Posted in May 2010

Sometimes I Get It Right. (Or Do I?)

Yesterday afternoon, DJ had a play date with his best friend “Adam.” They went to Adam’s soccer practice and then to Chuck E Cheese. The kids were kids and they ate a little, played a lot and took pictures on the little ride-along-side-Chuck-E-car-thingy. The pictures were cute and made it very clear they had a great time. They each brought home five (!?!?!?!) of them.

This morning, DJ came up to me as I was getting ready and asked if he could bring the pictures to school to show his friends. What I wanted to say was “no” and just leave it at that. Instead I put my hairdryer down, sat down and talked with him.

I asked DJ how he would feel if his friend “Jake” went to Chuck E Cheese with Adam instead. How would he feel if they then brought the pictures into class? Would he be happy or sad? Would he feel left out? He said he’d feel sad then asked, “So can I take them?”

Um, that didn’t go exactly how I thought it would.

I responded, “Look, DJ, I’m not going to tell you what to do. You’re a big boy now and you can make this decision on your own. I just hope that you think about how you’ll make your friends feel before you decide.”

I picked up my hairdryer and he walked away. As we left the house, I noticed the pictures, all five of them, were still sitting on the table.

I was proud of him. And perhaps a little proud of myself too. Afterall, I could have just said no and that would be that. Instead, I taught him an important lesson. Woohoo! I’ll be accepting my MOTY award any day now.

But alas, the story continues…

As we were heading to the car I noticed he was carrying an index card and a pencil. I asked what he was writing. He got a coy smile on his face and held up the card so I could see it. At the top it read, “Chuck E Cheese birthday party.” (Note: His birthday isn’t until September.) There were 25, yes that’s right 25!!!!! names of kids he wants to invite on the list.

“And mom, they’re all going to line up and every one is going to take a picture with me and Chuck E.” he said proudly.

*sigh*

Who knew that little lesson on inclusion would end up costing $449.75?

The Three Most Important Rules of Soccer and, Perhaps, Life

When I was a kid, I played soccer at a very competitive level. The girls’ soccer movement was fueled in large part by those of us growing up in and around the best college soccer programs in the country, Stanford included.

Not to sound all egotistical, but I was a leader on my team. Whether it’s because I assumed the role, my coaches pushed it on me or my peers looked to me to step up is irrelevant (though it was probably a little of each).

I had three rules about soccer that I preached to my teammates. They had nothing to do with the strategy or tactics of actual game play, but they were important nonetheless. In fact, I’ve found these rules are applicable to so much of life that I continue to repeat them to myself, my kids and pretty much anyone who will listen.

RULE #1: You have to look good to be good.

Now, I don’t mean this literally but I take this rule quite seriously. The way we present ourselves to the world says a lot about us, both in our own minds and to those we encounter.

On my soccer teams, I was constantly lobbying for the coolest-looking uniforms and warm-ups. Before my team got with the program, I distinctly remember showing up at games and watching the other teams donned in identical warm-up suits that made a symphony of swooshing sounds as 36 legs warmed up in unison for the game. I watched the faces of my teammates as they’d get intimidated by these teams for what reason? Because they were matching?!?! Why did that matter? Well it’s not as silly as it sounds.

Soccer is a team sport. The synchronization of an identically-dressed team says something, perhaps, about their team play, their passing abilities, their chemistry. I quickly became a stickler for how we looked. Jerseys were to be tucked in. Socks folded. Warm-ups on. No random college sweatshirts that messed up our uniformed look. We were a unit. We needed to look like one.

For myself, I always made sure my uniform was clean and ready to go. I’d never wear dirty socks, even if that meant staying up late the night before a game to do laundry or buying a couple extra pairs. I also insisted that my team find a laundromat to wash our uniforms when we had overnight tournaments.

This works. You know it does. When you go to an important meeting, a job interview or a night on the town, I bet you try to wear your favorite power suit or most flattering outfit. When we look good, we are confident. When we are confident, we perform better. Of course that doesn’t mean you’ll win every game or land every job but seriously, how often do you see someone who is dumpy and/or insecure excelling? Yeah, I thought so.

RULE #2: Do not tell me how hard you tried. Show me your socks.

Soccer players are required to wear long socks over their shin guards. Nothing would drive me crazier than playing on a muddy field and seeing a teammate leave the game with clean socks. Really? Seriously? I’m covered from head to toe in mud and your white socks are clean?!?! Get off of my field!

We all go through phases where we’re challenged. I’ve gone through periods when I have had to be up at 5 am for conference calls or work until midnight or later and so have most of the people I’ve worked with over the course of my career. But do not tell me you’re overwhelmed with work when you leave at 5 pm and don’t turn on your Blackberry or laptop until you’re back the next day at 9:30 am. If you’re going through a challenging time, do not even consider complaining to me until you show me your socks.

My dad told me during my first year of “real” work that I should never ask for a promotion until/unless I’ve done the work of the higher position for at least six months. I have to dirty my socks.

RULE #3: If you miss a penalty kick, you didn’t deserve to take it.

Penalty kicks are not particularly common in soccer but they can make all the difference in a game. When, in the event of a tie, a game goes into PKs (5 kicks per team, whoever makes the most wins), one miss can be the difference between winning and losing. It’s one of the few plays where the score and the outcome can be changed by just one player.

A PK favors the kicker. Statistically speaking it should be a gimme. The best goal keepers in the world fail to block PKs all the time. If a kicker doesn’t make it, it’s because the kicker messed up. It’s not because the goalkeeper was just too good.

We all mess up. Sometimes, especially on a team, we deserve to share the blame with or deflect it onto others. But sometimes our mistakes are our own. Sometimes we have no one to blame but ourselves. We would be wise to learn how to tell the difference. When we act like the victims and yet we were the kicker, we lie to ourselves, we lie to our teammates, we weaken ourselves and our team. Sometimes we just need to admit when we didn’t deserve to take the kick.

This Is What Happens When Your Brother Marries His High School Sweetheart

Scoot and I have been together since we were 16 years old. His older sister had just given birth to twins, known in our family as KNK. I changed their diapers, took them shopping with me, made them bottles, etc. They were my practice children.

They will be turning 16 this year. I’ve taken great pleasure in reminding family members that they’re *almost* to the age at which Scoot and I met. I hadn’t mentioned that fun fact to Scoot’s sister, who I consider one of my best friends in the world. That is, until today.

Then I sent her this text:

“Just be careful…next girl they bring home could be your future daughter in law and the mother of your grandchildren.”

I’m pretty sure she loves me even more now than she did before. :D

Eat.Blog.Run. Live Blog

Saturday

10:07 am Stopped off at Michaels to get car paint for our “vans,” GMC Acadias lent to us by our friends at GM. Hitting the road to Napa!

2:44 pm Waiting at the relay point between our second and third runners (Meg and Kari). I’ve been driving so far but am giving up the keys so I can prep for my first leg. (I see Meg!)

9:34 pm Finally eating. Ran my leg in 90 minutes on the dot. Too tired to write about it but it was uphill and hard. I kicked ass on the first 4 miles. Last 3 had a lot of walking on the steep hills. Overall, I’d give myself a B+ for effort (have to save some energy), an A- for pace. Must eat. Must sleep. Should be running around 5 or 6 am.

10:56 pm zzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Sunday

2:10 am Van 2 is up and “breaking camp.” We got a decent amount of sleep at the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge. We were lucky to be on grass. People are sleeping everywhere including on the sidewalks.

2:25 am Van 1 has arrived at the relay point. Linsey is running over the bridge right now. Then Carrie is off and at it again.

4:41 am Waiting to give Meg some water on Skyline. I’m pretty tired. Just keep telling myself this next run will be a short one. Then we’ll head back to the hotel to sleep. We’re a good hour behind our projected pace (at least).

7:59 am Just finished my second leg. It was labeled as “Easy,” which was true for the first mile and the last .7 miles which were downhill. The two miles in between were uphill. My left knee can’t handle up. Happy with my pace though at 11:15.

11:30 am I filled my belly, got my stuff ready for leg 3 and am settling in for a quick nap. Alarm set for 12:30 pm. :(

12:42 pm Getting ready to head out again. Forgot to mention that the uphill yesterday had a ridiculously strong headwind in addition to the crazy incline. Hoping that the winds will have mercy on me this afternoon. I talked to my dad earlier and it looks like my parents will be making it out for my last leg so I’m SUPER excited.

4:32 pm We’ve decided to “leap frog” the last set of legs so we have two runners going at a time. Should be done in the next two hours or so. I’m the next runner to leave for a 6.2 mile “very hard” leg. Hold me.

7:41 pm We’re done biatches!!! My last leg was brutal. Again I did it in exactly 90 minutes. It had some nice downhills in the beginning (after going straight uphill through a quarry) which I tried to really move on. I ended the first two miles really fast and continued to unleash on the downhills where I could because I knew what was coming: the last two miles were straight uphill and a whole lot of ouch on my hurting left knee. They suuuuuuucked. But my sister showed up with my nephew to cheer me on and my teammates were shaking their booties as I ran by. I ended up sprinting the last bit with my nephew which was fun and made me run a whole lot faster than I would have otherwise. So glad to be done. So happy to have met all these awesome ladies. Now, to eat.

10:16 pm Back at the hotel and so exhausted. We have to clean out the GMC Acadias that were generously loaned to us by GM. One of the great features is the oodles and oodles of storage space. Unfortunately for this tired lady that means more places to clean out.

Monday

7:20 am I finally went to sleep after midnight last night and got up bright and early to bring Brenna to the airport. The first thing I noticed when I moved was my shoulders being lightly sore, then my knee pain, the overall light soreness. I say “lightly sore” because I know that today I’ll feel nowhere nearly as painful as I will tomorrow. I just picked up a coffee and some breakfast and am then heading to my favorite spa for a massage courtesy of my mom. She so rocks for letting me use one of her gift certificates for it. I. Can’t. Wait.

10:44 am Done with one hour deep tissue massage. I should have gone for 90 minutes. I’m hoping to get to my chiropractor for an adjustment this afternoon. The massage therapist said my IT band is inflamed which could explain the knee pain. She WORKED my hips, hamstrings and calves. It hurt but in a good way. If you do activity and then get a massage afterwards, I STRONGLY recommend deep tissue. Regular Swedish massages just don’t go deep enough. Now to drive home and pick up my boys from school. I miss them mucho.

Though this is my last entry in my live blog, this weekend has given me much I want to write about so look for more soon.

**Disclosure: GM provided us with two GMC Acadias for the weekend and bought us dinner on Friday. Our hotel was provided complements of Country Inn and Suites in Sunnyvale, CA. I was not asked to post about my experiences with either company and received no other compensation. I am grateful for all of our sponsors who can be found at Eat.Blog.Run.**

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