• sisters on a mission.

  • Three sisters. One in Virginia. One in London. One in New York. None of whom wear shorts. Ever.

  • the mission?

    Taking delight.
    Learning Italian.
    Getting to Italy.
    Wearing shorts.
    In Italy.
    June 2011.

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Graduation days have to be some of the happiest of all days.  A feeling of both accomplishment for what you have achieved and nervous anticipation for what’s up next.  I’ve had a few myself – some with ceremonial cap and gown and lots of fellow graduates and others celebrated quietly on my own.

Today marked my final day of the C25K program.  Although the journey was only nine weeks, I still consider it a graduation.  No way would I have thought that I would be running for 30 minutes.  It has been so long since I did that – 8 years to be exact, and I have tried to get going so many times since then.  I guess I just was missing someone to run with.  Thanks girls.

Another milestone today.  I did my week 9 day 3 run in…..SHORTS!  Yes, shorts.  Navy blue running shorts I bought probably in 1999 – the kind with the built-in underwear of sorts.  Hilarious.  I tried them on and looked at myself in the full length mirror for a while.  Then I took them off at the sight of my legs. Put them on again.  Asked my son how they looked.  He checked me out and said I looked kind of funny (I don’t think he has ever seen me in shorts).  Hmmmm, they do kind of balloon out a bit and the dark blue made my legs look even whiter.  But, it was really hot, and I was looking for something special to mark the day so I left them on and quickly went out the door before I changed my mind (I also knew it was Sunday morning and was pretty sure it would be very quiet on the streets).  Maybe this would motivate me to run fast and get home before anyone woke up in London.

My goal was to cross Hammersmith Bridge.  I’ve run/walked to the bridge a few times, but never over it.  I started out with the usual shuffle feeling like 30 minutes would never come.  Finally I got to the bridge. Shoot. Stairs.  I tried to pretend I was Rocky Balboa running through the streets of Philadelphia (no I wasn’t listening to The Eye of the Tiger) and hustled up them.  Crossed the bridge.  Stopped for a quick look around the Thames and  headed back home because miss lady said I had reached the half way point about 3 minutes ago.  I was just starting to loosen up and enjoy myself….always takes me at least 15 to 20 minutes.  I even did an extra 2 minutes at the end just to prove I could.  Yippeee!  I DID IT!

Here’s my graduation cap I always run in and my old trusty headphones (from my walkman).  I couldn’t find any tassels to wear.  You didn’t really think I would put a picture of myself in the shorts getup.  I guess the only thing left to do now is to shoot for the 10K.


the penalty of procrastination

Procrastinated all day on running. Cold. Windy. And very grey out today.

Finally at 3:00, I head out. My worst time of day. And it immediately starts raining. But I persevered. Kelin was at track practice, running. Jonas was inside making sounds and flopping on the couch (sunny work, he calls it). I had to do it. If my less-than-motivated 14 year old daughter could run in the cold, windy, rain. So would. I. I felt heavy. But, I like week 2 of C25K. 6x 1.5 minute runs alternating with 2 minute walks! I was so proud. But then I calculated how much running that actually was. 9 minutes.

My earbuds continued to fall out. But…while I was running, the UPS man came. And delivered my new sport-friendly earphones. Wrap around the back of head. I’ll test them out next run. I also ordered a sports bra. Woah. I’m getting fancy.

Procrastination penalties deserve rewards.

(pic is from the book, Molto Gusto)

Tonight I’m making — not as fancy as your dinner, Cathlin — Pasta Arrabiata from Mario Batali’s new cookbook, Molto Gusto: Easy Italian Cooking. He suggests Pomi tomatoes from Italy.

I’m also going to crack open, on this oddly cold England’ish day in April — one of my favorite Cabernet Sauvignon’s from the Napa Valley. Avalon. “Cabernet for the Soul”. http://www.avalonwinery.com/

Avalon – AKA Paradise
According to Arthurian legend, the town of Glastonbury in the U.K. was once known as Avalon. Avalon has long been associated with paradise. It is a land of souls. Many believe that King Arthur’s soul rests there and will some day rise again to defend England.

on motivation

Taverna Trilussa, Rome, summer 2008

Two years ago we three managed an impromptu girls-only week in Rome.   For years we had been talking about meeting up somewhere and when the opportunity presented itself, we jumped on it.  It was beyond fantastic.  We focused on food and exploring – avoiding the tourists crowds as much as possible.

Mostly though, we enjoyed some much needed sister time without the usual distractions.   At the end of the trip, we vowed to do it again.  Preferably every year – realistically every few years.   Next summer is the three year mark.   The wheels have started to turn.   We’re still trying to decide on a location – Rome is a favorite but there are others high on the list.

The thought of running around Italy again with my sisters, consuming large (but respectable) quantities of pasta and prosecco, and not caring if a breeze catches my skirt and exposes my legs is really all the motivation I need right now to keep up with my training.