A Very Kitty Christmas
/If you're bored out of your mind or drunk on eggnog, you may enjoy watching the videos below. What can I say? I'm not at my most entertaining at 5 in the morning. Also, yes, I get that we're weird about our cats.
If you're bored out of your mind or drunk on eggnog, you may enjoy watching the videos below. What can I say? I'm not at my most entertaining at 5 in the morning. Also, yes, I get that we're weird about our cats.
It's that time of year. The time when we get to begin anew. Forget January 1st as the kick-off day for goals and resolutions. I've always been a December girl when it comes to starting over. My usual pattern is that I'm admirably disciplined the first 3-4 months of the year, a little less during the summer, and by late fall I can be found vegetating on the couch watching back-to-back marathon episodes of "Chopped." Right now I'm so sick of my sloth-like behavior I can barely stand myself. It's time for a change.
I read a blog post the other day about achieving without goals. I'm intrigued. I want 2012 to be a year of purpose but I like the author's premise that goals won't necessarily get you there:
"You don’t need goals to tell you what to do. You know what to do. You’re excited about doing it already — you just need to focus, and get to it.
Goals keep you focused on something in the future, instead of being present and enjoying what you’re doing right now. Goals keep you fixed on one path, which might not be the best path in a week or a month or a year. They keep you fixated on one thing, rather than being open to new opportunities, being flexible as the landscape changes, being free to pursue something you’re newly passionate about rather than sticking to something you’re tired of."
The thought of spending my days pursuing my passions is ever-so-more intriguing than working my way through a checklist of mini sub-goals and timelines.
Here's a simple example. Blair and I are spending the next couple of days cleaning closets out around the house. Sounds like a horrible must-do task, right? Wrong! We love it. We are ruthless as we pick through what stays and what goes and everything gets a nice new home on a freshly dusted shelf. Makes me happy just to think about it.
And that's the point. We (and yes, Blair's psyched about it too) are looking forward to it because--sad as it may be--we have a passion for that sort of culling out of old things and bringing order to our home. But I can almost guarantee that if I had made a checklist of "things we need to get done over the holidays" and put "clean closets" on the list, we'd be dragging our feet. How you approach a task is important.
I'm going to try to carry that into 2012. I'm sure I'll never fully give up my beloved checklists but I do want to work on being more excited and focused on whatever it is that's in front of me at any given time, whether that's writing, reading, running, petting a cat, spending time with Blair and friends, cooking, etc.
So in 2012 I want to live life with intent and passion. (But shhh... just don't call it a goal.)
Cheers,
Dena
Dear Family and Friends:
Hello, Happy Holidays, and Welcome to this year’s Harris Holiday Newsletter! This year our newsletter is available only online. We now stay so connected with email, Facebook and texting that it’s just a natural progression for the annual Christmas letter to move to an electronic format. (Of course, it also allowed us to procrastinate to the last minute, an unintended but very welcome benefit.)
Outside the Winter Palace with our tour groupSo let’s get to it! The big news for the year is our trip to Russia in May. It was a once in a lifetime trip to Moscow (seriously – you only want to visit Moscow once in your lifetime), St. Petersburg, as well as quick stops in Finland and Estonia. The best part of the trip was the unbelievable architecture and history of St. Petersburg. The worst part was the food. Potatoes, potatoes, potatoes, and salt. A LOT of salt. As in, it took a week before the bloating went down. Also, we learned that if you tell a Russian chef there’s a vegetarian in the group, you will almost inevitably be served a plate of French fries (with salt) as a substitute for your meal.
After the mud run but before the shower...Running still dominates life at the Harris household, but this year Blair joined in the competitive fun. A group of us ran the Virginia Beach Rock-N-Roll Half Marathon over Labor Day and Blair beat his prior time by over 30 minutes! We also ran the Marine Corp Mud Run in June. Blair is now running three days a week and is known to say things like, “I missed my run yesterday so I need to run tonight.” It’s a little Twilight Zone like. He’s dropped almost 25 pounds since the start of the year and is now a svelte 180.
Dena had a stellar running year, with back-to-back marathon PR’s (personal records). She ran a 3:38:38 at Myrtle Beach in February, then smashed it with a 3:29:45 performance at the Savannah marathon in early November. Not satisfied, she participated (or, okay, “was dragged screaming, crying, and pouting”) in her first 24-hour ultra in December in Rocky Mount, VA on a 1-mile loop course. She didn’t make it 24 hours but she did manage to run 53 miles in just under 11 hours. The bug has bitten and she’s already signed up for her next 24-hour run in September 2012 with the goal to run at least
Running at the 24-Hour Ultra Challengeuntil midnight.
For once we have nothing to report on the money pit! No major repairs or renovations to the home this year. We did finally purchase the last ½ acre of land behind the house that Blair has had his eye on since we moved in (and that he’s been mowing, gratis, for the last 10 years, hoping to induce the owner to sell earlier, to no avail). Blair did take a bee-keeping course over the summer but to Dena’s (and perhaps the neighbors) relief, nothing has come of it yet.
Dena stayed busy this year with speaking presentations at several writers’ conferences, local and regional. Her book, Who Moved My Mouse, A Self-Help Book for Cats, has now been optioned in 7 different countries and she’s working on a proposal for her next (you guessed it) cat book. Hopefully you’ll get to read about its publication in next year’s letter. When not writing or running, Dena spent long hours this year on the Executive Board for her local arts council and helped to plan and organize the first Annual Studio Tour of Artists.
Blair’s still loving his work at Hanes Brands Inc. Dena does all she can to support him, including spending copious amounts of cash on the Hanes Brand C-9 Sports Performance line available at Target.
Halloween was another raging success this year with a “Dracula’s Candy Coffin” theme. Blair’s family came to visit for Thanksgiving and our niece spent a week with us this summer, talking about driving and colleges and reminding us how quickly time goes by.
We’ve been fortunate to spend a lot of time with friends this year and
appreciate all the many wonderful people in our lives. We tend to travel in “herds” now to running events and celebrated the end of marathon season with a wonderful dinner out with 14 close friends.
Lucy & Olivia are still here, still fat, still spoiled. Lucy now has over 4500 followers on Twitter (@Lucy_Cat). Please consider joining if you’d like semi-regular updates on whether or not the food dish is full and why cats are smarter and better looking than humans.
That’s all the news from our neck of the woods. Thank you for checking in with us and, as always, we love all of you and very much miss those of you we don’t get to see on a more regular basis. Our most sincere wishes for the very merriest of Christmas’ and the very brightest and most prosperous of New Years!
Love,
Dena & Blair
The picture says it all but I'll give you the setup anyway. We spent today in Fayetteville, NC, at my brother-in-law's. My 16-year-old niece went to take a picture of Blair and me sitting on the couch and as she took aim her mom said, "Don't get that hoe in the picture."
"Hey!" said Blair. "Don't talk about my woman that way!"
Happy Holidays!!!

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I want a cat.
There, I’ve said it. Proclaimed my intent to the Universe. Although I’m only willing to accept moderate blame when events transpire to actually bring a cat into my life.
I have no business getting a cat. A few strong reasons off the top of my head include:
And yet.
When I began sharing the news that I had taken a new job near Atlanta and was moving . . . spreading my wings. . . opening myself to new horizons. . . without fail the first comment from almost everyone was, “OMG. You know about the traffic there, right?”
Yes, I am aware of the traffic. Thank you for your loving concern and support.
So how bad is it really? Having lived here now for three months, I can tell you that the 12-mile drive to my office from home can take anywhere between. . .
One of the hardest decisions in moving to Atlanta was knowing I would be leaving behind my 25-year network of friends. These are friends that saw me through job changes (insurance adjuster, librarian, author, marketing maven), life changes (divorce, moves, dating), as well as were there for everything from my first published book to my first marathon to holding my hand when my cat died. A lot of years, a lot tears, much more laughter, and oodles and oodles of love.
In other words—not something easily replaced.
Of course, I’m not “leaving behind” friends but since the five-hour drive between Atlanta and Greensboro isn’t convenient for a quick movie or fro-yo meet-up, the burden is on me to make new friends.
The obvious place to make friends, for me, is the gym. I joined a big-ass Lifetime Fitness...
As most of you know, after 20+ years in NC, I’ve recently relocated to Georgia, about an hour outside of Atlanta. More updates on that later. Right now, I want to share with you the saga of the license plate. It’s a story that more or less sums up my life. What takes other people twenty minutes, takes me 9 weeks, 8 phone calls, 4 DMV visits and a two-week plan to evade the law.
It all started the week I moved to Georgia. I was checking things off my list right and left (pictures hung in new home - check. Food in fridge – check. Wall art for half-bath – check, check, check) and in an effort to be pro-active, toddled off to the DMV to get my GA driver’s license. I showed up prepared for anything – NC driver’s license, passport, pay stub, and invoices from gas, electric and trash removal verifying my new address. I approached the teller window.
Teller: “Social security card.”
Me: “I don’t have that, but here’s my passport.”
Teller: “I can’t issue you a license without a social security card.”
I get a lot of questions about the best ways to train. Which, considering I spent the earlier part of this year on crutches, unable to run for four months due to an overuse injury that could have been avoided, I find somewhat amusing. Then there’s the immediate back-pedalling that takes place, usually in the form of, “But I don’t want to run, or get up at 4 am, or do anything that’s hard.”
Gotcha. I can work with that.
Below are five training tips I try to follow. I say try because let’s be honest—we’re all human and some days will be better than others. But these are the big picture items that have kept me pushing for the last ten years, and they are things anyone can adopt into their lifestyle.
1. Pick Something You Love
I can’t count the number of times people say to me, “Ugh, I know I need to run but I hate it.” Um… why exactly do you need to run? I hate Pure Barre and even though my butt never looked better during the month I took classes, I’m not going back.
When I first signed up for this half Ironman, I knew my swim would be slow and my ride would be average, so the plan was to make-up some time on the run. The Universe had other plans though, and handed me the stress fracture in my hip. It was literally only days before the race when my chiropractor agreed that I could try a walk/run of the course, but only if I swore a blood oath that if it hurt, I would stop. And, in a cruel twist of fate, advised that my best strategy would be to run the uphills and walk the down. That goes against everything I hold dear in life, but okay. I figured I would run a mile/walk a mile throughout the race for as long as I could.
My strategy worked perfectly… for the first quarter mile.
(ICYMI: Part I: THE SWIM)
Let’s call it like it is. I crushed the ride on this race. 18.71 average speed. My normal pace with a group where I’m drafting is closer to 17.5, so I had aspirations of maybe holding a 17 mph average. Crushed. It.
What helped me is my Garmin died before the ride even started, so I had no idea for the entire 56 miles what my pace was. I just rode according to how I felt. The first 3-5 miles were shaky (I kept repeating, “You’re out of the water. You’re alive.”), but then we turned right onto the highway, I settled into my arrow bars and literally said out loud, “Let’s make some time.”
Fun fact: They mark your age in sharpie on your left calf in an Ironman race. Not sure why, but...
On Sunday, June 4, I completed my first (because there will be more) Half Ironman. 1.2 mile swim. 56 mile bike ride. 13.1 mile run.
Being my first IM, there’s a lot to process, especially as I didn’t think I’d be able to complete the race due to my hip injury. I am thrilled beyond all words that I finished and probably most proud of the fact that I have (as of yet) to get the IM tattoo splattered across, you know, my face.
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