September 29, 2012

so i'm supposed to run a marathon...

In the busyness that has been my life, I may have forgot to mention on The Blog that I registered for the Twin Cities Marathon. Like three months ago.

The plan was to run with my brother (his first marathon) and my dad. My brother bailed out a few weeks ago citing "no time to train." My dad is still in but his training has been sub-par. As for me, after four weeks of running zero miles, I logged a whopping 12 last week and am currently up to 23 for this week. They've all been knee pain-free.

So here's our race plan: We're going to start and run until we feel like stopping. If we make it to the finish, awesome. If we don't, no biggie.  Either way, I'm not leaving my dad. I owe him a marathon.

My dad is the reason I started training for a marathon in 2007. We had trained the whole summer, I got injured, and he ran alone. That was the hot year and watching him suffer on the course made my resolve to run it the following year even stronger. 

2008 was my first marathon. And my dad's fourth (I think). We lined up together in the start corral but had different race plans, so with a hug and an I love you, I ran ahead. I didn't see him until he crossed the finish line.  

i love my dad's face in this one
So this is our year.  If all goes well, we'll be crossing the finish line together. If not, we'll be drinking beers at like 10 a.m. It's pretty much win win.

September 24, 2012

a week in review (but mostly baby pictures)

too cute
This past week was crazy busy. This post is mostly just incoherent rambling because I'm exhausted. Skip the words and look at the cute baby pics.

First Love played host to Luke Holter for the The Holy Ghost Fire Tour and Luke and his team came into town late late Monday night. Luke brought his wife Grace and their nearly 4 month old baby girl, Gemma Love.

In addition to Luke, Grace and the cutest baby ever, there were also three twenty-something dudes from his team that he brought. That made six people staying in the Ministry House.

Monday was filled with a ton of cleaning (they had just replaced all the windows and there was stuff everywhere) and fridge stocking. I didn't think they would appreciate that I only had veggies and coconut milk in my fridge.

They rolled in about 3 a.m. Tuesday morning and I made everyone breakfast (18 eggs, in case you were wondering). After cooking and clean up, there was a ton of baby holding. Loved it.

That night we had a "baby welcoming party" for Gemma. I helped with food, decor and games.

i wasn't responsible for the awesome trifle and cupcakes (thanks, heather!)
Wednesday was a down day so I jetted up to Bloomington to hang with my grandparents and run some errands.

Thursday was the first day of the conference so there was plenty to do to get ready. I spent a few hours cutting up veggies and making a pasta salad.

Friday was a full day of baby watching to let Luke and Grace have some much needed alone time (4 weeks of traveling in a van with three other guys can get a little old). I mostly just took a bunch of pictures.

We had our second conference session that night and I added three overnight guests to my house. That makes nine people if you're counting and two late nights in a row.

Saturday morning was an amazing breakfast down at my parents' house. Waffles. Bacon. Homemade jam. I left feeling fueled for our busy day ahead.

luke showing mn some love
We had two sessions on Saturday with dinner in between so it was a solid day of activity. Luke and his team had to leave early on Sunday morning so I helped with Gemma so they could pack that night. Five hours later I was awake again to see them off and then get ready for church . 

Suffice it to say I was a little tired yesterday.

And today... Today a new adventure began.

September 17, 2012

sometimes you have to do nothing

So my last good run had been 28 days ago. I know I've mentioned the knee pain I had been having but think I forgot to mention that I wasn't running. Sure, there were a few futile attempts where I'd make it less than half a mile, but no mileage to speak of. Biking, yep. Elliptical, yep. Swimming, once.

Last Friday (like 10 days ago Friday), I saw a chiropractor (cheaper than an MRI) but he said he couldn't feel anything "wrong." 

Feeling defeated, and not like spending money on another doctor , I decided to take a week completely off. No gym, no weights, just disgusting inactivity.

All of that laying around got me thinking about my injury. I realized that my knee pain started when I switched out of my Mizunos and started wearing a Brooks training flat, usually reserved for speed work or races. I wore them for one run after my Mizunos got really muddy and I was too lazy to clean them. Duh.

So yesterday, my seventh day of complete rest, I went and got a new pair of Mizunos.

Today I ran 5.3 pain-free miles. It was awesome.

1. Sometimes taking a complete break really is the answer.
2. Don't be an idiot and run all your miles in your training flats.

September 16, 2012

sleeping sickness

I have it because it's 1:47 a.m. on Sunday morning and I'm wide awake.

And it's the name of this song that I can't get enough of.

September 14, 2012

let's talk tats

It's #6 on my list.

Suggestions? Cautionary tales?  

While I'm not looking to completely sleeve out my arms, I've found these tattoos to be particularly inspiring.

Oh, and just in case you want to warn me about how it might look when I'm older...

Source: via Heather on Pinterest

He still looks pretty badass.

September 10, 2012

maybe later on

Lipstick, she says. I need to put on lipstick.

We're only going out to sit on the lawn.  

Lipstick before we leave the house. 

This is an old habit of hers, one she remembers. Other habits-- changing clothes, showering, wiping after using the toilet-- have become less important. Forgotten, in fact. 

Today it took me no less than five times of reminding her that she needed to dress for the day. A simple task is now a conversation, a discussion, a debate. 

Logic is lost. 

Once I coax her into her room, her clothes laid out on the bed, I leave her to dress. Minutes later I find her in the bathroom, only having changed out of her pajama shirt. 

Back to square one. The same conversation, her same questions, my same answers. 

After a half hour we are outside. Our conversation now centers around three topics: how quiet the street is, where Caroline is (her neighbor), and where my Grandpa is (the garage). 

Suddenly, a shift: Want to hear some poetry? she asks. Before I can give a response, she begins: I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills when all at once I saw a crowd a host of golden daffodils beside the lake beneath the trees fluttering and dancing in the breeze...

She recites all four stanzas, her tone without inflection, her tempo fast, as if she is trying to get it all out before her mind betrays her. 

I am amazed and bewildered. 

Meals on Wheels arrives promptly at 11:00 a.m.

We don't need that! she cries indignantly. 

She doesn't realize she hasn't cooked in over a year. She doesn't remember they've been coming Monday through Friday for the past six months. 

Let's change your shoes and go for a walk, I say, more as a distraction than a serious suggestion.  I know her answer before she gives it:

Not right now. Maybe later on.

September 7, 2012

so what do you do?

Since leaving my job in June, I get a lot of questions about what it is that I do everyday. Many people mistakenly assume that I have loads of free time and can do whatever I want, whenever I want. That would maybe be the case if I was a selfish jerk-- or, perhaps more realistically (because how many selfish jerks can there be, aside from all the ones I've dated?), if I miraculously had a paycheck coming in every two weeks. In fact, I haven't deposited money into my account since July. Happily, today was the first day I had to transfer money from my savings account to my checking account.

It's called living within your means, America. Try it.  

This is not to say there haven't been some sacrifices. I chose to leave a job that made me grossly unhappy and chose not to take a traditional job so I could be there for my grandparents as needed. To make this work, I moved back to my hometown. Away from friends. Away from running trails. Away from a social life. 

Most of the time I'm okay with all of this but there are some days (a lot of days, actually) that I want my simple life back. You know, the days where I didn't have to help my grandma shower, or remind her that she needs to be wearing an adult brief, or to tell her where my grandpa is for the tenth time in five minutes, even though he's just in the living room. I wish I didn't feel guilty every day I'm not able to be there. (There were many more I wish statements that I deleted because I realized it sounded like whining.)

But seriously, the fact that I'm even able to do this speaks to my tight-knit family and how they'd do anything to support me. I understand and appreciate the fact that not everyone has this.

Anyways, back to A Day in the Life of Hannah.... 

It's not an exaggeration to say that every day brings something different. There was a week where I did not spend two consecutive nights in the same place. Given my large, blended family, there is never a shortage of people who need help with something (like house-sitting) and I've become the official Errand Girl of the Schroeder/Wagner clan. I pick up and drop off kids. I cook. I babysit. I clean and help out with miscellaneous house stuff. 

Since I'm living in the Ministry House, I have a whole house I am responsible for. Right now I'm trying to combat a mouse problem. And I recently had an Edward Scissorhands moment with an electric bush trimmer I discovered in my garage.   Significant damage was done to the shrubs out in front of the house.   
The most job-like thing I do is admin stuff for First Love. I make phone calls and schedule things for upcoming conferences. I update the website. I plan. I organize. (And because it's my family's ministry, any time I'm with them is a potential business meeting, like the other morning when my mom came up for coffee and we talked details of our next event for two hours.) 

So that's my life in a nutshell. For now. Things will be changing drastically in a few months but more on that another time...

September 3, 2012

goals progress and finger painting

Happy Labor Day! 

I'm sure many of you are enjoying the three day weekend and are probably upset about having to go back to work tomorrow. I, on the other hand, don't have to go back to work tomorrow. Before you get all jealous and stuff, just remember that you A) get a paycheck; B) have a fairly predictable schedule; and C) live within 5-10 minutes of a frozen yogurt shop.

These past few weeks (months? years?) are flying by and have been filled to the brim with activity. (More on the boring life stuff some other time.) In exciting news, last Tuesday  night I crossed off #5 on my 2012 list. 

Earlier this spring, Colleen alerted me to a Groupon for something called Wine and Canvas. They describe it as a painting class with cocktails. Yes and yes! I immediately scooped up two seats, knowing that it would be a great girl date for my (former) work-life partner and me. 

The class last Tuesday worked with both of our schedules and was a painting that we both wanted to paint. It was a take off of Van Gogh's Sunflowers- for whatever reason they don't paint them exactly like the actual painting, probably to make it easier for everyone. 
 the original (source)
the artist's rendering (source)
Our class was at Mozza Mia on 50th and France and they had everything set up in the party room. I took this picture early on before all the seats were filled but I think by the time the class started, only a few chairs were empty.

Each class is led by an artist/instructor who guides you through the steps of creating your own masterpiece. They provide you with all of the materials that you need (canvas, brushes and paint) and also give you an apron to wear.
the aprons were freakishly long
Colleen and I didn't waste any time ordering something to get our creative juices flowing. 

The instructor walked us through step-by-step about how to place the vase and the table. It was pretty much like a big game of  "connect the dots."

Then we moved on to filling everything in and he gave us pointers on what brushes and colors to use, as well as different techniques to achieve dimension and color variations.

We took a short break to let the wall and table portion of our canvas dry before we began adding flowers. We plotted out each flower location with dots and then began painting in flowers. I got pretty into it at that point and stopped taking pictures. (Luckily they had a staff person walking around with a camera and I lifted these off their Facebook page. )

colleen and I are immediately to the right of this woman. see us in the background?
i love wine painting!

i may have embarrassed colleen a few times with my exuberant shouting

Perfectionists Some people wanted a lot of instruction and would wait for him to tell them what to do next. I was content to mix colors and paint away. At one point I began using my fingers to blend colors together and that opened up a whole new world. 

almost done

The instructor was super helpful and encouraging all throughout class. He would say things like This is Impressionism, people. Yours should not look like your neighbors. And it was true, everyone's painting looked different. 

I think I said (shouted?) This is so much fun! at least ten times. I can't wait to pick another event and continue to add to my collection.