mom vs dad part II – assessing car noises

mom vs dad

mom vs dad - evolution as know it.

Around this same time last week, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I had condensed the differences of moms and dads into an everyday checklist and I was pretty sure I had done a good job establishing that “moms rule the world”. But then something happened that kind of threw me back to Square 1 in terms of the reality that there might be many jobs that moms are better suited for and just a few that dads are better at. Here goes explaining what happened…

About 3 weeks a go, my “service engine” light went on in my car. As many others – who might be in my same boat about not knowing much about cars – might do, I started panicking about repairs that my mechanic had suggested that I do but ones that I hadn’t scheduled yet. I racked my mind and thought, “Of course! The timing belt!” So, it was just in the nick of time that I scheduled an appointment at my service shop. “Fewfta”, I thought, “That was close! Perfect timing as I thought I also heard some funny noises drifting up through the car.”

So, my wonderful Endeavor spent a day at the Import Shop getting fixed up. When I went to retrieve it, I, of course, asked the attendant if my “Check Engine” light was still on or if the repair took care of it. A natural question in my mind. The attendant then politely told me that the timing belt had nothing to do with the engine and that he would be happy to look at those “codes” if I wanted to bring it back in. “Huge Bummer, I thought! I bet that noise is still there!”

I drove home and, sure enough, I could hear the noise. When I turned around corners, it sounded as if someone was filling a drink up. It was actually a cute noise that I really liked butwhat the heck was wrong with my engine!?

I continued to fret over the problem for the next several days as the “pouring the drink” sound continued to get louder and louder. I kept telling Chris about it – saying, “It’s like someone is pouring a soda. What it is and how much do you think it will cost?!”

Finally I reached a point where I was going to schedule a new appointment and prepare for major work. I canceled appointments, planned to work around my house because I wouldn’t have a car and even started saying small prayers that my car was going to make it when I went out on short errands.

And, then, a strong realization hit me…”the soda” was just being poured when I turned LEFT! It was a steering problem! I was so clever! That night, I told Chris that the “drink was just being poured when I turned left” but I’d take my car in soon. He then suggested that he knew what the sound was and he had me follow him to my car. I was so excited! Maybe a major repair wasn’t needed after all!…

We went out to the car, me skipping with joy, and then I thought, “What the heck is he doing” as he opened the trunk. There my problem was… a Fischer Price Tea Set (pictured below). Yes, a toy I had purchased for a gift then decided to return was set close by the driver’s seat wall. As for “the Soda”: when I turned left, gravity pushed the little tea-pot all the way against the wall making a “pouring” noise.

Well, again, that story speaks for itself. While I did have the noise partially right – in the end it was Tea and not Soda:) – I guess I needed the dad in the house to decode ”the pouring”. Ah, Moms and Dads….we each have our unique jobs:)

mom vs dad…in a checklist

Hi there. I know, it’s been a while. In a nut shell, I’m been fairly busy running in my spare time so I’ve left my blog alone for a bit. In reality, I’ve been writing all sorts of stories in my mind - just finding it hard to put them down on the keyboard when I’d rather go to bed early! I do plan on sharing my running adventures with you in the coming weeks as I’ll be running my first stand-alone marathon in nine years on May 6th. Hard to believe how fast time has flown since Boston 2003! I’ve had SO much fun training for the approaching race and have certainly fell in love (all over again) with running. It’s one pure simple movement that I love from the bottom of my heart and it’s been so fun rediscovering this. However, that’s not what motivated me to open up my Worker-Mom adventures today. What motivated me today was having the chance to share this photo with you:

Mom vs. Dad Packing List

The nature of mom versus dad...condensed in a packing list.

What is it, you may ask? Here goes:

This past weekend, we had the great pleasure of traveling to Boston for my sister’s wedding. It was a grand weekend that took a bit of planning (as all trips with kids do) as I had to get organized for Baden, Chris and me to go to Boston while preparing Holland for her weekend with Kristen (2 formal long dinners and an outing to a Red Sox game aren’t exactly toddler-friendly so we decided it was best for her to stay in Colorado). I spent a couple of weeks preparing to be sure the trip was as low-stress as possible given we were leaving our sweetie behind. I put together check boxes, a layered to-do list and spent many hours combing over details of what had to happen. On the morning of the departure, I was feeling GREAT (aside from knowing that we had to say goodbye to Holland). It was 7am, we were leaving at 7:45am and everything was really set! I was enjoying a cup of coffee in the kitchen while doing a one-over assessment in my mind when Chris sauntered down the stairs still in his pajamas, wandered over to me and said “What can I do to help?” as he grabbed a post-it note and formed his own list. I don’t think I gave it all much thought at the moment and then asked him if he could help with the car seat switchover to Kristen’s car. Then, as time ticked by and we were on our way out the door, I noticed Chris’s check-list on the counter, took a look at it and laughed out loud. Ha! The simple thoughts of men. He even included his wallet:)!

So, I’ll let the photo speak for itself. Quite funny. The difference between a mom and a dad – condensed into a check list!

 

dressed in business casual…and skiing furiously

It doesn't matter what you wear, it matters that you got your work-out in.

I had the good fortune of spending today’s lunch break skiing at the Frisco Nordic Center. It was awesome and I booked 14 miles. While out there, I wondered how many other 9-5ers were fortunate to be joining me over the lunch hour and, as I wrapped things up, I confirmed that there was at least one other. Here’s what went down…

As I casually organized my skis and poles while preparing to leave the Nordic Center, I saw a finely dressed middle-aged man (wearing khaki pants, a genuine leather belt and a pressed, checkered button down), step out of his car with proper Nordic boots on, walk 10 meters to where the groomed trails started, throw his skis down, clip in and shoosh away. I found myself staring in somewhat disbelief without even one thought rolling in my mind – I was frozen in time and taking it all in. After about 20 seconds of watching him ski down the trail/make his way down the hall to a board meeting, I collected my thoughts and quickly decided it was potentially the most impressive display of athletic enthusiasm I’d ever seen. And, because I was so impressed, I’m about to do something that my mom has passed down to me…I’m going to make completely uneducated assumptions and piece together the business casual skier’s story and what he was doing there at that specific time in that set of clothing. Here goes:

It was 12:38 when I wrapped up my lunch-break ski and I’m guessing that the Business Casual Skier was just starting his. He works in downtown Frisco and has an hour lunch break. It takes him 5 minutes to drive to the Nordic Center, 2 minutes to put on his boots and 1 minute to organize his phone/wallet/keys and walk to the groomed trails from his car. He has an hour exactly for lunch so he’s down to 52 minutes before he needs to be back at the office which really leaves him 44 minutes to ski because he needs time to take his boots off/drive back. If he wanted to change into Nordic gear, this would add 5 minutes to the front of his ski and 5 minutes to the back of his ski so he makes the executive decision that he wants the full 44 minutes to ski versus the 34 he would have if he was consumed by wardrobe issues. He figures, “I’ll make the most of my time on the trails and I’ll go in my work clothes!!” SMART! Not only is the skier well dressed…he’s sharp!

I just want you to remember this next time you might think you don’t have time to exercise. And, now that I had this experience today, I’ll take the opportunity to reference other “unique” exercise attire I’ve seen…Just yesterday, I saw a man running in street clothes (I know he was out exercising as he had a Walkman with him and I even saw him looking at his watch checking his pace). And, last year around this same time, I took a ski lunch break at North Boulder Park and something very similar happened…I chanced to be taking my skis off and leaving the course at the same time as a guy dressed in full Nordic spandex. I admired his gear as he made his way to the car next to mine and, kid you not, in the time it took me to put my skis in my trunk and grab a Clif bar out of my glove box, I happened to notice that the he had done a complete wardrobe change and was backing out of his parking spot wearing a full suit and tie. Readers: he did this change in less than 90 seconds – I’m not making this up. It was astonishing.

So, at the end of the day, here’s why I wrote this: We’re all busy, we all want more time and we all make excuses for not doing things we should do to take care of ourselves. So, next time you have a 45 minute lunch break - or a 30 minute time slot before you need to pick up the kids – and want to fit in a run/ski/walk/etc. but don’t think you have time, think of these examples and make it work with the time you have. Be it wearing your full 9-5 attire on a 20 minute walk, fitting in a run w/out having time to take a quick shower right after (it’s okay!!!), or skiing furiously in a collared shirt…just go for it! There’s a way to fit it in if you really want to!

it’s official…i’m a colorado nordic racer

Racer #225 and sporting a huge grin.

And, here’s my full report…

My race day probably started out like every other racer’s…up at 5:45am watching the movie Earth with a child – who’d struggled throughout the night with a bad cough – while also sharing a breakfast of granola/yogurt/blueberries with another child – who wouldn’t settle for anything less than having a full fist in a cereal bowl. Between 5:45 and 8:30am, it was your typical racer’s prep: being sure that skis were properly waxed, that diapers were changed, that there was a proper supply of energy/food supplies packed and being absolutely certain that toys hadn’t been shoved down vents. After all the morning tasks were crossed off the list, it was time to head to the mountains for the big race!

With a big smile, I hopped in the car and made my way towards Devil’s Thumb Ranch – a drive that takes 1.5 hours in good weather and low traffic. Like most of the times that I’ve been there, the skies were clear and the drive was just gorgeous. It had snowed the night before at Winter Park and Berthoud Pass – giving everything a beautiful dusting of snow. As always, I was struck with awe coming over Berthoud to see the entire Fraser Valley appear as a perfect quilt of green pines and snow. It’s a drive that has become familiar the past two months (we’ve done it 5 times!) but one that becomes no less magnificent. It’s a perfect back drop for any Nordic enthusiast hoping it will lead to ideal trails… because it does!

I arrived at DTR around 10:45am and had about an hour and a half before my race kicked off. Now, for any hopeful Nordic reading this, pay attention because that 90 minutes proved to provide me the biggest learning opportunity of the day as I astutely took in my surroundings. Being a person that hopes to blend in with that crowd someday and appear to be a real competitor, here are my key mental notes/lessons learned as I stepped into the “registration/prep area” for the Governor’s Race:

  • It’s absolutely paramount to have a Swix Tech Packs if you want to fit in.I’m not kidding when I say that I saw at least 10 of these within the first 30 seconds of being in that room. In fact, taking this very picture was one of the first things I did upon my arrival. I have no idea how I’m going to justify a purchase of this bag to my husband but the Nords-person in me will find a way. It actually could be easier than I think. After all, I’m dealing with a man who bought a bike to match his cycling kit.

    A must at any Nordic race.

  • Nordic race bibs make you feel slightly quick.Don’t get me wrong, I’m not very fast on the actual Nordic course but when you pick up your race packet and are handed a polyester-blend race number that doesn’t require safety pins or a racebelt to wear, something just screams “pro”. And, not only do you feel quick, you feel a little more cool.

    Racer #225. Only good things can happen in race bibs like these!

  • Act your age. When you walk into a Nordic race “prep room” and spot the US Men’s Nordic Team, act your age. Let me interpret this from my actual actions at the Governor’s Cup: I walked into the registration room and noticed a group of men wearing “US Nordic Team” on their beautiful Swix black parkas and my heart rate sky rocketed. After picking my race packet up and calmly assessing how my hair looked, I found myself pondering if I should situate myself close to them “over by the fire.” It was after about 10 seconds of hashing this over in my mind that I quickly returned to reality: Oh yes! Not only was I married and the mother of two young children…but I was probably a full decade older than most of the handsome skiers. So, I walked across the room and sat down at a table on the other side. Like I said… and as difficult as it might be: Keep your cool, focus on the race and…act your age.
  • Wear as much Swix gear as possible to appear that you know what you’re doing.It wasn’t just the US Men’s team decked out in their fancy Swix parkas, it was the huge banners, the Swix hats that were passed out at registration and just the sheer volume of Swix logo decked out on the skiers around me. It was clear from the second I walked in the room that: Craft is okay; Swix Rules. So, there I stood in my Craft pants and Craft wind shirt and did the only thing one might expect in a moment of fashion crisis…I reached for my credit card, ran down to the Nordic store and bought one Swix item to have for the race – a water bottle belt. Fewfta, that was a close call for a girl who wants to fit in.

    Credit cards come in handy for fashion rules!

  • Dress the part. The same rules apply to Nordic races that apply to other sports I’ve raced in. When going to my triathlons, I wore tri gear. When I ran in the foot races, I’d dress like a runner. Bike race? Yes, a proper kit. This rule applies to Nordic events, too, and might be even more important as illustrated in the following examples: An average Joe doesn’t wake up and say, “Geez, I feel like skate skiing today. I think I’ll drive into the mountains and do a race” where he could actually say, “Honey, there’s a 5K in the park that I think I’m going to do this morning” or “Hey, Fred, we’ve got some mountain bikes…let’s do that sprint triathlon next weekend”. These kinds of “trial examples” just doesn’t happen for Nordic races. Every person there was decked out in proper attire. Had I put on my bike jacket (which I quickly decided against after assessing the crowd), I would have been the single lone person there in non-Nordic apparel. Have no fear…fashion protocal is alive and well. Even in the Shoosherville: dress the part.

After taking in the above thoughts and any necessary action required to “feel the Nordic love”, it was time for the actual race. It was at 12:05pm when the gun went off for the 17km race (which had been changed to a 15km race due to low snow). Feeling a rise in my pulse as the shot was fired, with about 40 other racers surrounding me, I did the first 25 meters with an ear-to-ear grin as we “double poled” our way to the skate legal line. From there, it was complete bliss for the next hour and 6 minutes. I shooshed, glided, dug deep, breathed hard, climbed, listened to my pounding chest, smiled and took it all in as deeply as I could. The course was breathtaking and I had to do everything in my power to not stop and take a few pictures and videos. I know this sounds completely corny as I can’t remember ever thinking, “Geez, I should stop and take a picture” out on the triathlon course or during a marathon but the Nordic world is still just so new and wonderful to me so maybe it’s that new feeling that triggers something in the mind that gives you that “I need to take a photo to make it last longer” feeling. But, during the race I somehow contained myself and realized that, picture or no picture, “Nordic isn’t going anywhere! I’ve got the rest of my life for it”.

So, with that, I crossed the finish line at 1:06:23. As it turns out, the course was actually much shorter than a 15k (I’m guessing over a mile!) and I have to admit the finish was a little anticlimactic as I thought, “That’s it?!” No Norwegians ringing cowbells from tree branches or skiers hurling themselves over the finish line ensuring that every ounce of energy was left on the course (Sorry, if you were expecting me to be the only person to do that, 9th placer versus 10th just wasn’t worth it to me)??!!. After crossing the line, I nearly asked if I could just do the loop again and switch to the 30km division. But, then I looked around…I was in Colorado, living my dream and, like I said earlier…Nordic was with me to stay.

So, I packed up my things, threw on my new Swix hat, made my way back over Berthoud Pass, picked up a pizza for the family for dinner, went home, changed a diaper, made up some Ants-on-a-log, read a few bedtime stories and then unpacked my skis. Priorities are priorities and mine are right this time. I may have been 10th on the course…but I’m a Champion at home… and very happy to be an official CO Nordic Racer.

Stay tuned as I hope to complete a full 42km marathon on 3/3! Chris said it himself…if I’m going to make a drive to do the race…I might as well go for it:)!

just like christmas eve…garmin is charged

Garmin is charged and ready!

Wait, I meant “the cookies are out”. No wait, I meant “I won’t be able to sleep tonight”. No, no…I really meant: “Tomorrow I’ll be doing my first Nordic ski race in Colorado and, just like Christmas Eve, I won’t be able to sleep tonight”:) Whoah – this is just way too exciting to put sentences together!

But, it’s true: I’m racing the Governor’s Cup – 17km Skate Ski – at Devil’s Thumb Ranch tomorrow and I can hardly wait. All day long I’ve been checking the forecast, drinking lots of water and recrossing my “race ready” checklist in between work and bedtime stories and now…I think I’m really set to go!

Wish me luck as I shoosh off to Nordic Glory (which for me tomorrow is simply finishing the race with a smile). The skis are waxed, my new racing shirt is washed and my Garmin really is charged. Stay tuned for a full race report…after a post-race beer!

what is countless?

A walk on the Ken Caryl Trails on MLK Day

It’s the number of times I’ve thanked God that we ended up in Ken Caryl Valley.

We love it here and I grow more and more fond of our corner of Denver each day. Just yesterday, on MLK Day, I went for a walk on our trails with my family. They had a jump-start on the hike as I came straight from work so I had about 10 minutes of solitude as I caught up to them. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was slowly sinking beneath the mountains. As I walked, I found that the only thing I could hear was the crunch of snow beneath my feet and the wind flowing through the Valley. It was so peaceful – best described as that warm feeling that comes with the comfort of winter’s long nights. I looked around and, as I’ve done countless times, thanked God that we lived in such a perfect spot for us.

It’s now been nearly 17 months – not of which a day hasn’t gone by without thankfulness. We are in the place that was made for us and I’m so happy. Okay, maybe a little of today’s happiness comes from the fact that I’m doing my first Colorado Nordic race on Saturday (and second one ever!) but it’s the best kind of happiness in the world. One that comes with pure and utter gratitude.

It’s been a great 17 months! Looking forward to COUNTLESS more!

a true skiing family

Holland joins me for some shooshing around Devil's Thumb.

Well, we did it. All four of us skied on the same day and I can now officially declare us a true skiing family. It was a banner of a blue-sky New Year’s Day when the four of us drove from the foothills to the mountains for a family day of skiing. I must thank a fellow blogger and skiing enthusiast, The Brave Ski Mom, for offering me something to contemplate as I dreamed about making the “family ski day” happen over the past year. It was about six months ago when I read something in her blog that really struck a chord. She referred to a friend of her’s who said something along the lines of this to her children: “We are a skiing family. You’ll ski. We are a biking family. You’ll bike.” Now, some of you may read this in a unpositive light – forcing hobbies and activities on to children. But I don’t. I view it as something positive. I think it’s fair to say that one of the reasons we choose to have children is that we hope they’ll end up something like us. It’s not to say that I don’t believe that individual spirits will find a way to shine and that I won’t encourage my children to choose their own activities but, on the same hand, I don’t think there is anything wrong at all in encouraging them to embrace what we, as parents, like to do either. Particularly at young ages when children look for guidance from their parents. I also like to believe that children pick their parents as much as parents choose to have children so that is further reason for me to personally believe that children want to follow in (some) of the foot steps of their parents. So, back to our skiing adventure…

Holland and I dropped off Chris and Baden at Winter Park for them to take their first crack (ever!) at the slopes there! From Winter Park, Holland and I drove 15 minutes down the road to Devil’s Thumb where I shooshed her around the Nordic course for a couple of hours (Well, we got in 7 miles which personally seemed like a full marathon to me. It’s a work-out!) Not only did she love every minute of it in the Charriot (well, she was quiet as a mouse with her eyes sometimes half-open with a smile) but Chris also called the trial “Baden’s best day on the slopes” ever. So, it is now fair to say that our first true day of being a family of four hitting the slopes/snow together went off without a hitch. We had both of our kids enjoying the outdoors via skis and it was great…and we’ve now officially recruited them to our skiing and biking family! Thanks to you, Brave Ski Mom, for helping me believe it’s perfectly okay to recruit your kids to “join your team!”

Stay tuned as we make more of those days happen. I’ll need it…I’m doing an official race in two weeks. Wow!