Pink Giraffe Musing

I cannot help but look back at 2011 in sheer amazement. I almost wrote....at what happened to me. But it didn't happen to me. I did it.  And that still shocks me sometimes. For those of you who haven't been a part of the journey with me... on February 17, 2011 I joined a boot camp.  I lost inches, and pounds, got stronger (mentally and physically),  and found the part of me that was really me, that I had given so fully to my roles of wife and mother, that I got lost along the way.  I feel more like me than I have in probably a decade, and I stand in awe of it all sometimes. In October of 2011 I made my goal weight, and ran my first 5K. My neighbor said this to me (and I paraphrase).........there is no magic potion or pill or fix. When you couldn't run down this street, you walked, and when you could run a little, you did, and when you could run a little more, you did, until you could run the whole thing. And, I was like, wow, you're righ...

(Me, back in the day) I didn't want to coach basketball this year.  I thought my daughter could benefit from learning from someone else for a change, and I thought I could use a break from it.  The practices are fine, but the games.  Oh, I just find the games to be too stressful.  And by too stressful, I mean that if I have more than one cup of coffee before a game, my legs shake while I am coaching.  I don't know why.  I am not playing for a national title, or really any title (although we are currently tied for first in our league).  But, coaching games makes me sweat, get a dry mouth and sweaty pits, and I really thought I would sit on the bench this year. That being said, I do love teaching and I love the game of basketball.  And, I love teaching the game of basketball.  I especially love teaching it to girls.  I love to see them grow...not just in dribbling, shooting, and rebounding, but also in confidence, because...