Do you have the time

So, in the grand tradition of being an uninspiring marathoner, allow me to tell you about life since the marathon
 (it's been about 20 hours)

My whole body hurts.

 I feel like I've been hit by a bus.

The thought of walking
 (much less running!)

 a single mile makes me feel very anxious and tired. 

I think the post race euphoria will set in eventually. 

Like in maybe a week. 

When it all feels like a dream.

I still feel kind of deep down cold from all the icy rain. 

I am SO GLAD I took today off from work. 

The only thing on my agenda is lunch with Michele and lounging around.

 And getting new sneakers. 

And cleaning the bathrooms. 

And maybe giving Sugar a bath. 

And watching the Blacklist!

So yeah..exciting post marathon day ahead :) 

Thank you for listening to me whine!!

Lori Ann

Now I'm back on my feet

This whole post should be read with this musical accompaniment!!

Today was THE day.

The "oh my gosh, what was I thinking half marathon day".

Here are all the details that you have been dying to hear. 

(interspersed with random pictures)

This would be my marathon medal. :) 

 So, we went down to the city on Saturday afternoon and checked in at our hotel.

 (my parents and I)

I then went to get my race packet. My mom and I ended up getting free massages and some random souvenirs at the race expo. 

I felt better after I went to the expo because not everyone there was in perfect shape. There were a variety of people, ages, sizes, etc- going to get their packets. 

It goes against my personal beliefs to NOT eat cheesesteaks while in Philly.

We were only one block from the Reading Terminal Market.

 If you are ever in Philadelphia,

 I highly recommend it.

 It's got everything from amazing cheesesteaks to book stores to Amish donuts made by the Amish.

We carbo loaded by eating cheesesteaks and what my mother said were "the best fries I have ever had".

I went to bed bizarrely early.

 Like 8:30 pm.

We stayed at the 4 points Sheraton, which was perfectly located for everything and comfortable and fun.

At 7:15 the next morning I caught a cab to the race site.

It was raining- icy, windy rain.

 And luckily for me, it continued through out the entire race :)

I got into my corral (at the back!) and was just ready to get this thing over with.

It's sad that it was such a rainy day as the race took us around some of the best parts of Philly. 

The art museum, city hall, fairmont park, everywhere.

At mile 3, I ran into my former intern Laura, who actually came up from NC to see me race.

She walked mile 3 with me.

But I was then on my own for miles 3-12.5.

You guys, I am not an inspirational marathoner.

It was SO hard. I was sooooo cold, my hands had started swelling up, my clothing was completely soaked through, and I couldn't feel my feet after mile 6.

My music got annoying, 

I kept looking over my shoulder for the 'sweeper van'.

It was hard almost every step of the way.

By mile 11 I was so ready for it to be over.

If someone had offered me a ride at that point I would have taken it.

 I was actually fantasizing about being driven across the finish line.

 I had absolutely no 'finish line fever'.

So, I finally see the Art Museum (where I know the finish line is) but I feel like it keeps getting further and further away, like a mirage.

And then, with about half a mile to go I see her.

My mom.

She is walking toward me in a poncho.

She (and then my friend Laura) walked the last half mile with me.

I don't know if I would have made it without them:) 

Coolest moment of the whole race for me. 

And here it is....

I crossed the finish line in just under 4 hours.

 About a 18 minute mile pace.

But I could care less about my time. 

I did it. 

I finished it. 

And I wasn't even last. 

The things that kept me going were: the memories of my coworkers cheering for me- my mom always telling me that pioneer women crossed the plains with no feet- thinking about how much I want my nieces to see me doing this stuff- and dreaming about the bubble bath I was going to take when I got home.

A year and half ago, I couldn't walk a quarter mile. 

I would take breaks to sit down while walking through walmart. 

Today, I walked (and ran about 2 miles total) 13.1 miles. 

If I can do, anyone can do it. 

Lori Ann

A marathoner 

There's not a thing that I would change

So, today was one of the best days of my life. 

You know how I have been talking about how obsessed I am with friendship lately? 

Because my therapist said I don't have friendship making skills? And because I've met some really

cool girls who make me want to give up my whole "yuck, friendship is too much work" ideas?

Well, they are officially my BFFs for the rest of their lives.

Today I rolled in to work. I was tired. I had woken up 30 minutes before I had to be at work. 

I threw on a slobby outfit and ran out the door without packing my lunch or even eating breakfast. (unless you count 4 skittles as breakfast)

I had an evaluation in my schedule for 9 am. A new client. 

At 9 am, my friend Michele knocks on my office door and tells me that my eval has wandered over to the lounge area and she wants me to come and get her to come to my office. 

I was ranting in the 30 second walk from my office to the lounge that I was NOT in the mood to deal with someone who is so emotionally unstable they can't wait in the waiting room for the evaluation to begin. 

I get to the lounge and there are like 20 people there. 

Cheering. 

And wearing bright yellow t-shirts that say "Team Lori". 

And there is an incredible (and healthy!) spread of breakfast items. 

And they are singing the rocky song and clapping for me. 

I; of course, start crying. 

Why can't I be a cute crier?

That moment- seeing them all lined up and cheering for me- will always be one of the best moments of my life. 

My friends Dawn and Michele arranged it all. I think Dawn was the master planner. 

She is the one that has been counting down until the Half marathon with me for the last 50 days. 

She made all the t-shirts. 

30 or more "team Lori" shirts. 

The psychiatrists were wearing them. The secretaries. The front desk person. All the therapists on my wing. My supervisor. All of client registration. 

And they wore them all day long. 

Everywhere I went, someone was wearing a "Team Lori" shirt. 

And Dr. K- my favorite psychiatrist- got me a gift bag of energy chews and made me a poster of my favorite politicians and George Clooney cheering me on. 

It's got Rand Paul half naked on it, people. 

And our CEO came down and told me that he was proud of me. And that, even though the race hadn't happened yet, it was like I had already run it. 

My supervisor said "We all love you so much".

Who does this kind of thing for people?

Who is that unbelievably wonderful?

My friends, that is who. 

My amazing, inspiring, kind, thoughtful friends. 

My favorite client of all time recently told me that he felt like God brought us together. 

I want to say the same thing to Dawn and Michele. 

I see God's love for me through the two of you. 

You get me. Sometimes my own family doesn't get me, but you do. 

You are the hands of God in my life and I will never be able to thank you enough just for being the amazing women that you are. 

Thank you for keeping me going on this long road. Thank you for listening. Thank you for making me walk and taking away the treats and remembering me every single day.

Thank you for today. For the long hours of work and coordination it must have taken. 

You are officially stuck being my friends forever. 

Trust me, it's going to be a bumpy road. Especially once I give up sugar :) 

Lori Ann

And there's reason to believe

I am watching my sister's kids for a few hours this morning.

So, rather than actively engaging with them and enjoying these last few wistful years of their childhood- I have decided to zone out and update this blog!

The Michigan Years

We moved to Michigan when I was 11. 

My dad didn't want to keep his business (he was a pool plasterer) and he wanted to spend time near his family.

We moved to a town in Southeastern Michigan called Tecumseh.

 One town over from the town my dad grew up in- Adrian.

Tecumseh was a famous native American.

 Tecumseh is also the refrigeration capital of the world.

 I bet you didn't know that. 

Here are the things you need to know about Michigan. 

Michigan was like living in a different country.

They had soda I'd never heard of.

They had a very distinctive accent. 

They all could point to where they lived in Michigan by holding up their hand and saying 'I'm from..." and then pointing to some spot.

 Apparently Michigan is shaped like a hand.

 If you ever run into a Michigander
 (they call themselves that)

 ask them where in Michigan they are from.

I promise you they will do the hand thing.

There is some kind of odd rivalry between lower Michigan and the 'UP'. (upper peninsula)

 My dad still refers to UP people with scorn, calling them "upers" (pronounced you-purrs)

The winters were nuts.

 Like 10 feet of snow nuts

. School was NEVER cancelled because they were used to driving and walking in the snow. 

Speaking of walking, we walked to school.

 Most kids did. 

Tecumseh, Michigan is everything you think of when you think of an American small town.

Everyone loves high school football, there are old fashioned ice cream shops downtown, and you walk to school. 

I felt like I was living in the 1950's. 

It was a very hard time for our family though.

It took my dad a while to find a job. 

We lived in the shadiest house ever.

 I wish I had pictures. 

My mom wasn't very happy.

 She isn't super close to her family but I don't think she had ever lived that far away. 

She didn't like the Michigan way of life. 

It was a weird few years for me.

When we moved my parents decided to put me into 7th grade, instead of 6th. 

I did really well but eventually the school decided to send me back to elementary school.

So, that was an odd transition. 

We started paper routes as a family to earn extra money. 

 (the beginning of the 'normals and weirds')

The best memories that I have are:

Getting to spend time with my grandparents.

 Both have since passed away.

 My grandfather took me flying in a small plane.
(He was a pilot in WW 2)

Watching weird late night soap operas from Canada.

 There was one called "let the blood run free" and it was about a crazy hospital.

We were close enough to Canada to get some of their strange shows. 

They do bottle recycling in stores in Michigan.

 It's like 10 cents a bottle.

 So we would run around, collecting bottles and drag them all down to the convenience store for money. 

This strange drunken guy would frequently ride his bike down to our lawn and crash there, asking if we had a bathtub that he could borrow for his next kegger.

 I'm not sure why he asked us so many times.

Our elderly next door neighbors- Gene and Bea- were nudists.

You had to be careful walking by their house. 

There was some kind of purple flower that grew in the front yard.

I don't know what it's called- maybe it was lilacs.

 But it was the best smell in the whole world. 

Once, my parents were away, and we got so freaked out being in that weird house on our own that we performed some kind of weird exorcism because we thought the devil was in our bedroom.

We had the green nova.

 That car was epic. 

I fell in love with my 7th grade math teacher- Mr. McDowell. I changed the way i wrote my 8's to match him.
 (two circles instead of a figure 8). 

I started writing weird, emo poetry. 

I got to go to Disney world again with a family that I babysat for. The Wagners. 

I could go on and on.

 It was a weird, hard, interesting few years.

But it did not prepare me for the years ahead. 

The Jersey Years. 

Lori Ann

p.s.- Talking about Michigan always makes me feel so tired. I don't know why. 

When I want to run away

The Dublin Years 

I lived in the red brick house across from the Dairy Queen in Dublin, PA for 6 years.

 From age 5 to age 11. 

I still remember our phone number. 249-0889.

They were, by far, the most stable years of my entire childhood. 

My dad had his own business and my mom got to be more of a stay at home mom- although she still worked some of the time- and things were somewhat ok. 

I attended Bedminster Elementary with both of my sisters.

Jr went to another elementary school because they had a better special education program. 

I have so many amazing memories of those years. 

Playing outside until it got dark. 

My dad playing catch with us 3 girls for hours. 

The shoelaces in the bike chain incident. 

Being in love with my next door neighbor Kevin. 

Having some of the best missionaries ever. Including the one that would eventually get my dad to join the church- Elder Gibson

My mom would sew us dresses. 

We ate dinner together at the dining room table. 

I took piano lessons.

We got our first computer. 

(which I destroyed by pouring baby powder into it)

My dad's sister, my aunt Robin, lived with us for a little while.

 She always had us do funny skits. 

My parents surprised us with a trip to Disney World. 

I started to fall in love with American history when I went to Jamestown and Gettysburg.

Sleeping at the firehouse the night the barn burned down. 

I remember playing softball.

 Joining a bowing league.

 Trick or treating for hours and hours.

 Watching Disney's Sunday night movie and sleeping in the living room.

 Building forts out of wood.

 Riding our bikes to the IGA.

Watching Girls just want to have Fun over and over one summer. 

My parents took away the TV and I started reading, reading, reading

 A little too much VC Andrews unfortunately.

 I got my stuffed rabbit Peachy.

 I broke my arm roller skating.

My sister Erin and I got baptized together when I was 8 and she was 9.

I played the friar in my 4th grade production of Romeo and Juliet.

 We got sealed as a family in the Washington DC Temple. 

There were hard times too. 

I don't like to think about the hard times.

Especially not the really hard times. 

 So, I hold on to the good times. 

The day my dad explained the cold war to me while we listened to Leningrad on Billy Joel's Storm Front album.

The nights my dad would wake us up at midnight and we would all go down to the Souderton Pizza Hut and help my mom close it down so she could come home and go to bed.

 And we would always listen to 'in your eyes' by Peter Gabriel on the jukebox.

 Whenever I hear it, it takes me back to that place of mopping floors and rolling silverware in the middle of the night. 

The time my mom bought me a sparkly new outfit for my 4th grade Christmas concert. 

My mom getting us lost in Boston while we were site seeing. 

Listening to Neil Diamond and drinking kool aid at my aunt Debbie's house in Allentown.

My parents dressing up and scaring us on purpose. 

My sisters being mad at me because I chose "fairy land pink" as the wall color for our room.

The "michael jackson" room in our basement. And all the random chocolate recipes we would find. 

The end of the season ice cream from Dairy Queen.

My dad turning up his music so loud it would make all the floors in the house shake. 

And a million, billion other memories. 

Lori Ann

p.s.- Next installment- the Michigan Years. AKA "the dark times".   :) 

Is to save every day

Ok, so the next chapter in the thrilling life adventure of Lori Ann!!!

Grab your popcorn as we delve into...

The early childhood years!

So, the years I don't remember?

 Birth to 5?

Apparently they were fairly chaotic years. 

We moved a lot. 

Lived in some motels, apartments, and various houses. 

My parents still tell the stories of 'the yellow house' or 'that one house in Jersey' or wherever. 

Places I have no memory of. 

I think it was a hard time for my parents.

 They didn't really have support of any kind from their families. 

In part because we lived far from my dad's family (and they were never super close anyway) and in part because my mom's sisters (the ones who weren't 6 and 4 years old) were all having kids at the exact same time.

 Literally.

 I think the first 10 grand kids on my mom's side were born in the span of about 5 years. 

So, my parents had 4 kids, aged 3 and under, and were pretty much on their own. 

Both of my parents worked on and off.

 I know my mom wanted and tried to be a stay at home mom, but she sometimes had to work and my dad's work has always been seasonal.

So, those were the early years. 

As a therapist I have learned that ages birth to 6 are some of the most important years in a person's life. 

"The wonder years" they are called. 

They affect your sense of self, your relationship with others, how you see the world. 

It's odd to know that I have been deeply affected by years that I don't even remember. 

There aren't even that many pictures.

 I think I have maybe 5 pictures of me before the age of 5. 

Maybe that's why I have always taken a million pictures of my sister's kids.

 I want them to see their lives from every age. 

My favorite stories that my mom tells about those years are the following two:

She said I used to just go around and open drawers and look at things but I would never get anything out.

 It's not so much the story but how she tells it that I love.

She said that I would never let her brush the back of my hair and it would be nice and combed in the front and a 'birds nest' in the back. 

Apparently I had a strong sense of style from a young age as well.

 (I lost that somewhere along the way)

And I may or may not have buried a doll that everyone called "big foot". 

That's three stories. 

I know these entries are kind of boring.

 But the unexamined life is not worth living, right?

And we're about to head into the crazy Dublin, elementary school years.

 The years of the awesome biker dudes, the good and plenty trade, trips to Disney World, and taking bowling lessons. 

So, there is that to look forward to :) 

Lori Ann

p.s.- I've now lost a total of 169 lbs. Only 31 lbs to the 200 lbs lost mark! I am going to have a GIANT party when that happens. But just no cake because on April 1st I am giving up sugar for one year. It's time to break the addiction.

p.p.s.- Less than a week until my half marathon. Yikes. It's starting to get really, really scary.
 (but awesome!)

Holding on too tight

So...

Lately, in therapy, I've taken to asking people to write me or tell me the story of their lives.

It has a lot of therapeutic benefits which I won't list because this blog can be something of a snooze fest as it is.

This blog is, in a lot of way, the story of my life.

 At least the story since the day I turned 30 anyway.

One of the things we are asked to do as Mormons is keep a journal.

 Keep a record of our lives and our thoughts.

And I don't really have any records.

I have destroyed every journal I've ever written out of fear of my sisters finding it.

 How dramatic, I know. 

So, this blog is really the only record I have. 

So, I thought I would write the story of my life here.

Starting from day 1.

Not all at once, of course.

That's insane.

Here is the beginning....

I was born on a snowy Sunday- October 7th, 1979.

 Conference Sunday.

I was the youngest child of David and Terry Hinsdale.

 She was 23 when I was born.

 He was 29.

They didn't know my gender.

When I was born by c-section my mom remembers saying "Now I have 3 girls" and the doctor said "I have 3 girls too!"

My siblings were at home being babysat by the missionaries. 

(It was the seventies, people)

My sibling's ages were as follows:

David Allen Jr.- 3 years, 2 months, and 4 days old.

Danielle Christian- 2 years, 2 months, and 2 days old.

Erin Leigh- 9 months and 27 days old.

That is what my family looked like the day I was born in Doylestown, PA.

I was the only one born in PA.

 My siblings were all born in Bridgeton, NJ.

As a matter of fact, James Ray (my nephew) and I are the only PA babies in our whole family.

That means a lot to me.

Pennsylvania has always been home to me.

 I've lived in 8 other states and when I am gone from PA, I feel lost.

I was born with almost black hair.

Not like my siblings

. And blue eyes.

 Like my siblings.

My parents had met in church about 5 years before this day.

 My dad is from Michigan and my mom lived all over the country before her dad retired from the Air Force.

 How they met in Jersey is beyond me.

My siblings have some small memories of me as a baby.

I don't remember anything until I turned 5 or so.

Riveting, isn't it?

Wait until we get to the next installment- Lori- the early childhood years!

Lori Ann