T.T.T - Tuesday already?

I woke up this morning by my sweet husband kissing me goodbye and wondered, what day is it?  Tuesday, hum.  This last week has all seemed like a flurry of boxes and beautiful sun, the days seem to blend together.  No complaints here, though. We had a wonderful first week in our new home, we have been able to get a good start on unpacking and getting settled and we had fabulous first house guests {Linny and Jared} who I wish could stay longer.

So now I would like to give you a flurry of our life in the last week in 3 tangents for Tuesday.  Reader beware: this Tuesday post is a bit long.... I can't help it, had a lot to say!

1.Moving. Exactly one week ago today we rented one ginormous Uhaul to move everything we own to our new home.

We invited over friends and family for lunch and snuck the move of our house in the fun somewhere.  We found lots of goodies hiding around the house.  One in particular... Ben's swimming goggles.  Matt couldn't resist giving them a try.

 We {they} spent the whole day lifting and using those strong muscles to get us all moved into our new house. {Goggles and everything!}

Ben made sure to wear his lifting belt.  We don't need any more hurt backs in this house! We couldn't help poking a little fun at his wrestler-esk fashion accessory, but he says it really did help - so win-win for everyone!

Finally we moved in the big stuff, the little stuff and all the hangers of clothes in between. By 9 pm Ben and I were in our new house, surrounded by boxes.  {Yes I am wearing my robe over my clothes... I like to keep it classy in the Walunas home.}

And so excited to spend our first night in our new house!!

I wish I would have been better at getting pictures of everyone who helped us out!  Sometimes the picture lover in me is very forgetful.  Even still - a huge, ginormous, mosterous thank you to everyone who helped us out - especially Greg, Dan, Bethany, Mandy, Matt, Emily and Sweet Baby K.  Love to all! 

2.Unboxed.  You must want to see at least one picture of our unboxed house.   Hopefully someday we will be able to unpack the garage, but in the last week we have at least been able to put our rooms together enough to be able to live.  Most importantly we have food in the pantry and the master closet organized and holding our clothes quite nicely.  We are not anywhere near done, but we are comfortably living and starting to feel right at home.

The light blocking blinds for our bedroom still have another week to arrive.  We knew waking up at 4am with the sun would lead to a miserable life.... so we bit the bullet and hung up a sheet.  I told you we are classy.

3. Quitting.  So you might know my back is hurt again.  Stinking back.  I say this not to complain or talk about the pain, because that is neither here nor there.  However, you may have also known that I was supposed to run the Wasatch Back Relay next weekend.  I couple days before I was supposed to leave I was himming and hawing about how I would be fine understanding that I had made a commitment.  I don't like to back out of commitments, I do not like to quit and typically no amount of pain is going to stop me. Fast forward to the move and Ben watching me like a hawk making sure that nothing I touched was heavy. Even still, wincing every time I had to bend or twist and walking like a hunch back for a good minute after I would stand up from sitting for a period of time.  Then going to lunch with Bethany and using every ounce of strength I had to bend my body, to get in the car, without showing signs of mind numbing pain on my face.  Then watching her sweet kids playing on toys in the mall and finally realizing, I cannot be a mom like this.  I want need to be able to bend over and pick up a child - someday - AND be able to run enjoyable miles.  I may have been a little emotional that afternoon, but the gravity of what 22 miles was going to do to my already aching body was getting to me.  

I contacted my team - who I have run this race with for 4 years.  I admitted to the pain and the severity of how I felt it would affect me. They were so understanding and supportive.  Telling me not to worry and they would find someone to fill my spot.  I knew they would be understanding, we are friends after all, but they were more than that - they were insistent that I be smart and safe with my body.  Something that I think athletes forget.  I think as an athlete you are used to pushing through pain for greater results.  You believe a  there is no gain without pain.  This is true. There is pain of muscles being worked so hard that they are changing and growing.  There is pain of lungs fighting for more air forcing your body to adapt.  There is pain after hard work reminding you that you worked and pushed and are better for it.  It's a good pain.  And then their is pain that makes you shut the door and burst into tears.  Pain that stops you from picking a simple piece of trash off the floor and wishing so badly you could bend down and put your pants on.  That's bad pain.  Pain not worth pushing though.  

I haven't always known the difference. I don't like admitting to the bad pain, feeling like admitting the pain is weak.  So instead I say things like, "No I am fine!" and "It doesn't hurt that bad" Last year at this time I pushed through the above mentioned 22 miles with bad pain.  I blocked it out telling myself I that the pain was temporary and I was doing good for my body, for the team.  It took 5 months and thousands of dollars to get that pain to go away only for it to come back.  I made it worse and now I will fix it and come back better than ever.  I guess the first step is admitting, right?

I will miss these guys like crazy and I wish them luck and lots of good pain! 

Happy Tuesday everyone! It is Tuesday, right?