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Sunday April 11, 2010
My Last Run for the 2009-2010 Ski Season.

Family, friends, followers, and unofficial stalkers I am going to be away from my blog for a few days. I know I've been gone a lot recently...but I've come back and will again..don't stop the love cause I WILL be looking for you when I return and hopefully with a lot to say.

Give me a week or so...I've made some wonderful connections here so don't let a little vacation put asunder.

I am going to have a minute to myself if you can believe it. I won't even have any kids underfoot. I'll be on my very own. I don't know the last time I even went to the bathroom alone...or took a bath without someone sitting on the toilet talking to me. I may not know what to do with myself.

My prayer....May I always try to pursue my highest good, and to inspire others to reach theirs... to make time in my life and room in my heart for many different passions and causes, to live what I believe, and teach what I live... to be gentle with others, and with myself... to care deeply about the world and my contribution to it...to be a good person, wife, mother and example to the people whose lives I come in contact with. All the while trying not to slam doors, holler at my children, mumble profanities, and throw my hands in the air as if to say "why God, why me"?

Leave me lots of comments begging me to come back soon!!

Walk Well,
Tina

It's Amazing!

All the pictures are taken from the area I like to run.
(And since I know you'll be asking what kind of camera I use, ha ha...
its an LG Chocolate 3 Cell Phone)
Click picture to enlarge.

The backside of my neighborhood.

As you can see we still have higher elevation snow.
(The last patch in my yard melted today)

Right past those mountains is my ski hill.

I love this place I live.

Ani getting out ahead of me.

Thinking my God in heaven how far is the car.

Come on girl...the only way to the car is over that hill.

Home stretch...

I am not really sure what's happened in the past few weeks...and even less certain what I can write about, just yet...but what I will scatter here today is that exactly 16 days ago I was swept off my feet by a tornado and I have been deep in the vortex of that crazy twister ever since.

Earlier this morning, I was desperately trying to think what I could do to get out of this windstorm. As you all know... when there is snow...skiing is what I normally do for natural stress relief. Even though my local hill is open this weekend....I've been hesitant to go. I am not even in right fame of mind to ski. And with that comment, I can see all my local friends converging on my house. Don't panic, but don't call and ask how I am either unless you've got some time to kill cause THAT is loaded question.

ANY-way.... I reluctantly remembered when I don't ski, I run (and not run away, or run from things or people) but I run...you know to move quickly...more rapid than a walk and in such a manner that for an instant both feet are off the ground. Don't you like the thought of both your feet being off the ground!! The Hippie actually pushed this thought a couple nights ago after a no so good mommy moment....she said "YOU should take a run...and if not for you for your dog who is bored and getting fat". (Don't! She really was talking about the dog).

SO...tired of feeling tired....I was ready to let the funnel cloud spit me out... I had no choice but to get off my arse and get moving...get my heart beating and blood flowing. I am very thankful I did...because as I well know and just couldn't remember... physical activity does produce a certain result in me that I can't buy over the counter or at the liquor store.

I have not ran in a couple of months unless you count the times I've ran to the phone. I have skied a lot, as much as time and snow has permitted but as far as regular exercise... not.me.not.lately which has not been my problem but part of the reason I am not dealing with what is the problem constructively. I was afraid I might die out there today under a partly sunny...mostly overcast sky. I was seriously worried I'd succumb to a major myocardial infarction or a pulmonary explosion.

But NOT so. I ran...slowly (saving my bored and fat dog from her own near death experience). But I ran and I lived and what's better is I felt alive. When I got in the car, breathless, red faced and looking more than slightly like I needed a paramedic...but most certainly not dead...I felt ONE HUNDRED PERCENT better.

Move over my friend in the habit, Steven Tyler might be my new spiritual advisor....baah ha ha. I just had one of those weird moments... I know you've all had them when you hear a song or read a passage and you think I could have said that... I should have wrote that. I can't make a single promise...but I am hoping that things are looking up.

It's Amazing
With the blink of an eye you finally see the light
It's Amazing
When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright
It's Amazing

And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight

If you must, you can spare yourself a rockin guitar solo that goes on for several minutes at the end.