Running Red Momma

I was surfing a website and thought what do cheerleaders have to do with faith or charity? I had the usual stereotypical thoughts go through my head. Well, I guess it was time for me to think again. After watching this: I learned there are far greater people than I in this world. There are souls in this world that have the kind of love which will make powerful change. What a wonderful happy thing for me to learn.

Whenever I heard of people doing yoga, I always thought, "mehhhh, Yoga, how hard is that?" Well, land sakes, it is KILLING me! What I know right now is that I have no balance, flexibility or strength. I guess I was smug being a somewhat flexible marathon runner. I shake, breathe and tremble each time I do it. I have been so excited by what I am learning it has been fun. At the end, I feel a sense of calm that can completely energize me. I was so excited to share this sense of power and peace with my husband. Afterward, he observed, " You know what yoga is good for? Sex." Maybe yoga just gives you want/lack? Anyhow, go try it. I am a believer.

Well, I've been nursing and reading. I'll mention some of more interesting books I have read. Things they carried with them by Tim O'Brien . This books tells several points-of-view accounts in a platoon in Vietnam. It travels around in time and perspective. It examines the power of story telling in our experiences. It gave a real sense of what it was like to be there. It is a gritty account full of swearing. Wonderful writing with complex layers. On the Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta (YA). A girl is left on a small road by her mother. She encounters others who have experienced tragedy and loss. It also seems to be a mystery. It has a sense of mysticism to it. It has a lot of characters and it is difficult to follow. I wasn't sure if I even liked anyone. Suddenly, I was connected to the two main characters and left sobbing. How did she do that? The characters stayed with me and I wonder how they are. Fairest by Gail Carson Levine (YA) . I love fairy tal

A few weeks ago, I was tired of the pinching crap nursing bras I owned. I decided to march on over to a speciality store. I figured I would receive helpful assistance in finding the perfect bra. I had started running again. Although I am not huge, I am still not used to the actually bouncing of my breasts while running. So, I was looking for an excellent running bra as well. I went in; the host of the store seemed pleasant enough. Yes, she insisted on marching in and checking the fit. I will explain she was of the larger variety. Hence, a few inches probably weren't even observable by her. When she measured me, she squeezed the tape tightly and gave me the same number as my pre-pregnancy self. "No", I assured her. "If I had that kind of measurement, I would just need a thin shelf of lycra and I could be on my way." "Well, you are a small one." "Measure again!", I requested. She then went up one cup. I decided to humor her and trie