Running and flowers

I’ve been getting back into running lately. For the past three weeks, I’ve been following the couch to 5k program, and so far, so good. Except yesterday. Yesterday was not good. It was the last day of week three and I needed to get my third run in.

I did not want to run.

I went to a kick-my-butt yoga class in the morning, then ran some errands. All I wanted to do after that was crash on the couch for a while and read my book. The thing is, when my friend Suzanne and I started running together, I made us these motivation calendars. What’s a motivation calendar, you ask? Well, it’s a calendar where you get to put a sticker when you go running. Little feet for running, stars for yoga.

The only thing that made me go on that run was the thought of not getting a third sticker for the week. Not because I really love stickers (but who doesn’t love stickers?) but because if I didn’t go, that empty space on my calendar would mock me every time I walked by it.

So I went running. I’m not going to lie and say that as soon as I started running, I felt amazing. No. I felt like I was on a run I didn’t want to be on. But about halfway through, I got over my crankiness and enjoyed myself. I really, really enjoyed putting that sticker on my calendar!

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Today, Sunday, is mother’s day. My mom is awesome, which is a good thing, because I’m becoming more and more like her. There is no doubt that I am my mother’s daughter and I couldn’t be happier about it. I hope that, when I have kids, I’m just like her. She used to take my sister and I on all sorts of adventures, playing under a bridge (seriously the coolest thing ever when you’re a kid) letting us take all the lessons we wanted (figure skating, horsback riding and step dancing anyone?) and baked, played, danced, sang, read with us all the time. And I mean all the time. She was, and still is, always there for us.

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Every year, since I was little, I pick May flowers for my mom on mother’s day. Last year, I had a nasty cold and I still stopped by the side of the road and picked flowers for her. This year, don’t ask me what happened, but I forgot. I know! How could I forget!? My mom did not say anything, probably so I wouldn’t feel bad, but when my sister showed up, she asked “Where are the May flowers?”

I couldn’t believe I forgot, so I took my two little cousins and drove out to my “secret spot” so we could pick some for our moms. Sadly, my mom only got a small bouquet, as the kids were so into it, yelling “I found one!” whenever they saw a flower, that I just had to leave more for them.

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Here’s a tip: If you’re going to be walking in the cold, mucky woods, don’t wear thin little flats.

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The rest of the day was spent indoors, eating delicious food and spending time with family. And that included doing the dishes!

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6 thoughts on “Running and flowers

  1. Maman says:

    Merci Manon…..c’est tellement beau! Si tu veux, je peux encore te chanter des chansons lol! Je t’aime, Maman xxx

    • The Bliss Project says:

      I love that picture too! We have lots of us “older” cousins, but it’s nice to have some with the little one too!

      As for my motivation, I think there are two people inside me, the perky, kind of annoying one who always wants to move (she has the voice from an audio tape I had when I was little called “get in shape girls!” It came with a tutu and a barre. Also a headband and wristbands, since it was the 80’s.) And then there’s the couch potato/bookworm who only wants to crash on the couch. I try to divide my time equally between them, so everybody’s happy!

      • the usual bliss says:

        I had the version with the ribbon for fancy gymnastics routines! “You’ll love the feeling…!” So funny!
        I’m inherently lazy. I think that’s why I like hiking- when it hurts, it’s still entertaining. I need to find that with running! 🙂

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