So I’ve decided to complete the Couch to 10k challenge and completed day 3 of week one today. However Life gets in the way and I tend to find excuses for not completing these types of programs so I thought I needed someone to keep me honest…this is where YOU come in to play.
I’ve decided to video blog my experience along the way which could be a lot of laughs, boring, or might have some helpful tips if you’re interested in doing either the C25k or C210k challenge too.
I chose the C210k since I already run 3 or more miles but do it rather poorly. My goal is to improve my endurance and speed for the shorter run by working on the longer run and avoid any injuries.
I’ll keep the videos short, 3 mins or under, and post at least once a week. Since I’m also working on run training with my dog SoBe there will be tips for running with your fur baby too.
If you want to join me in the challenge, there is an app you can download that is pretty cool for either the 5k or 10k. It has a workout each day/week and tells you when to walk or run and links to your music so you can enjoy it during the workout. If you are interested you can go to your phone app store and download it for iPhone or Android or click the link here for iPhones….(C25k iPhone) or (C210k iPhone)
Hope you enjoy, have a laugh or get inspired but please let me know if you have any questions and I’ll be glad to include in the next video blog.
JB & SoBe
Video Blog 1 Link
Paying tribute to the one and only, read my personal experience attending his final concert here: https://spanishmossseries.com/2016/04/29/prince-last-concert-my-personal-experience/
If you’ve been following along with my personal story of being an adoptee let me begin by saying THANKS! It’s a major part of who I am and the road I’ve traveled and I really appreciate all the love, support and feedback you all have given me! If you missed the first three parts you can catch up here: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 otherwise away we go with the final chapter.
I began to spend weekends with my birthmother, brother and step-father. Even my maternal grandparents ended up staying with my birthmother so I was able to get to know them as well. Learned my grandmothers Sicilian sauce and meatballs recipe and how to make her famous lasagna. Watched the Mets with my grandfather when they were on a hot streak (actually won the WS that year 86′) and helped him “walk the property” which was his code for grab a smoke outside. It was wonderful to really get to know my family, create that lifelong bond and be accepted as part of their lives, them as part of my life and grow our heritage. Continue reading
Yes its been quite a story and now we’re at part 3 of my adoption story. You can get caught up by reading Part 1 or Part 2 here….otherwise here we go:
I was settled in with my new high school, making lots of friends in NYC (you know who you are, love you ladies) and had figured out the subway system for the most part. My birthmother and I had set a date to meet in the city for dinner, I don’t actually remember the date, she might, but I do recall it seems like it was October. I had asked my family to join us in NY for the dinner and our first meeting so my adopted father, and two older brothers came up from NC to join me and be supportive.
My mother didn’t join us, she probably said she had to work or would stay back to give me some space but I understood her position, who wouldn’t? She was supportive but it was most likely very hard for her to watch the two of us meet, chat, hug etc. So I’ve never put her in a position that would make her uncomfortable and recommend other adoptees do the same. Be respectful, think about how it would feel for the other parent, the parent who raised you, gave you a home, a family, and lots of love. Too much for most people to swallow so I respected her decision and never questioned it. Continue reading
And so continuing my personal story of being an adopted, if you missed Part 1 you can read it here, otherwise we left off with my adopted parents telling me that my birthmother reached out and wanted to have some sort of dialogue with me if I was interested.
My adopted father was and still is at 86 very thorough kinda man and he explained that they had vetted my birthmother at least to validate that she was in fact who she claimed to be and how her current family felt about me coming into their lives. My father had collected all the letters, copies of original birth certificates and other documentation into a black three ring binder. As I reached for the binder to read through, a picture of a teen boy dropped out of the binder. I picked up the picture and instantly noticed that this kid looked just like me but with short hair. He could be my twin! Continue reading
So I’ve been asked my adoption story countless times and after years of questions, suggestions from friends and family that the story should be told, a little time of the holidays, and just plain desire to pass along some inspiration to others who might need it, I thought it was time to write it down.
I was adopted at birth, well actually at 3 days old. I always knew I was adopted and what that meant. It’s important to my story that you know there was never foster care or orphanage time spent, I would suspect that would have a very different effect on my childhood, as I’ve heard from other adopted children. I don’t remember a specific time where my parents sat me down to “tell” me but they said in fact they did just that. I must have been very young three or four years of age since it was always known and not a secret. Continue reading