Hey Dad,
So there's this Olympics thing going on. Usually I'm not a big summer Olympics kinda of gal but with my new job I'm paying more attention because we have 3 Olympians from UC Davis competing this year.
Each of them has had their struggles and their reasons not to be considered a contender. Kim Conley, a runner, wasn't expected to place and Scott Weltz, a swimmer, was also a big surprise when he qualified. Our last Olympian, is a kayaker with Crohn's disease and this is her 3rd Olympics. Each of them had to push beyond the implied expectations or limits and believe in themselves to win.
Well Scott's swim meet is over. He qualified in the semi-finals but he placed 5th in the final. But instead of having a sour attitude, he's just proud that he even got to compete. Sometimes I need to be reminded that it's not about winning and it's really about the journey.
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Feeling Good
Hey Dad,
Last night was the first night that I've slept soundly since that Friday. Hearing your voice was like a salve for my soul and I feel so much more at peace and optimistic about tomorrow.
I ordered a Edible Bouquet for you yesterday and it should be delivered today. I hope you know that I'm thinking about you always and praying for you.
Tonight is another 'dance camp' for the flash mob I'm in. I'm going to be leaving our dinner party for a bit to get my dance on. It's funny how committed I can be to working out for someone else yet I can imagine a bizillion different excuses not to work out for myself. That's why I'm lucky to have you. Just knowing that I'm 1,700 miles away but that I'm dancing and exercising to support my dad is reason enough.
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
Last night was the first night that I've slept soundly since that Friday. Hearing your voice was like a salve for my soul and I feel so much more at peace and optimistic about tomorrow.
I ordered a Edible Bouquet for you yesterday and it should be delivered today. I hope you know that I'm thinking about you always and praying for you.
Tonight is another 'dance camp' for the flash mob I'm in. I'm going to be leaving our dinner party for a bit to get my dance on. It's funny how committed I can be to working out for someone else yet I can imagine a bizillion different excuses not to work out for myself. That's why I'm lucky to have you. Just knowing that I'm 1,700 miles away but that I'm dancing and exercising to support my dad is reason enough.
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Phone Call
Hey Dad,
You called me this morning and just hearing your voice was a gift. Hearing you speak with such purpose and love was more than I could have ever asked for. I think I needed that call more than I needed air because I feel like I'm finally really breathing again.
Talking to you about your plans and your dreams was so inspiring. I think I'm going to go back to the batting cages now and see how fast I can hit the ball. (I wonder if I'll even make contact?)
Your positive outlook and love fills me with so much hope and joy. I'm so grateful to have you in my life, Dad.
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
You called me this morning and just hearing your voice was a gift. Hearing you speak with such purpose and love was more than I could have ever asked for. I think I needed that call more than I needed air because I feel like I'm finally really breathing again.
Talking to you about your plans and your dreams was so inspiring. I think I'm going to go back to the batting cages now and see how fast I can hit the ball. (I wonder if I'll even make contact?)
Your positive outlook and love fills me with so much hope and joy. I'm so grateful to have you in my life, Dad.
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Inspiration
Hey Dad,
When I'm fighting to finish my exercise circuit, I tend to think of 80's music and movie montages. Y'know the sort of montage I'm talking about. Think Rocky and the workout montage where he's running around Philly. While I'm no Slyvester Stalone, the montage idea helps me push through one more rep because I remember that this is just one moment and the finish line is closer with each rep.
So to provide a bit of a montage and some comic relief. I introduce November the cat and his treadmill.
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
When I'm fighting to finish my exercise circuit, I tend to think of 80's music and movie montages. Y'know the sort of montage I'm talking about. Think Rocky and the workout montage where he's running around Philly. While I'm no Slyvester Stalone, the montage idea helps me push through one more rep because I remember that this is just one moment and the finish line is closer with each rep.
So to provide a bit of a montage and some comic relief. I introduce November the cat and his treadmill.
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
Dance Camp
Hey Dad,
So last night I went to 'dance camp' to practice for the flash mob I'm going to be in. Do you know what a flash mob is, Dad? If not, click here. I've never really been that great of a dancer so luckily the moves are pretty simple. Simple enough that I'm actually feeling confident about performing in public (in the safety of a crowd of other dancers, mind you.)
The dancing really made me sweat and by the time 'dance camp' was over I was kaput. I spent a bit of time with Violet and hubs before bedtime.
How was your first day of PT? Did you kick some PT booty?
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
So last night I went to 'dance camp' to practice for the flash mob I'm going to be in. Do you know what a flash mob is, Dad? If not, click here. I've never really been that great of a dancer so luckily the moves are pretty simple. Simple enough that I'm actually feeling confident about performing in public (in the safety of a crowd of other dancers, mind you.)
The dancing really made me sweat and by the time 'dance camp' was over I was kaput. I spent a bit of time with Violet and hubs before bedtime.
How was your first day of PT? Did you kick some PT booty?
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
Monday, July 30, 2012
Walk outside
Hey Dad,
Just finished a meeting across campus and now I'm catching some rays in my chucks.
Just finished a meeting across campus and now I'm catching some rays in my chucks.
Breakfast time
Hey Dad,
What are you having for breakfast? Me? I'm eating 2 slices of toast with a smidge of PB.
Good luck with PT today!!
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
What are you having for breakfast? Me? I'm eating 2 slices of toast with a smidge of PB.
Good luck with PT today!!
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
Ouch!
Hey Dad,
So tonight, I followed up with my second day of weight lighting and cardio. I've got a bit of a habit of watching TV and snacking after Violet goes to bed, so I figured I'd keep me busy and do some exercise.
I'm using 10 pound weights and following the routine my personal trainer gave me. It is obviously working because I am already suffering some DOMS (Delayed Onset of Muscle Soreness.) The worst part about DOMS is that all the squats work my quads and make sitting down to go potty very slow and somewhat painful. I'm definitely thinking and re-thinking every time I need to use the restroom.
But I'm taking comfort in knowing that these sore muscles will be lean and toned muscles soon. Funny thing, after my hour workout (while I watched TV) I wasn't inclined to snack. The idea of undoing my hard work with a cookie seemed wrong. Another great thing is working out last night means I won't be getting up to run at 5 a.m. today.
Well I should probably try to get some sleep. I think I can rest now knowing that I've started this blog and we've teamed up.
I love you,
Stephanie a.k.a. Daddy's Gil
So tonight, I followed up with my second day of weight lighting and cardio. I've got a bit of a habit of watching TV and snacking after Violet goes to bed, so I figured I'd keep me busy and do some exercise.
I'm using 10 pound weights and following the routine my personal trainer gave me. It is obviously working because I am already suffering some DOMS (Delayed Onset of Muscle Soreness.) The worst part about DOMS is that all the squats work my quads and make sitting down to go potty very slow and somewhat painful. I'm definitely thinking and re-thinking every time I need to use the restroom.
But I'm taking comfort in knowing that these sore muscles will be lean and toned muscles soon. Funny thing, after my hour workout (while I watched TV) I wasn't inclined to snack. The idea of undoing my hard work with a cookie seemed wrong. Another great thing is working out last night means I won't be getting up to run at 5 a.m. today.
Well I should probably try to get some sleep. I think I can rest now knowing that I've started this blog and we've teamed up.
I love you,
Stephanie a.k.a. Daddy's Gil
Hey Dad!
Hey Dad,
I tried to call today but you didn't answer. I'm assuming it was because you were too busy dancing or galavanting around the hospital. Yeah, mostly that's just wishful thinking. Truth is, Dad, I've been to scared to call. I wasn't prepared for you to be in a car accident, that's probably something we have in common, huh? And since that Friday night, I've been scared to call and hear your voice cause then I'd have to accept the reality of what's going on. Denial is so easy to accept when you're 1,400 miles away. But I'm tired of being scared and admitting my fears to mom was a relief.
So now that the fear is out there, I want to help. I know you're facing an uphill battle with all this physical therapy so I want to team up with you Dad. I figured we could be PT pals via the Internet. I'll post about what I'm doing and hopefully mom or Rich can get you a computer in your hospital room and you can comment.
I love you Dad and I want you to know you don't have to face any of this alone. Even though I'm not nearby you're in my thoughts all day long.
I love you Dad.
Stephanie a.k.a. Daddy's Gil
I tried to call today but you didn't answer. I'm assuming it was because you were too busy dancing or galavanting around the hospital. Yeah, mostly that's just wishful thinking. Truth is, Dad, I've been to scared to call. I wasn't prepared for you to be in a car accident, that's probably something we have in common, huh? And since that Friday night, I've been scared to call and hear your voice cause then I'd have to accept the reality of what's going on. Denial is so easy to accept when you're 1,400 miles away. But I'm tired of being scared and admitting my fears to mom was a relief.
So now that the fear is out there, I want to help. I know you're facing an uphill battle with all this physical therapy so I want to team up with you Dad. I figured we could be PT pals via the Internet. I'll post about what I'm doing and hopefully mom or Rich can get you a computer in your hospital room and you can comment.
I love you Dad and I want you to know you don't have to face any of this alone. Even though I'm not nearby you're in my thoughts all day long.
I love you Dad.
Stephanie a.k.a. Daddy's Gil
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