nogger. Lucky for me I have to coolest sister-in-law ever and she convinced me to run this 15K race with her...IN THREE WEEKS! That is 9.3 MILES PEOPLE! What kind of sister-in-law is she?!? A great one :)

We got to talking and we both just feel blah. Physically and mentally. We just need some activity in our lives. We decided that in reality, we can't run 9.3 miles without stopping after training for only three weeks. After talking it over, we decided we would do it no matter how much we ran or walked! Since I am not planning on running a marathon anytime soon, it just matters that I finish!

Saturday was the day we decided on this, meaning Sunday was one last day to gorge myself on leftovers from Thanksgiving and Monday started "training" day 1.

That leads me to Monday morning. I set my alarm in order to get up and go workout. I snoozed that baby for an hour! Pa-thet-ic! Omg I am embarrassed for even saying that! Ha! I laid in bed and tried to talk myself out of working out. I am my own worst enemy when it comes to going to the gym. At 7:00 AM I decided enough was enough and I was going to the gym to run two miles. No ifs ands or buts about it.

Oh. my. goodness. Why is it that on a treadmill you see the time ticking, but it seems in slow motion? I mean I swear my snooze timer is on some lightning fast timer. One second I hit snooze and beep beep beep, five seconds later it goes off again telling me my ten minutes has already passed! Liar! The treadmill timer is the complete opposite. O..n..e, t...w...o, t..h..r..e..e, and so on. Sooooo slowwww.

Here is the treadmill after my workout. Yes, I ran/power walked two miles in 23:06 minutes. Woo hoo! I didn't even die/pass out/cry-and-make-Chris-come-get-me! Maybe I felt it later when I went to work and had to walk up stairs, or maybe I felt like I was in my prime, but no one has to know that I took the stairs and cringed on every step.

Tuesday was training day 2. I was honestly just proud that I made it to the gym!! The plan was to run two miles again...but my legs felt like jell-o. I ran one mile and was perfectly happy with that. Baby steps Sarah, baby steps. (Baby steps: sign up for a 9.3 mile race after not running for months!)

Wednesday was a busy day at work, starting with an early morning tax training session. I dedicated Wednesdays as my off day. Wednesdays and Saturdays Fridays.

Thursday was exactly like Monday. Literally. I walked/jogged two miles in 23 minutes...whao-buddy...shaved six seconds off that baby!

If anyone wants to run the Dallas Jogger Egg Nogger 15K, it is $40 until December 4th and then goes up to $45. They also have a 5K for the smarter people who would rather not run 9.3 miles.

Does anyone have any advice on training for a 15K in 3 weeks?? I need some secrets, magic, and a whole lotta pixie dust to train for this race!

Days 21-27: What I am Thankful For

I kept a running post on what I am thankful for. Here is the compilation. Can you believe this weekend it will be DECEMBER?!? Wowza!

Day 21: Today I am thankful for not having to go to the grocery store. Seriously, have you seen that place, ehhh zoo??

Someone had to put Turkey on the table! Ok, this was two years ago, but the picture was relevant!

 Day 22: THANKSGIVING. 'Nuff said.

Day 23: Today I am thankful for elastic waste bands. Seriously. After all I ate on Day 22, there was no way I was putting jeans on.

Day 24: I am so very thankful for a wonderful weekend in the Hill Country visiting my family. Love them to pieces.

Day 25: I am thankful that my super-smart-planner-self bought Christmas decorations last year the day after Christmas, that way Chris and I would have decorations for this year...since it will be our first Christmas as Mr. and Mrs. Whoop! (No, I am not an Aggie!) He proposed December 17th, 2011, so I knew we would be married for Christmas 2012.

Day 26: I am thankful for the motivation to get back into working out thanks to a little (actually long) race that my sister-in-law asked me to run with her. If I don't post on December 16th it is because I died running 9.3 miles. Details on the race we are running to come later this week!

Day 27: I am thankful for my sister-in-law being born 22 years ago today! Happy Birthday, Laurs! You da bestest sista in de whole wide world!

I will wrap up the "What I am Thankful For" series on Friday, aka the last day in November for those of you living under a rock :)