Well, hello there!

Remember when I used to blog? I'm sure those of you who are a part of my small readership have been happy to have a break from absolutely lost without my random nonsense. I'm hoping you'll graciously accept me back into your reading routines as I'm hoping to be better about blogging at least a couple times a week (as opposed to once every six months).

I have a lot of work to do today while CW is at daycare, but I did want to post a little something. (I think one of the reasons I don't blog more is because I think of each post as an essay--when it's easier and shorter, more like a status update, it's more likely to happen.) For those of you who are close to me (that would be about half of you!), you know that I've been having serious body image issues.  What I've realized through dealing with these feelings of inadequacy is that I need to focus and be committed to being healthier. It's not just about me anymore. CW needs parents who are modeling a healthy lifestyle. So, today is...

NO EXCUSES TUESDAY!

I've been wanting to start running again. A few years ago I was logging 5 miles daily (I think back now and realize that if I had been eating better too, I may have actually reached my goal weight!), and I've missed the runner's high I get and how good I feel. The problem for the past few months is that I've been doing a lot of wanting but not much running. I've rationalized it by whining about not having access to a treadmill in the stupid cold of Chicagoland. This morning though, after I dropped the boy at daycare, I came home, laced up and got my booty out on the road. 

The Chicago Color Run is June 16, and I want to be ready! So, this is my reentry into the blogosphere. Maybe it will be a little bit of accountability? Here's hoping. 

Running

If you've read any of my pregnancy posts, you know that I absolutely love carrying this little guy! The good outweighs the bad in so many ways, but recently I've been craving a run. My college roommate, Sarah (if you don't yet follow/read her blog, you need to!), just posted about getting back into running after the birth of her daughter. While I'm happy for her, I was more jealous than anything. 


I miss running. Now this sounds silly given that if I were a hard-core runner I could still be running right now, 22 weeks into pregnancy. After all, Amber Miller ran the Chicago marathon and then gave birth to her daughter a few short hours later (she was even in labor during the last leg of the race...seriously?).  So, no, I'm not that hard-core, but even people who aren't hard-core can love and miss something. And, I miss running. 


It's really the feeling I get about 7 weeks into running that I miss. My lungs no longer burn, my feet and legs no longer hurt, and 3 miles is a "short" run. That's what I miss. That's what I've been craving. It's supposed to be 50 degrees in Chicago on Friday--perfect running weather, but instead of joining my fellow runners out on the road, I'll be avoiding their cautious glances as I drive by. While running and I have always had a love-hate relationship, the fact that right now we're stuck in this taboo love affair is a bit more than I can handle. I'm hoping that once my Lo gets here he and I will be able to hit the trail, jogging stroller and all, so that someday he'll love-hate running as much as I do.