When those long-awaited summer days finally arrive, one of my favorite kid-friendly excursions is a visit to a local farmers market. This weekend, we checked out the Tosa Farmers Market (open Saturdays from 8 AM - 12 PM, June 3 - Oct. 14) for the first time. The market's main attraction is fresh seasonal produce, of course, but visitors can also find yummy cheeses, homemade jams, sausages and other specialty items. Plus, the food and drink vendors include local coffee roasters, which is always a plus in my book!
We first stopped by the market's Info Booth to sign up for the Power of Produce (PoP) Club, a free program offered to kids ages 5-12. Kids receive $2 in tokens to spend on market fruits, veggies and herbs—basically anything that is growing. The goal of the program is to encourage kids to think more deeply about where their food comes from and gain awareness of how local vendors make an impact.
My daughters were excited to go shopping and check out all that the market had to offer! We grabbed some beautiful lettuce and tomatoes for a salad, and my oldest daughter tried to negotiate with the vendor for a $1 tomato. Then we tried some samples and got hooked on some locally made strawberry rhubarb jam, which we took home as well. Each girl also became the proud owner of a new bell pepper plant.
It was very cool to watch my kids ask questions and interact with some of the growers and vendors at the market. We even learned a couple of new facts: yellow tomatoes are less acidic than red (maybe that's why I prefer them?), and bell peppers need a lot of heat to grow well.
We capped off our market adventure with some popsicles for the kids and iced coffee for me. I hope we can visit on another Saturday this summer and check out some of the kids' bonus programs, which include Dirt Science, Honey Making, and Chicken-Keeping! I'm wondering if the latter would rekindle fond memories of the chickens my family had growing up...but that's best saved for another post :)
Last weekend, our family traveled to New York City to visit my brother and take in some of the touristy highlights. No trip to NYC would be complete without a visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but we knew it might be a challenge to keep our daughters (six and eight years old) focused and interested enough to really appreciate the exhibits.
Our kids have really gotten into Harry Potter lately, so we were tickled pink to learn about a tour called "Griffins, Goblets and Gold" at the Met. Offered by a company called e.t.c., the tour gives guests a unique look at the museum by highlighting specific exhibits that feature Harry Potter-esque objects and themes. The tour includes some creative activities and wizarding swag as well.
With the temperature outside hovering around ninety degrees, we were all excited to step inside the museum's cool, airy entrance hall, where we met Evan Levy, our tour guide and e.t.c.'s founder. Pointing out how the space might remind us of the Great Hall at the fictional wizarding school Hogwarts, Evan handed out notebooks, pencils and instructions for a special scavenger hunt. Throughout our tour, she explained, we'd be hunting for magical objects, known as Horcruxes in the Harry Potter series.
The kids listened with rapt attention; they were totally up for the challenge.
For the next two hours, we explored the museum through the fascinating lens of Harry's magical world. Not only did both the adults and kids have a great time, it was a wonderful way to introduce our daughters to the Met. Without even realizing it, they were observing, identifying and learning about key parts of our global history and culture. Visiting the museum on our own definitely would not have been as exciting or fun!
Evan mentioned that she will be putting together a Beauty and the Beast tour in the near future, which I imagine will be awesome as well.
This whole experience made me think about how different objects and landmarks in our own community could be reminiscent of favorite books, movies and characters. For example, there is an owl at Schlitz Audubon Nature Center who looks a lot like Harry Potter's beloved Hedwig, and secluded parts of Lake Michigan might be compared to that creepy Great Lake near Hogwarts where Harry and his classmates compete in a wizarding tournament.
Looking ahead to the dog days of summer when my kids will inevitably complain, "I'm bored," I'm definitely keeping this concept in mind. Maybe we'll be super ambitious and create a scavenger hunt of our own!
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Well, I did it: this weekend I completed my first half marathon! It feels unbelievable that the big day has finally come and gone. In the past few months, preparing for the race consumed a lot of my energy, and my thoughts rarely strayed far from running, whether I was thinking about my last workout or planning my next one. Sticking with the training plan was effective, but also meant that at times, my family had to schedule things around my long runs. I'm especially thankful for my lovely husband's support and patience :)
It's been about 48 hours since the race, and today I woke up with achy calves and a whole mess of thoughts swirling around my head. As expected, those 13.1 miles were tough, but they were also eye-opening and amazing. Here are a few things I learned:
Lesson #1: Regardless of how well you prepare for race day, there will be glitches. Sometimes they're major, sometimes they’re no big deal. For me, these hiccups were mostly minor, like my music playlist not running in the right order. I also underestimated how long the Porta Potty line would be, and nearly missed the starting gun. It can be frustrating to prepare for an event and then have to deal with something that messes with your concentration. But if I can learn to expect that things won't be perfect, those glitches will rattle me less when they inevitably occur.
Lesson #2: Your mind will travel to some desperate places, but that does not mean you have to give up. In my training, I had worked on running hills, yet I was taken aback by the difficulty of the hills on the course. During the first few miles, I jogged up each incline fairly easily, but it wasn't long before my legs and lungs started to protest. By mile six, the moderate heat and humidity that had been absent during most of my training became a significant factor. Not even halfway through the race, a little voice in my head was starting to scream louder and louder, "I can't do this." My body begged me to stop and walk, which I did, often. I felt demoralized; I'd never planned on walking during the race, except when passing the water stations. From miles eight until ten, I felt like I was in a trance. I seriously contemplated quitting, but I kept slogging along. There were several people around me who were walking off and on, and we leap-frogged with each other for a while. My awesome friend Liz was also running, and it was a huge mental boost to connect with her around mile ten as we grabbed some water. Gradually, my energy returned in little bursts and the negative self-talk began to fade. I started ignoring the pacing signals coming from my watch; I knew now that I wouldn’t achieve my two-hour goal time, and that stung. But I realized that finishing slower than I wanted was better than not finishing at all. By mile eleven, I knew I was going to complete the race, no matter how long it took. In the end, my official time was 2:02:43, which I was pretty happy with, considering how gutted I was feeling during the second half of the race.
Lesson #3: Fueling, as my friend Liz has wisely noted, is a complicated beast. On my long training runs, I'd practiced my race day fueling strategy by sipping water and chewing Honey Stinger gummies. This worked well for me in the cool, early spring temperatures. However, the warmer weather on race day, combined with the grueling hills, made me much less excited to ingest the gooey, sticky gummies I'd so carefully packed for the event. While I did continue to hydrate at the water stations, I stopped ingesting any carbohydrates after about mile six, which was probably when I needed them the most. Gels or even sports drinks may have been easier on my tummy, which more than once threatened to launch its contents onto the sidewalk. In the future, I'll have to experiment more with fueling.
Lesson #4: In a tough race, the little things will lift your spirits. Around mile ten, while cursing the evil hills, I spotted a magnificent great blue heron as it crossed overhead. I love birds and felt like this was a good sign. A little further along the course, a boy stood on the corner giving out high-fives to the runners. I also ran for a couple of miles with a nice gentleman who was a seasoned marathoner, and enjoyed having a bit of conversation to distract me. The volunteers were terrific, too; I’ve never felt as grateful for a drink of water as I did when I stopped at their stations. Even the light breezes and scattered drops of rain throughout the course worked wonders to boost my mood.
Lesson #5: No matter how much Body Glide you put on, it’s not going to be enough. Going into a longer distance event, I was well aware of the perils of chafing. And trust me, I was prepared. On race morning, I applied both Body Glide Anti Chafe Balm and Aquaphor quite generously. As it turns out, I missed a spot. A few spots actually. And I'll just leave this one here.
P.S.: Well, I must be hooked, or crazy, because I've already signed up for my next race: the Fox Cities Half Marathon in September 2017. I'm looking forward to building on my first race and learning from this next one!
In about one month, I'll run my first half-marathon, and I'm definitely feeling that nervous/excited buzz. Before I started training for this event, my longest run was nine miles, so I know the race will be a challenge.
Adding to my nerves is the fact that the course features some tough hills: the race has just under 600 feet of elevation gain**. That's not bad—in fact, it's right around the nation's average for half-marathons. For me, however, it's significant: my usual training runs have only about 100 feet of elevation gain, sometimes less. I don't live in an especially hilly neighborhood, and quite frankly, running uphill is kind of demoralizing and soul-sucking. So my efforts here have been limited.
Last week, after feverishly studying the race elevation chart and feeling mild panic at my lack of preparation, I decided to seek out some bigger hills a short drive away. It was a drizzly, grey morning, and I cued up the new Beauty & the Beast movie soundtrack as I stretched my legs. Sometimes you just need a distraction when you're running, and listening to Ewan McGregor sing "Be Our Guest" never fails to evoke pleasant images of decadent French food and dancing silverware.
I'd mapped out a five-mile course that included rolling hills on relatively quiet roads, with a major climb near the end of the route. My legs burned as I slogged up the first peaks, and I tried to follow the advice I'd read: maintain a consistent effort both up and down each hill, which means slowing the pace during the climb. On each descent, I let gravity take me down. The final hill loomed in the distance, and it looked like a monster, rising up into the fog like something out of a dream. A little alarm bell went off in my brain, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to reverse course. I was afraid to look all the way to the top; I didn't want to see just how high I'd have to climb.
But in the next second, I noticed something: the closer I got to the hill, the flatter it appeared. Maybe my fears were much greater than the challenge itself. Maybe it was possible to let go of my negative judgments and simply see that hill for what it was: a massive amount of hard work that I could eventually conquer. With each stride, I imagined myself coming down on top of the hill. Dan Stevens' "Evermore" played in the background and I thought of the Beast singing tragically in his castle as I finally reached the top. My legs and lungs were spent, but I cracked a smile.
How often do I let fear dictate my decisions? I've become adept at talking myself out of the things that scare me, challenges that push me beyond where I feel safe and comfortable. I avert my gaze from the big things, because they're not easy or simple and I'd rather not delve into them. The excuses keep rolling: I'm not ready, I'm too tired, and anyway, the floor needs mopping. I'll get to it someday, really I will. I'll write that book proposal, dig into that impossible project or have that tough conversation another day. When it's easier, when I feel stronger.
Training for this race has forced me to admit that regardless of how steep that hill actually is, or how difficult a task appears, the things we fear only grow more intimidating the longer we avoid them. It's instinct to shield our eyes, to focus our gaze away from what scares us. But we may find that once we're fully immersed in the moment, whatever had us tied in knots suddenly seems a lot less scary.
**I had to Google this and learned that elevation gain, or the total sum of climbing throughout a course, can help you get a sense of how hilly a route will be. For example, if a route has one hill that rises 100 feet, and I run up that hill three times, my total elevation gain for the course is 300 feet.
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On my computer, there's a folder called "In Process Posts." This is where I save blog posts or articles I've written but don't consider ready to publish or submit just yet.
Lately my stack of unfinished posts is growing. For some reason, I've been struggling to take this content to the next level. Coming up with a basic idea and blathering on about it hasn't been a problem. But transforming it into something I can feel proud to share with the world has been a challenge. Maybe the ideas aren't quite crystallized or my writer's voice sounds muddled. Often, there might be glimmers of compelling insight hidden somewhere in a post, but my take on the subject matter just isn't relatable or even interesting.
When this happens, often I stare at my computer screen for a while, my eyes glazing over despite the delicious caffeine I just consumed. This writing is just not good enough, I conclude, and I don't know how to fix it. And I hate the way I feel looking at this jumble of words, this mountain of prose that basically says nothing worthwhile. So off it goes into blog post purgatory, where it may or may not remain for all eternity.
What's the solution when the creative process seems to stall? There is a fascinating interview with artist and illustrator Christoph Niemann, who creates drawings using ordinary objects. He talks about how the process of creating something isn't always linear or pleasant. You need friction, he argues, or what he calls "a moment of discomfort," in order to make your work truly interesting. If you can embrace this sense of uneasiness and uncertainty, you'll find the process much more enjoyable.
I think I've been actively avoiding this moment of discomfort, because, let's face it--it's uncomfortable! When I get to that point where I feel I can't improve my writing anymore, yet I'm still not satisfied with a post, I just shelve it. Out of sight, out of mind. But Niemann would say that's the exact moment in which one should not give up. That uncertain, uncomfortable and often very frustrated feeling means we're actually on the right track.
With this in mind, I'm going to delve back into my unfinished posts folder...
Do you ever feel stalled in your creative process? What do you do to get back on track?
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I'm Gina, mom to two girls, writer, and seasoned coffee drinker.