I think the biggest thing I didn’t expect before I had a baby is that … there are no right answers. Except when there might be.
Ahh! Where does time go? My daughter is already six-and-a-half months old, winter is half over (thank god) and I have about 8 weeks to go before my next big race.
After I did that 8-mile run on New Year’s Day, I signed up for that half marathon in April. And then the universe reached out and said, “girl, oh no you better don’t,” and threw up a few hurdles.
Oh, how it’s changed from a three-month-old. And a newborn. I think if I knew then how little sleep I’d be getting now … well, my head might have imploded.
Am I the only one offended by this?
Instead, I want to work on another problem. It’s a chronic thing. It’s a cultural thing. And maybe it’s a genetic thing. But I know I can change it.
… and for that, I have a lot to be proud of.
It’s the Epic 5K in Bangor on Dec. 28. Wanna join me?
My good blog friend Sarah at Housewife Plus nominated me for a Liebster Award!
I haven’t written in awhile, and all the things I wanted to write about are just piling up. So here they go.