Run, Baby, Run

Alright, alright, so my attempts at this blogging thing haven't panned out exactly the way I imagined so far. It's almost impossible for me, both by nature and circumstances, to do anything in any sort of consistent manner. I wasn't the most organized person BEFORE I had a tiny human crawling around my legs at every moment, trying to stick his fingers in outlets- when they are not grabbing tumbleweeds of dog hair from under the couch and trying to stick them in his mouth. But I am getting back on track....speaking of tracks, training for a marathon sucks. What the hell was I thinking? I mean I was thinking about my Seven jeans and how I still can't pull them up past my knees (Oh breastfeeding just melts the pounds off! LIES.) and how a marathon would really help take the baby weight off. You know what else takes the baby weight off? Not eating so much. And that's a hell of a lot easier on your knees than pounding the pavement for hours on end. But, I'm sticking with it. Partly out of the desire to achieve something I never thought I could do, but mostly because I already paid for it. So for the next few months, my life will continue to be: baby, run, baby, run, ice knees, cry, baby, run...you get the picture.