Back on the blogisphere

Yikes! I haven’t been on here in a loooonnnggg while. No excuses, just bein’ a mom. Six kids, a husband, three jobs (thankfully I work from home), would keep anyone busy. One thing I have been able to keep up, thankfully is my ability to run, aka, my ability to think, zone-out and regenerize.

This year, more than any years previous, I have been LOVING my winter runs. In Utah, there is so much snow, and it is so cold, but running has been awesome.

Here are a few pics from my adventures:

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One thing that has kept running enjoyable for me this winter, is being able to meet new people. A good friend of mine who befriended me five years ago while at a local 5k, has really helped me get involved in my local running community, even moreso than I ever have before. I am meeting so many awesome and inspiring people, and am seeing such great and new places to run! One of the people I have met, is an inspiring runner, by the name of Jennilyn Eaton. I was so inspired, that I dedicated an entire column on KSL to her. Here it is.

Some more good news: I just received word that I will be representing Altra Zero Drop shoes this year as an ambassador! I have done the ambassador thing before, and to be honest, I didn’t love it, and mainly because it was a product that I didn’t feel represented me. This time around, I am so excited to be representing a company that represents me. Its simplistic nature of getting back to the basics of running is what I love! I am also so excited to be on the same team as some of my good friends. What an honor.

Now, along with the sponsorship, comes more blogging! Yay! I will do better, I promise :). I hope to keep y’all interested!

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A father-son outing ruined by spectators: Controversial?

The following is an article that was set to publish in the Deseret News today, as part of my family fitness column I do every other week. Although it still may be published, it was put on hold for further editing and screening, and not for grammatical errors … although there very well might be some. It is because, and I quote “We don’t want to indict the entire crowd, stadium and franchise, so we want to be careful.”

Are we a society that is putting the feelings of irresponsible consumers of alcohol over the children and families who’s dream it is to watch professional athletes preform at their best?

To be honest, I didn’t think it was controversial at all … maybe I just bleed controversy or something … sheesh.

What do you think? …

A father-son outing ruined by spectators

Anderson excitedly waiting for the game to start.

Anderson excitedly waiting for the game to start.

The other night, I sat in my front room, anxiously awaiting my husband and oldest son, Anderson’s return from an extremely rare father-son outing to the RSL game against Portland. Having watched the game on television, and knowing that RSL beat Portland 4-2, I fully expected the two of them to be all smiles. However, when the front door opened, there was a look of disappointment that was very apparent on both their faces.
From a very young age, much like his dad, Anderson has had a strong draw to the game of soccer – or, fútbol, as he prefers to call it. From the time he could walk, it seemed Anderson always had a soccer ball at his feet, and over the course of his nine-year life, not much has changed.

For birthdays and Christmas’s he asks for jerseys of his favorite players, Lionel Messi and Didier Drogba, as well as the biographies to go along with them so he can learn just how they became pros. I will find him searching game highlights on Youtube, and watch him study intently, every move, then watch him practice over and over those same moves in the backyard and on the field with his club soccer team.

There was even a time when Anderson was a bit peeved at my husband and me for not sending him to Spain to go to training camp. “How will I ever get to play for FC Barcelona if I don’t go to the camp,”he would emphatically ask?

I love seeing his passion at such a young age, but more than anything, I love to watch him share that passion with his dad.

There is nothing quite like watching those two practice kicking the ball into make-shift targets they’ve fashioned out of old tires, practicing juggles or just playing a father-son pick-up game. And as much as I dislike watching soccer on TV, I love watching the two of them watch it together.

A couple of weeks ago, was one of these such moments, when the two of them stayed up late to watch the RSL playoff game against the LA Galaxy on TV. They were almost synchronized in their reactions to each play that was made, as they cheered RSL to a 2-0 victory over Galaxy.

Watching those two sit together, celebrating that win, I could tell neither of them wanted that moment to end.

That night, after Anderson had gone to bed, my husband and I discussed taking some money we had saved up, to purchase tickets for he and Anderson to go to RSL’s next game against Portland. It would be a stretch, but we knew it would would be something Anderson would not soon forget.

The night of the game, Anderson got all decked out in his RSL jersey. I have never seen a boy so excited. I know my husband was equally as excited to have this time with his son.

However, upon finding their seats, more specifically, who they were sitting by, my husband knew this would not turn out as they had hoped. They were surrounded by a group of foul-mouthed, beer-drinking indiviudals, who spent from pre-game to the very last second of the game, yelling obsenities and throwing objects around. My husband recounted asking one to please stop, motioning to Anderson. The man yelled back at my husband saying, “I don’t say anything here, that I wouldn’t say in front of my own child.” He then continued with his behavior.

That night was to be a night that a father and his son spent together, enjoying a game they both love. In stead, it was ruined by a group of spectators acting like idiots.

I’m not sure if or when there will be another time when the two of them will be able to attend a professional soccer game. I only wish they could have been able to enjoy it.

So, if you are reading this, and are one of those individuals who attends professional games only for the chance it gives you to drink alcohol and yell out obsenities, I ask you to please don’t. That little boy and his father you might be sitting next to, have not come to hear you; they want to enjoy a rare moment together, watching a sport they love, and build (good) lasting memories.

Arianne Brown is a mother to six young kids and an avid runner. For more articles by Arianne, “like” her Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/WriterArianneBrown?hc_location=stream) page or follow her on twitter @arimom5.

 

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Running during pregnancy and beyond

uring all of my pregnancies, I have done my best to be fit through all of them. It wasn’t until this last one – #6 – that I decided to take on the challenge of maintaining a substantial level of fitness until the very end.

Knowing that racing was something I wanted to stay away from, so that I didn’t push it too hard, I decided that pacing would be the best way to go. So, I ended up pacing the SLC Marathon, Provo 1/2, Utah Valley 1/2 and HOMM 1/2 at 6 months along. I threw in one half marathon at 22 weeks along, just to see how my fitness level was before the UV 1/2, which I ended up winning, surprisingly :/.

All of this and more helped me to realize what the pregnant body is capable of. And despite some (joking) concerns from my Dr., who by the end, was completely on board, all was good. I felt fantastic the whole way through, and was even able to run three miles just hours before I delivered my handsome 7 lb 7 oz little baby boy.

Delivery was great and fast, with recovery even better … despite the regular post-pregnancy annoyances (I wrote about here).

Speaking of post-pregnancy, I want to talk a little bit about getting back into shape. Now, there are so many ideas, opinions of when to begin exercising. And anyone who has a baby is given that “magic” number of six weeks.

For some this may be necessary, but for me, the Dr. might as well give me PPD or extremely high anxiety and stress. Staying inactive for one or two weeks would make me nuts; six weeks of inactivity would drive me insane. Here’s an article I wrote about that, too :).

In my past pregnancies, I have gone on light walks the first couple of weeks, and then begin short runs at two weeks. However, a good friend of mine told me that she was back to running days after.

Although I wouldn’t recommend this if you weren’t extremely active before, I decided to take the challenge. At six days (after all the engorgement had gone down, allowing me to wear a bra again), I went for a 3 mile run. I figured I had easily run that far one week before, so I should be able to do it again.

Guess what? I was fine. Despite feeling a little wobbly in my legs and gushy in my stomach, I slowly ran those three miles. I kept close tabs on my bleeding, which was minimal. I felt great!

With each day following, I would head out for anywhere between three and five miles, and with each day, I felt better, stronger and faster. And at three weeks post-baby, I had put in 32 miles in one week.

Since then, I have maintained 4-6 miles a day, with 8 miles run just yesterday, at my one month mark. I even ran a little (impromptu) race three days ago at my husband’s school. It was a middle school race against the parents and teachers. I convinced my husband to run it, and I was planning on going for a run after, so I wore my running clothes.

My good friend saw that I was wearing my running clothes, and also seeing it as an opportunity for her to hold my baby, she told me to run it. So, seconds after the gun went off, I raced off to catch the runners. It was a two mile run, that I ended up running the two mile course in 13:55.

Here are some pictures:

running with my friend.

running with my friend.

Adam didn't expect a HS XC runner, fresh off of state to be there. He still came out with an 11:55. Not bad for having just paddle-boarded all the way home!

Adam didn’t expect a HS XC runner, fresh off of state to be there. He still came out with an 11:55. Not bad for having just paddle-boarded all the way home!

The finish.

The finish.

we are right after the race. Ignore the red-faced lady with her tongue sticking out. Yikes!

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While there, one of my inspirations was there: My friend, Catey … MOTHER OF 9!!  She blogs at http://randomthoughtsfromthezoo.blogspot.com/, if you’re interested.

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I felt great the whole run! … I feel great! More importantly, I am me again, and when I am me again, I am better able to take care of my family.

 

My sweet kids, and my reason for vowing to be healthy :). I sure do love them.

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I finally made six figures!

Yep, that’s right. After years spent in the 5 figure range, we finally got the promotion we’ve been waiting for. Six figures, baby! … or should I say six baby figures? 🙂

As much as a six figure salary would be nice, if you haven’t guessed already, we welcomed our sixth child into our family last Tuesday, September 24th.

Now, before I move on, I have to give credit where credit is due; My surprisingly clever husband is the one that came up with the “six figures” thing. He Facebooked it from the hospital, and it just brought all sorts of smiles.

Weighing in at a 7 lbs 7 oz and 19″ long, our little Axel Adam Brown was born, after about 12 hours of labor. Which, by the way, is a new record.

For some weird genetic reason, all of my children have been posterior (face up), making for looooonnnnggg labors. With all of my other children, I would begin active labor early in the morning, not to have them until the next morning. This time around, I started contractions at about 11:30 pm, and had him at 11:15 the next morning. So, not so bad :).

I actually had a Dr. appt on Monday morning. I was 39 weeks along, which is the longest I have ever gone. I was feeling a little tired of being pregnant. My Dr. gave me permission to go for a run … umm, I guess he didn’t know that I had already been doing that, like, the whole pregnancy.

I took his orders, and at 8:30 that night, I ran 3 miles. It was a frustrating 3 miles, and not because I was uncomfortable. The frustrating thing was that I wasn’t uncomfortable at all! I ran the whole way without even so much as a tightness. I actually felt really good.

I got home and called my mom, who was “on call” to come up and help. I told her that I didn’t feel like anything was happening, and to wait until at least the morning to come up.

At about 11:30, I had a really painful contraction, and then they were about ever 10 minutes. I called my mom, and being the wonderful mom she is, she packed up and left at 1 am, to drive 3 hours up to my house. Can you say, best mom ever!

We left for the hospital at 4:30 am. Adam had asked me not to have another all-night labor, like I have every other time. I knew the odds were not in my favor, and I told him not to hold his breath. 🙂

The funny thing about this time, was when I told the nurses this was my sixth child, they seemed to think I had it all under control, which wasn’t too far from the truth. The problem was, nobody would come and check on me … like, at all.

I had to call them every hour or so to ask them to come check on me. And because my labors are so slow, I have had to be put on pitocin to speed things up. I told the nurse this, and she never turned it on, and didn’t bother to tell me.

After being dilated at an 8 for what seemed like forever, I called for the nurse and asked her if she had turned on the pitocin. She said that she was helping another patient who was having her first child, and figured that I could wait it out a while. She didn’t want to turn it on because she didn’t have time to help me. What??!

I asked her nicely to turn it on, and she begrugdgingly did, and then went to help the other patient. Almost as soon as she did, I felt the epidural wearing off. I had remembered the Anethstesiologist telling me there was a button to push, but I forgot where it was.

Immediately, I began to feel everything on my right side, and a lot of it on my left (I had a one-sided block). I felt his head drop down, called for the nurse, and he was born 15 minutes later, with me feeling IT!

It was the first time that I had actually felt things, and it was really neat.

When he was born, I had this “I’ve seen that baby before” thought. He looks very much like his brothers!

We are so happy he is here. He is a perfect little baby, and we couldn’t be happier.

Here are some pics:

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Handsome boy

Handsome boy

Ace

Ace

Anderson

Anderson

Aspen

Aspen

Aussie

Aussie

Azure

Azure

the boys) :

the boys) :

a very tired dad

a very tired dad

grandpa darrell

grandpa darrell

all of us :)

all of us 🙂

My mom

My mom

My youngest brother, Kett

My youngest brother, Kett

Grandma Holly, AKA "Golly"

Grandma Holly, AKA “Golly”

 

 

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Family of Lake Powell boating victim holds 5K to honor a life of service

A few weeks ago, I was asked to write an article, helping to spread the word about a 5k that would benefit a girl by the name of Valerie Rae Bradshaw, who was killed in a boating accident at Lake Powell, back in June.

Immediately, I knew the story. Having gone to Lake Powell nearly every year since I was a child, when I hear about tragedies there,  it really hits home. I remember the way I felt when I heard about it, and exactly where I was; it was just one of those things.

Being asked to write about it was such an honor, and I was so glad to help spread the word.

As I studied up on Valerie, I learned so much more about her that I didn’t know. As was written in the article, Valerie led a life of service, specifically having spent time as a full-time missionary for the LDS church. This, and other missionary callings is what the 5K is intended for: Raising money for the General Mission Fund for the LDS Church, so that other missionaries are able to serve.

As I learned more about her family, I felt a connection to her. She, too came from a large family (9 kids, with 2 sisters and 6 brothers). There are 10 kids in my family; I have  2 sisters and 7 brothers.

The thing that touched me the most, was a  picture of Val and her two sisters that was taken not long before her death. Her twin sister is expecting, and they all look so happy.

Valerie is on the left with her two other sisters.

Valerie is on the left with her two other sisters.

I have a picture of me and my two sisters shortly before my older sister’s death. I was expecting my third child at the time. I remember it being a good day spending time with family. If I remember right, it was the day of my younger brother, Rand’s mission farewell to Singapore.

Me and my sisters Megan and Molly not long before Megan passed.

Me and my sisters Megan and Molly not long before Megan passed.

At that time,  we had no idea that it would be the last family photo we would take together. Looking at the picture of Val and her sisters, I’m sure holds a very similar feeling.

And when I think of her sister who was expecting, I am reminded of the feelings and questions I had following my sister’s passing. I wanted to know if Megan was able to meet my son, Ace before he came to earth. Without saying too much, I know without a doubt that they were able to meet. I know the same can be said for Val’s sister.

If you want to read the story and learn more about the family’s cause, here is the link to the article.

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A 5k with my daughter

This past Saturday, I ran a 5k with my 8-year-old daughter, Aspen. It was such an amazing experience that I can’t wait to do, again. I learned so much from those 31 minutes (which is flying for a tiny, 3’6″, (maybe) 4o lb little girl).  She inspired me in so many ways.

The two of us right before. 8 is great! She's 8 year's old; I'm 8 months prego!

The two of us right before. 8 is great! She’s 8 year’s old; I’m 8 months prego!

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Aspen after having run the entire 5k (without walking or stopping) in 31 minutes! Those little legs can move!

Here are two articles I wrote that were all about this 5k … yeah, it was that awesome, that I got two whole articles out of it! Crazy!

Lessons learned on a run with my daughter (Spectrum article)

5k changed my relationship with my daughter (Des News)

 

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An article I was scared out of my mind to publish

As you may or may not know, I write a lot of columns dedicated to being a mother. As a mother of 5 (almost 6) kids, it is what I live, so it is something that comes naturally for me to write about.

I have written about all sorts of experiences and lessons I have learned. In all of my articles, I do my very best to be very sensitive to all mothers and all situations, and I rarely complain. If I ever do, it is in a joking manner. I am really so, so grateful to be able to be a mother.

However, each time I write a column that is even remotely on the complaining side, I get a flood of emails from women who are unable to bear children, telling me that I am ungrateful and that I should never complain about having children. I have even been told that I need to write about infertility; something I am not experienced enough to write about.

I always feel bad when I get emails like this, and second guess what I am doing as a mother. I wonder if I am a bad mom, or if I am not being grateful. Still,  as rewarding as it is, being a mom is a difficult job.

Last November, my family had a very difficult thing happen to us. I had a miscarriage. Next to losing my older sister nearly 7 years ago, this was really one of the most difficult things I ever went through.

I wrote about it here. I got overwhelming support from women, and it really helped me to get through it. However, I did have some people who I was close to, who knew that I already had 5 healthy children, say things like, “looks like it’s your turn,” or “welcome to the club.” Those remarks never helped, and really made me feel like there was a “club” and that there was a definite line drawn between fertile women and those who had difficulty.

So, I had the thought that I would write about the flip side of infertility. This was probably my most stressful article yet and one I have read over and over again. I submitted it and got good encouragement from my editor.

Today, however, I felt sick to my stomach. I knew it was set to publish today, and even went as far as to see if I could have it removed before it went on line. Well, it is up, and I am so scared to read the comments.

I want all readers to know that I took careful consideration with it, and meant no offense. My hope was to bring all of us together. I hope I was able to do that.

Here is the article. I welcome any thoughts.

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