Run for her

There once was a girl that would run and run and run with no where to go. She didn’t know how fast she was going, she didn’t know how many miles she was running, she didn’t have a stop watch on, or music playing in her ear.  She just liked to run. It felt natural to her.  She just felt good running.

That was me, 18 years ago, before I started high school. I would just go for run around town and see how far I could go and what I could see. It was before my days of running cross country and track where I ran straight for almost nine years through rain, wind, snow, blazing heat, and any other type of weather.  After high school, I went to college to run, and it became like my job and I loved it.

I am super competitive so it became my competitive nature to try to compete in running. I started to learn how to train, do repeats, time myself, and on my runs I would always want to beat my last time or my last rep.  I raced for 9 years- In high school I ran cross country and track- and then I went to the U of M to run, and ran with some of the most amazing people I have ever met and was coached by some of the most outstanding coaches.  I LOVED running at the U of M. I LOVED the competition, I loved being on a big ten team,  I LOVED to compete, but you guys I grew up in the middle of a field and my dad was a farmer. I did not love the big city.  So, I transferred to the University of Wisconsin Oshkosh- one of the top Division Three running programs.  I again met some of the best runners and people and was again blessed to be coached by one of the best division 3 cross country and track coaches in the nation.  I ran and ran and ran. I ran because I wanted to get faster. I ran to win.  I was in the best shape of my life and running the fastest times in my life. I was living on a runners high.

Fast forward 8 years and 3 babies later and this mama is not living on a runners high anymore.  You guys I can barely make it out the door to get a 3 mile run in.  I also haven’t raced in years- First: because I haven’t found time to train in years! Second: I don’t know if I will be able to bear how slow I will be. I know I will never be as fast as I was when I was in college, but it kind of scares me of how slow I could be.   Sounds stupid I know, but it is mentally hard to know once that I could easily run under 7 minute mile pace in the wee hours of the morning before I was even fully awake to now where I don’t even know if I could race a 7 minute mile ha. BUT I would die trying if I had too lol.  So what I FINALLY came to the conclusion of and came at peace with is that: I will forget about the times I used to run, the shape I used to be in, the miles I used to run and I will start running for the enjoyment again.  I will run the fact that I am capable of running and that God has granted me a body (for the time being) that is able run.

I will run for the mama of three who needs a break and her escape is running – I will run for her

I will run for the woman who loved to feel the pavement under her feet and just wanted to see where the road would take her- I will run for her

I will run for the woman who can’t afford cute running clothes or the fanciest new shoes, I will run for her

I will run for the woman that doesn’t use a stop watch, fitbit, iphone, Apple Watch, Garmin, or any other type of tracker- I will run for her

I will run for the woman who wishes she could run again, but her body will not let her- I will run for her

I will run for the woman that is too old, too tired, or too sick to run, I will run for her

I will not be fast, I will not be far, my legs will hurt, my lungs will suck, but God still allows me to run so I am going to do it for as long as I can.  I won’t run for the girl who I used to be, I will run for the woman I have become.  The mama of three who is tired, but man does it feel good when I sneak away for 30 minutes and just RUN!

Get out there and run for her!!



What a Year

It has been soo long since I have posted.  Having three kids was a game changer lol.  A great, busy, messy, would never go back game changer.  Going from two to three kids was our biggest transition yet.  In addition, Jovie our littlest, is a Tasmanian devil, tank, tornado, you could choose any of those words to describe her.  A constant mess in the making where ever she is.  Someone you always have to keep your eye on because she is eating something, or drinking something, or finding something that she is not supposed to have.  On top of having Jovie last year we had some big changes aka why I haven’t had time to post or do anything.  I will break it down.

October– Had Jovie- Travis is still teaching during the day and remodeling a fliphouse at night and on weekends

November– I get postpartum depression again:( (the worst thing in the world)- Travis gets fliphouse ready to sell.

December– We sell Flip House (YAY)-Kenna turns 4

January– We start finishing our basement at home- Emmy turns 2

February– We BUY a new home for us to move into-  Get our old house ready to sell- Sold our old house.  Start remodeling our new home.

March–  Trav spends day and night remodeling our new house-  Travis’s parents, my dad, the girls, and I move all of our stuff into the new house while Travis is at the first day of Baseball practice.  We live in our new home- that is not yet finished- waiting for counter tops because the company thought they ordered them 5 weeks ago, but they didn’t.

April– Baseball season is in full swing- trying to adjust to our new home- I turn 30- YAY

May– Still in full swing of baseball season- we miss daddy- our house is coming together

June– We did it- we survived baseball season- we survived our new home- Trav continues to finish up projects in our new home.  We go camping as a family!

July- Trav turns 31- we enjoy summer a little bit- continue to work on house projects- and we BUY ANOTHER FLIPHOUSE.

August– We start work on new fliphouse- wufta- we are crazy

September– Kenna starts 4k, Trav starts teaching again, still working on fliphouse on nights and weekends

October– Get fliphouse ready to sell- everyone is tired- Jovie turns 1-  WHAT a year we had with little Jovie- Sold three houses, moved, and remodeled our current home, and made it through a baseball season.  Sell fliphouse- YAY

November– Let’s just do nothing. Hunting, Thanksgiving, and Black Friday shopping

December– Kenna turns 5- how did that happen

January– Emmy turns 3- Girls complete swimming lesson

February– Trying to get things organized-baseball season starts next month

March– Trav and I go on a long over due trip to Mexico with some amazing friends- (can we go again please)   Trav starts baseball season

April- Baseball season is in full swing.

May– Still in baseball season mode.  We are having my sister’s wedding shower and rehearsal dinner at our house.  I work on lots of landscaping and cleaning- we host wedding shower

June- We host rehearsal dinner, celebrate my little sisters wedding- Road trip to Virginia for Trav’s brothers wedding- Celebrate Trav’s brothers wedding

I haven’t had a second to write a blog post and I really missed it. I love going back and reading what adventures we have been on and how much our little family has grown.  I hope to be writing more soon about my crazy clean eating diet, trying to run again, raising my little munchkins, and how to live just a little be more natural.  This last year and half was one to remember.  I don’t think I could have survived without Trav and my family.  I am truly blessed.

Here are just a couple of pictures from the last year-  I will post more of the remodel of our home in upcoming posts.

XO Ayla


Jovie’s Birth Story

Hello, I am back. Wufta, these last 10 months since Jovie’s birth have been a whirlwind.  Here is a little of what we have been up to: Had Jovie, bought a house, sold our house, remodeled our new house, got postpartum depression again, baseball season started again, moved with little kids, got situated in our new house, and then summer came and went.  I am thankful to get into a routine and start working on my blog more.

First things first, Jovie’s birth story.  I love to write the girl’s birth stories because I loved reading other people’s birth stories while I was pregnant, 2nd I love to go back and read them for myself.  One day I am going to print off all of my blogs as a little reminder of what these years were like.

So lets go back 10 months ago right before I had Jovie.  It was right before Halloween and that weekend we went to my mom’s to carve pumpkins and hang out.  Travis stayed home to work on the shower in the our master bathroom.  The shower had been leaking for awhile, but then started to leak through the wall into Emmy’s bedroom closet aka new baby’s bedroom. So Travis  had our bathroom, Emmy’s closet, and the wall in between the closet and our bathroom ripped apart. Saturday went by with zero contractions.  I was so ready for this baby to come so I tried to stay active so I wouldn’t obsess about when he/she would arrive.  At the time we did not know if it was a girl or boy.  On Sunday we went to church as usual and Trav continued to work on the house.  I was a little stressed that our house was a mess and the bathroom was tore apart and the new baby’s room had a hole in the closet and water all over the carpet.  Thankfully after church I got the house cleaned up and Travis finally got the shower fixed. By 9:00 P.M. the whole house was all cleaned up.  I sat down to watch a show with Travis with still no contractions or anything exciting going on.  The next day was my due date and this would be my first baby that made it to his/her due date.   I am pretty sure I had always heard that the more babies you have the earlier they come, or I was hoping that. 😉 I got ready for bed and went to lay down when I remembered that I had forgot to go to the bathroom.  If any of you reading this have been pregnant you know you want to go to the bathroom as many times as you can before bed, so you don’t have to wake up a zillion times to go at night.

Anywho, I went to the bathroom when all of sudden I was pretty sure my water broke, but I wasn’t 100 percent sure because it was different than when my water broke with Kenna.  With Kenna, there was a loud pop and a lot of water.  This time it was little bit of water and it would come when I sat down, but as soon as I stood up nothing.

I went downstairs and told Travis that I think my water broke.  He didn’t understand why I wasn’t sure, but I have heard way too many stories of women thinking their water broke only to find out they just peed their pants and I didn’t want that to be me.  He convinced me to call the doctor, who told me I should come in.  We called my step mom to come watch the girls.  I didn’t want to wake them up and move them around in the middle of the night, especially if it was a false alarm.  So we ended up leaving our house at 11:30 p.m. and on the way to the hospital I was absolutely positive my water broke and was very happy that I had brought a towel to sit on, but still no contractions. So we just walked into the hospital excited to have a baby.  They couldn’t fully admit me until the test results came back that my water had broken. Finally at midnight the results came in and sure enough my water broke.  I texted my step mom that we were staying.  We also texted my family that we were at the hospital.  Usually my family members come to the hospital when I am in labor, but since I am usually in labor for a really long time and I hadn’t had one contraction they told me to just call them when I was getting close.  lol.

Since I was not having contractions they gave me the option of starting pitocin or waiting to see if the contractions would start on their own. I opted for the pitocin because I was already wide awake and wanted to get this show on the road. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep.  They started pitocin around 12:45 A.M.  The nurse said it could take awhile and recommended we rest.  Travis fell asleep immediately, lol Men, but I just sat there and played on my phone and around 2:30 A.M. the contractions were starting to pick up pretty quickly so I woke up Travis. The contractions weren’t terrible, but I needed someone to distract me from the pain.  The Nurse came in and asked if I wanted an epidural, I knew I was going to get one, but I didn’t want to get one too early incase it would stall labor.  It takes an hour to get the bag of fluids before the epidural so we decided to start the process.  After that things happened pretty fast.  That hour was absolutely terrible, I was sweating, crying, nauseous, and thought I was going to die.   Once the fluids were in the nurse did one final check to see what I was dialated too.  She looked shocked and told me she thought I was complete.  Trav and I couldn’t believe it because usually it takes forever to have babies.  She went to get the other nurse to double check and that nurse told me I was only at a 5.5. cm. SAY WHAT?  You just told me I was complete and now you are telling me I am only half way, someone bring me that Anesthesiologist.  The Anesthesiologist entered and he started to get my back prepared.  They had the epidural hooked up and told me to lay down so that the medicine could spread.  I was still in a ton of pain, but a different kind of pain. I told them I thought sometime was wrong, so the nurse went to check how far dilated I was and sure enough the baby’s head was right there and ready to come out.  The doctor rushed in and two pushes and we had a brand new beautiful baby girl.   🙂  It was crazy.  We had a baby in 2 hours.  I called my family and no one answered because it was 4:30 in the morning.

Finally when morning rolled around they called me back and I was like ummm well we just had a baby.  Everyone was in shock of how fast it went. The next nurse on shift came in and was like I heard you had your baby natural, that is so wonderful.  I told her that it wasn’t on purpose and as soon as I got the epidural, the baby already had made up her mind that she was coming out.

It was crazy and I am so glad that I finally sat down to write it and go over those memories again.  As for Jovie,  she is the happiest and sweetest baby.  I am beyond blessed with my three healthy little girls.  Where does the time go???

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