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Hi. Welcome. I created CookieMOMster because when I was a first time mom 6 years ago cookies saved me. I was in a whirlwind of sleepless nights, crying and baby drool. I ate lots of cookies and began writing. Writing had been my passion since I was young and I had forgotten how much it meant to me. It's funny how these little lives come into your life and cause chaos but at the same time allow you to re-discover yourself. Thank you to Konrad and Koby for that. So sit down have a cookie and read. I hope you enjoy my blog as much as I enjoy writing. Thanks for visiting. I'm glad you stopped by.

Monday, March 28, 2011

The Agony of De-feet

This past Saturday I ran (jogged) a 3 mile race.  I've been running (jogging) now for 4 years.  You think it would be easy or at least enjoyable.  But the truth is running (jogging) for me is torture.  It is a complete mental struggle.  Before I even begin a race, no matter the miles, I am defeated before my sneakers cross the starting line.  It begins the moment I wake up.  Thoughts cross my suck.  Your slow.  You don't look like a runner.  You could be last.  Why do you do this?  Seriously....WHY?   Then there's the race.  All the "REAL" runners are there.  Looking all running like.  Stretching.  Warming up.  Having cute, funny conversations with one another.  Oh, it's a party for most....for's hell.  My thoughts continue to play in my suck.  Your slow.  Usually before I jog over the starting line I'm close to tears.  But I continue the task of placing one sneaker in front of the other and before I know it I'm jogging.  With each mile struggles occur, pain, feet hurt, breathing...but with in these miles there are good moments too.  I feel happy, alive, and I can say to myself..."self, you are doing it."  "Slow and steady."  And before I know it the finish line is in sight.  With each moment of an up there is a down but nothing can take a way the thrill of crossing a finish line.  That is the answer to the WHY...I jog because I finish.  Slow and steady.

A race is like life.  Not easy.  Lots of emotion.  Many ups and many downs.  But if at the end of my life I can cross the finish line happy with no regrets I will have won the race of a lifetime.


  1. This is my favorite yet - keep it going Kim!

  2. Good job! run on! T :)

  3. Well proud you are doing the running and the writing!

  4. Great story. Keep going, but dont't forget to enjoy the views.


  5. I am so proud of you on so many levels!
    The next time you are standing at the starting line STOP and think of it as a challenge to your spirit and your creative life to be taking in everything around you. Enjoy each breathe of air, take in the sounds, colors, landscape and smiling faces. You can't possibly enjoy the moment if you are competing or worried about how fast, slow, sloppy you may run that day. Run for you! Each stride you take is an expression of a life that Is remarkable, genuine, creative and real. That is what people will see and love about you when they see you run. It isn't easy but it's so much better to be challenged than it is to be stuck at the starting line and not moving. You have inspired me once again to go at my own
    pace... That would be slow! :) gadgetgirl48!

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  7. Kim,
    I dig this, very inspirational. Keep writing!!!

  8. I run because I have a lot of responsibility to leave behind... and because it makes me feel free... but I always run back home (so far!) ; )

  9. Nice! Kim, you always find a way to relate your topic to another aspect(s) of life. It's why this blog has such far-reaching appeal. Everyone can find something of themselves in your pieces. Happy to be one of your loyal followers. Don't ever drop me from your e-mail list.