Kristin Armstrong's Blog, page 15

threshold

I have turquoise blue paint on my fingertips, distracting me while I type. I am repainting my kids' hideout while they are away at camp. There is something therapeutic about borders made with blue painter's tape, new brushes and rollers … Continue reading →

the thief

I made a lot of promises to myself this summer.  Two of them, I promise to get you in better shape and I promise to give you more rest, seem to be mutually exclusive, at least at first glance.  My … Continue reading →

freedom

Happy July 4th.  Happy Independence Day. By now y'all well know I love holidays.  Thanksgiving is a day to ponder gratitude, New Years and birthdays are about fresh starts...and 4th of July is all about freedom. I know for a … Continue reading →

my pleasure

Sometimes a marathon is 26.2 miles.  Other times a marathon could be considered an extended period of time on the move with your children.  Maybe this is more precisely called a Mommy Marathon. It's already over 100 degrees in Texas … Continue reading →

good to be queen

My running palette is getting more colorful and diverse. Last night I had the pleasure of watching my kids run the mile at Nite Moves.  Allow me to paint the scene for you.  The backdrop is blue sky with a … Continue reading →

exodus

I made my exodus yesterday.  Two flights, one layover, and one-yapping-wiener-dog-in-a- mesh-bag-under-the-seat later - and I was immersed in my other life, my home away from home. Home looks like it did when I left it.  Foggy and gray outside, … Continue reading →

nocturnal admissions

When the heat starts to crank up in Texas, I become nocturnal.  I forget the desperate need to run at 5:30 am until I try running after 9. Yesterday I went to Cassie's track workout, which I haven't done in … Continue reading →

summatime

Yesterday was the last day of school.  I had big ideas this week of how much I was going to get done, how I was going to cram errands, workouts, and work deadlines into the final few days of school … Continue reading →

fire

This morning I was mad.  M.A.D mad.  I can't remember the last time I was truly furious, except at myself.  I can remember annoyed, frustrated, impatient, grumpy, and resentful, at a situation or another person...but full on P.O.'ed?  It has … Continue reading →

the clearing

Isabelle and I slept in my room last Saturday night, so we could wake up early without disturbing Luke and Grace.  Her entire ensemble was laid precisely over my bedroom chair, her ponytail holder, her tiny turquoise Nike shorts, her … Continue reading →