There Is Nothing Better Than a Clean Port-A-Potty

Long Run Saturday! Woo Hoo!  This is honestly my favorite day of the week.  Last night, Mike and I met my SIL and her husband for a few drinks, no big deal, we were home and in bed before 1000.  Sometime around 230 one of the neighbors woke me up (grrrr) and I was having a hard time falling back to sleep.  Then around 300 Ryan started coughing.  Finally sometime around 400 I finally fell back to sleep.  When the alarm went off at 600, I was just not ready, but the only way to get to a marathon is to get out of bed!
On the drive to the rendezvous point my stomach told me I should have taken a few more minutes in the bathroom this morning.  I was praying for a port a potty at the park and ride, but alas, I was denied!  Having worked all those years in surgery, I decided I would have to institute operation "Bodily Function Control".  Luckily, exactly one mile in, there just happened to be a Port-A-Potty...I did not care what shape it was in, I just cared that I would have relief!!  I am by far the most lucky girl in the world!  Not only was there a Port-A-Potty, it was clean, it had toilet seat cover, toilet paper, and hand sanitizer!!  I felt like I had just won the lottery!!

Saturday  means it is time for my long run/therapy session with my BRF Michelle.  We have been growing our running group, but something in my gut just told me it needed to be Michelle and I today.  I am so glad it was just us!  I have realized I have a found not only a running buddy, but someone who truly gets what I am going through!  It is life changing to not feel alone or like you are the only one going through these crazy life challenges.  I could go on and on and on about my excitement having met Michelle, but I don't want to start sounding creepy (and by the way, I am still kind of on my running high)

The week in general has been very inspirational and motivating.  I have been feeling fast and I decided I needed to start working on a little speed.  It paid off!  I have come to the realization that I am running almost as fast as I was at my peak fitness.  I can't believe that last year at this time I could not even run a mile non-stop...that is if I had even put on shoes to even TRY to run!!

Let's recap the week just because it felt so good.

Monday: Cross Training- Skiing with my husband!!  First time on ski's in four years...it was heaven
Tuesday:  3 mi outside, in the rain, on purpose!  I felt good to just get out and do it
Wednesday:  3 mi Speed work on the treadmill.  8.5 actually felt good
Thursday:  3 mi Another great treadmill run.  Fairly fast and with some incline!
Friday:  Rest day
Saturday:  7mi run with Michelle.  Lots of hills, but a great way to start the day.
Sunday:  Cross day...not sure what I will do, but I think it is high time I got my bike back in some sort of order and on the rollers at a minimum.

Next week will be back to no hubby at home, so also back to all runs at 6am on the treadmill :p Not Awesome!!!

One thing that is Awesome...Next years running re-TREAT is on the schedule!! August can't come soon enough!

How about some pics to finish off the week

The only post workout pic I have that doesn't look horrible, simply because it was after family pics so I had on makeup and it was on the treadmill.  Plus I felt very inspired that run.

Michelle and I post 7mi feeling great about our upcoming goals

My New Years Resolution A Little Early

So I have decided that I spend most of my time Facebooking everything I would write here. Lame. So in an effort to drive some of my friends less crazy with my constant updates on FB, I will go back to my original plan of keeping this page a little more timely.

I have done some great runs since my last post including the 12 K's of Christmas through Kirkland. I planned on running with my BRF's (best running friends) and in fact did start the race with one of them.
I let her know before the start that my legs were feeling a little itchy like they wanted to just go and she let me know her legs just were not feeling a PR race. We decided to just go with it and see how we felt.
I should have known better...
We started in the 10-11min/mi corral. I promptly lost my BRF within the first half mile! I was so irritated by how slow the herd was moving! I felt like I was either going to run over one of them or trip myself on their feet. So I did the old bob and weave and started going at a ridiculous pace. I never even got to see my BRF on the turn. I was too busy getting around everyone else!
Then at about mi three I ran into another BRF who had started in a faster corral. She was dealing with a stitch in her side so was running a nice comfortable pace. I hung out with her for a bit and got control of myself. But, as I am known to do, the next big hill I hit it again.
Let me explain, there are two times you Never want me setting the pace...on a hill or at the finish, no matter what finish! I attack both like it is my business. In both cases, I want the pain to end. So of course in my twisted brain the faster you run the quicker the pain will be over...no matter how much more pain you put yourself in in the meantime. Good Lord I am messed up!!
Then I hit just about midpoint of the race and I hit my first wall. This is the point were I learned my first lesson in racing more than a 10K, always bring energy!! I went out with nothing not knowing any better and I guarantee I will never do that again! Luckily, the aid station was not that far away! Silly me didn't even know where or if there was even going to be an aid station. As I said, I was lucky and there was water. I can tell you water has never tasted so divine in my life! I of course chug two cups (if one is good two must be better) which seemed like such a good idea until about a 100yards away when I got a side cramp. Nothing major, and luckily I remembered reading recently to run through that pain instead of stopping. It quickly was gone and my race was back on. You may have guessed that was my slowest split, a 1030 min/mi if I remember right.
The rest of the race was fairly uneventfull. I got into a nice grove and found myself in the pack of what seemed to be the very fit 50/60year olds. I felt good just being in a pack of anyone looking fit at that point.
I did eventually run into another mommy runner I had met at my running retreat. Her group kept me at a 930min/mi pace for around 2mi. We chatted for a few minutes and then TOOL came on through the headphone with about a mile and a half to go. Clearly it was a sign from MJK (my other boyfriend) that I needed to kick it into a lower gear and dig! I found my legs and just as I was about to run out of steam I saw my amazing husband and my two beautiful babies! I had an instant rush of endorphins that made my legs go just a little faster than they had been going.
It was truly a magical moment for me!! Good Lord how dramatic!! Imagine what I am going to be like after 26.2!!!

The Babies and I after my 12K's of Christmas Finish

The day after the big race was the first day of marathon training. YIKES!! This would be scary except I am doing the Hal Higdon plan which starts on Monday a rest day. Praise God!!

A pretty uneventful running week but it was Christmas week so busy busy busy.
I was able to talk my BRF's into a Christmas Eve early morning run. It felt great to start the day active! My poor friend Michelle was not feeling quite so good so she did not finish with us. She sent us forward so she could work out her stomach issues alone. Can't say I don't blame her. She is such a rockstar though. She finished the loop not too far behind us. We were still in the parking lot when we saw her run around the corner. I was so proud of her!

Not much to report right now. I am still on pretty short midweek runs and I have seven scheduled for Saturday. We will see how the cross training goes on Sunday seeing as though it will be New Years morning!!

One last thought...Mike and I were just saying that it is almost 2012, I reminded him that it will be the last year of our lives and I wondered if he had any big plans. Of course we were joking, but it got me to thinking...what would be on your realistic list of things to do if you knew this was your last year of life?? I have accomplished so many goals the last few years, and now with the half and full marathon in sight, my bucket is getting pretty empty. Time to start dreaming big again!!
I would love it if you have any thoughts on your last year of life list, just jot them down in the comments. Maybe we can all inspire each other...

Me, Michelle, and Melanie after our Christmas Eve run

Me, Megan, and Melanie after our Christmas Eve run

"Before Starting A New Fitness Program, Please Consult a Physician"

So being the good direction follower I am, I of course made a Doctor appointment!  Wouldn't you know it, after fasting and the whole shabang, they messed up my appointment!!  I am now rescheduled for tomorrow.  I now have an entire list of questions written down.  That Dr. will rue the day he forgot to fit me in!
All joking aside, fasting made me realize just how low my blood sugar goes.  It took me until 8pm to finally catch up and not feel like a Mac truck had just run me over.  Maybe it was a good thing I decided to go the nerdy route and see a Dr.

Another totally Sarah Nerdy thing I have been doing...messing with my workouts on purpose just to make sure I have a backup plan while training for the Big 26.2.  It is so like me to not just go with the flow, rather figure out the logistics and how to make it work.  My husband laughs at my efficiency in everything I do.  It's true though...I could put UPS to shame with my logistic abilities!! 
Today Mike met the kids and I for lunch at the mall.  We ate at one of those italian pizza places and of course my picky kids aren't willing to just eat anything....NOOOO...so I have Mike order first knowing he won't be thinking of how to get food in these kids and I on the fly fix my order to include things that will mesh with his stuff to get the kids fed.  Within about oh, 1.5 min I have the two plates of food rearranged into four plates of food and everyone is happy...this is the same amount of time it takes Mike to find napkins.
I am still trying to figure out a way to translate this skill into making my millions because clearly it is my calling!

I digress from running though....Mixing it up on purpose, yes that's where I was.  I have figured out that runs on the treadmill are absolutely doable with the kids around as long as I am ready to jump on the treadmill the second the movie starts.  Then I get 30min...maybe 40 tops!  This should be ok for a little while and after that maybe I will brave the jogging stroller.  The problem is, within 5min they are beating the crap out of each other I swear!! Ok, maybe they are just leaning into each other, but it still leads to a lot of yelling and crying and me wanting to hang myself!!  We shall see.

Other than that, I have the Big 12 K's of Christmas coming up this weekend and I am looking into joining a running clinic on Tuesday mornings.  Officially training starts one week from today....I am totally stoked to be running for a goal again and at the same time terrified that I am actually going to not only do this, but keep telling people about it!  Quite frankly I am more scared of what people will think of me as they read my blog.  But I think that is part of it.  Facing the fear of opening myself up so much is like negating my fear of trying to accomplish a big running goal.

I have also added two great girls to my partner arsenal of runners; Melanie and Megan.  Here is a pic of us Saturday after our run.  Maybe Next time I will have a different hat on :p

Bad Blogger!

I was so worried about blogging too much....HA!!!


After multiple illnesses, developmental leaps by the babies resulting in less than optimal sleep, hosting my first Thanksgiving, and a trip to WI, my poor blog has fallen to the side!


I'm back though-lucky you!!  


My miles have been few and sometimes far between, but I am still making tracks and getting in a minimum of two runs per week.  Things seem to be looking up though.  I tried my first run with both babies awake.  It was less than optimal, but at least now I know I have the option to get some sort of run in if the 6am run falls through.


Since my last post I have finished my first adventure run which was super cool!  Definitely not something you are shooting for a PR though!  I think it took us over an hour to do a 5k!!!  Even better, I still have a momento.  I bruised the inside of my ankle on the first obstacle and it still hurts like a bruise if I touch it!  That was at least three weeks ago!!


I am prepping for my very first 8K next weekend.  It will be the furthest I have run to date. It is also the first "real" race I have run since 2004. 


I have found some amazing running partners and that is VERY important because I have signed up for my very first Half Marathon!!  I will be running the SLO Marathon on April 22, 2012 SLO Marathon link Just in case you want to join me :o)
The more amazing part is my gut, my heart and my head are all telling me to go for the full...so I am going to start training on Dec. 19 and see how it goes.  I have already talked another friend of mine into training and I really would love to get a good group together!  It would be so much fun to have my friends and family there to cheer me on.  That would make it so I complete my goal one year early.  Kind of makes for an anticlimactic blog, but it feels right none the less.
The super cool part is that it will be the first ever SLO marathon and it will be my first.  Kind of cheesy, but it makes for a good first marathon story.

Here is a Pic of my lovely running partner Michelle and I after our run this past Saturday morning (check out that Packer frame on the back of the hot Lexus!)

Sleep!! Who needs it??

 ME         

That's who!

Last week was my first week that I had a goal in place and I did not achieve it.  It was so frustrating!!!  

I had been on a 3 week high.  I had first set my sights on a 3x per week run (that was before the whole marathon thing) but I had started to exceed that and was averaging more like 5-6 days/week.  I was feeling pretty fat and sassy.  I was getting a solid 8hrs of sleep every night and I was really seeing the results of putting in that kind of time.

Then like life always does, I was thrown a curveball.  Elise is teething canines, so she would need a dose of Advil around 3am.  Then Ryan started going funny on me as well.  You see he has been toying with the whole dropping the nap thing for quite some time now.  He had been napping again, but that seems to cause problems too.  Too many naps in a row, and he is not tired enough to fall asleep at night...fights it...then falls asleep very overtired.  Then, when he is OT, he wakes up several times a night and just kind of cries out.  Which of course wakes me up.  When times are really tough and he is REALLY tired, he will only fall back to sleep if I sleep in his bed with him.  

Now for the most part, that is not a bad deal.  His mattress is actually WAY better than ours.  With the whole OT thing though, he kicks me all night long!!  I end up barely getting any sleep.  In fact, I slept BETTER when they were newborns!  In my opinion, toddler sleep is WAAAAAAY worse than baby sleep. (sorry friends with babies...you thought it would only get better HA!)

Basically every day (except Monday) I was either too tired to have a good run (see Wednesday and Friday) or I was sleeping with Ryan and I did not want my alarm to wake him up (I would tell you to see Tues. and Thurs., but they are not recorded on dailymile.com)

Then Saturday came.  Thank God!!  I actually got an outside run with a running partner!  We did the 6mi loop around Lake Union.  We ran about 10min/mi talking the whole way.  If I am being completely honest, I know I could have gone faster and longer without a problem.  I think both Michelle and I would agree that more importantly we have found each other.  Not only do we have kids close in age (12mo for me, 15mo for her), we both had reflux kids, personal problems Post Partum, we are both midwesterners, we are both Delta Zeta's, ummm, really I could go on and on.  The gist of it is we are not only running partners with a lot in common, but we are also transplants looking for mom friends and we were lucky enough to find each other.  I already feel lucky enough to call her a friend.

Well, this is just how it will be I suppose.  I can only do what I can do.  When real training starts, I may have to find a way to do my runs, but the reality of it is you only run about 4days/week marathon training, you just need to run a lot more miles on those days!  I think getting back on my bike on the rollers in the basement might have to be the answer for of days.  At least my blood will be flowing!

Cross your fingers and wish me luck for this week.  Ryan is on day two of no nap...we shall see.  I do like that 6pm bedtime though....too bad I can't get Elise down that early!

I. Am. A. Sponsored. Runner!!! OMG!!!!

Ok, well it may not be exactly how it sounds, but let's just leave it at that for now.  I would like you to think I am super fast and super cool for just a few minutes.

I want to first finish up the back story.  For some reason it feels important to get this all down.  Maybe it's because I think my kids will have an interest in the future, or maybe it is because I need to boost my own self esteem a bit by reviewing where I have come from so I can really appreciate where I am going.

So I think I finished off with getting pregnant on my Honeymoon. We were so happy!  I don't know why, but my head was stuck thinking it would take forever to get preggo...silly me!

I was still working full time in the OR and it was not easy.  I felt nauseated from the minute I got pregnant until the minute I gave birth!  I never really threw up that I can remember, but I felt like I had to the entire time.  The only thing that sort of made me feel better was eating.  So, 50lbs. later I was ready to have a baby.  My beautiful baby boy Ryan joined us on March10, 2009.  I worked that morning and was on my way home at about 11am when my water broke.  I was 37wks by the ultrasounds, but I had been telling everyone I was at least 2wks further along than that.

By 7pm that night I had my first child.  WOW is all I can say.  Everyone talks about the love you feel for your baby, but honestly in my opinion, there are no words to describe how amazing it feels to have this new little life in your arms.  I swear I did not set that child down for his entire first year.

The reality is I did though...at least long enough to get pregnant again when he was about 3mo!  I found out I was pregnant with my beautiful Elise on July 16, 2009.  Shocked is not even close to what I was feeling!  It was a complete out of body experience!!!  I swear I was still in shock at every Dr. appointment until I was 6mo along.  I had no idea what my life could possibly be like in the future.

My sweet baby girl came to us on March 15, 2010...five days after her "Big Brother" turned 1yo.  She tried coming early...I had my labor stopped twice, but in reality I am sure it was mostly due to me chasing around a very active baby.  I remember contracting awful on Ryan's birthday and I had it in my head I would not go to the hospital until after midnight.  There was NO way I wanted to have two babies the same age at any point during the year...that was just too much for my brain to handle!

Both the kids had reflux and I was also blessed with Elise being milk/soy protein intolerant.  What does that mean???  It means I had to be on a strict diet because my sweet bean would not take a bottle and in any case, formula would have been an awful choice for her poor tummy.  I finally was back on the dairy by about 11mo and she now at 18mo is off ALL reflux meds!!  HOORAY!!  We made it!

Along the way though, I was hit pretty hard by Post Partum Depression (PPD).  The worst part is neither Mike nor I realized what was going on until I was coming out of the haze.  I was quite honestly the hardest thing I have lived through.  I could barely get through most days.  I was lonely, overwhelmed, stressed, anxious, ANGRY, and pretty much miserable for the entire first year of Elise's life.  I got through it without meds, but honestly I wish I would have realized what was going on because I SO needed meds, or something.  Life should never have been that hard.

And dammit I feel jipped!!!!  If I sit and think about it too long or too hard, I still get angry.  I basically missed out on my daughter's first year and my son's second.  I couldn't be the mother I wanted to be.  Everyone would tell me how great I was doing with the kids, but to me it did not feel good.

I actually tried running a few times during that period.  It always ended in tears.  Body parts where moving that never moved before.  I could barely breathe.  I had the energy of a tree sloth. I honestly don't know if it could have been worse!  Needless to say, I did not make it to the gym very often!

For some reason though, I still told my husband that the only thing I wanted for my birthday was a treadmill.  Now in case you don't know my husband, there is nothing in this world he would deny me I swear to God.  The man is a saint for putting up with me and he still loves to give me great gifts and surprises. I am blessed, there is no doubt in my mind!

Of course, he got me what I wanted!  To make sure that I was comfortable and quiet, so I could run while the kids slept, he got me the Cadillac model.  A Nordictrack C1500, sure you can get fancier and pricier, but honestly much more than this and you are just being indulgent! He also got me the iFit module to go with it.  This allows through the iFit server to have custom programs delivered to your machine.  This is great because it will mimic hills etc and will also automatically pick up or slow down the pace...fabulous when your brain is not quite firing at 6am.  Also a good thing so you don't get caught in the slump of running 3mi on a flat treadmill everyday.

And here we are inSeptember 2011.  I was still kind of iffy with finding time to run and I certainly wasn't being consistant when I saw that Kingston Adventures was hosting a Women's re-TREAT that involved Running, Yoga, and Stand-up Paddle Boarding.  I honestly just needed a break from my day to day.  So I took a leap of faith and signed up.  I. Was. Terrified!!!!!  You see my friend Beth (who is my dog Klaus' new mommy-that is a whole other story) was putting this on.  She is a Ultraman athlete which is even bigger and farther than an Ironman...honestly the first time I met her it was like meeting someone famous.  In fact I honestly could are less if I ever met another famous person again!  Those I have met are pretty boring and pompous!  But this was someone who had achieved things in real life that to me were bigger than life.  To say I was humbled is putting it lightly.  Then when I knew my puppy, who was very active and was getting NO activity living with two babies, was going to get to run with her every day, I would have to admit I was jealous!  Somedays I would have liked to run away and traded him spots!!

Somehow I was blessed with getting to know Beth more through Klaus.  She graciously sent me photos and videos to help heal my broken heart.  In the meantime I began to realize she was just a normal kind hearted person.

Sorry that was kind of a ramble...back to going to the retreat.  I knew I would be there alone.  I did not know what to expect.  Where they all going to be athletes like Beth??  Would I stand out like a sore thumb as the poser who could barely run 5miles??  Would I make a fool of myself and fall in the water when we went SUPing??  Could I make it two days away from home??

We all know how that story finishes...not only did I survive, I came away with this awesome goal that I am sharing with you!

So there you have it.  All caught up and now I can focus on the running.

Still wondering about my sponsor??   Well, I have already signed up for my first race and it will be this November 12 in North Bend.  I will be running with a four person team in a 5K adventure race...think obstacle course... and Kingston Adventures will be our sponsor WOO HOO!!  All that really means is I will be wearing a Kingston Adventures shirt while I race, but hey...you've got to start somewhere!

Just thought I would share how nicely pregnancy takes over my body!  These were taken five days before Elise was born on Ryan's birthday

Well....Here I Go!!

I would first like to say I have always felt that blogging about myself is fairly narcissistic.  In fact I have butterflies right now as I type this, not because I am setting out to achieve a big goal, but because I have chosen to share this journey with the universe!  OK, well not everyone in the universe will care what I am up to, but there will be some of my lovely friends and family reading this and that is scary!  I plan on laying out the good, the bad, the ugly and everything in between.

I spend most days locked up with my two toddlers, so this may get a little long winded.  I tend to over talk when I have the ear of an adult...workplace hazard I guess.  I will try my best to not go off on too many tangents.

I also promise NOT to make you read this every day...well, maybe at first I will be a little over the top, but I figure I have to keep talking myself into this  before I back out.  That is actually why I am doing this in the first place.  I wanted to keep myself accountable for this goal.  I have actually had the goal of running the Nike Women't Marathon for about 4yrs now, but I have not taken a single step toward achieving that goal because it was in my head.  I am hoping that when I start to feel like letting my training slide I can come here talk about it and you dear reader can give me a boost.  I don't think that is too much to ask for in return for letting you into my private fears, self doubts, and achievements.

Please forgive the layout, I am still trying to find the right time of day to do this...ATM it is during nap time, but I already hear a baby starting to fuss.

OH!  I should give you a little heads up on what bug got up my bum to do this.  I attended a GREAT women's retreat (running, yoga and stand up paddle board) and we started by stating our goal.  That was easy...finish the Nike Women's Marathon...had that down for the last 4yrs.  As the weekend went on though I realized that wasn't a real goal.  I hadn't thought of how to get there.  I just knew I wanted the Tiffany's finisher necklace.  Now in the following week, I have decided that finishing A Marathon before 40...April 29, 2013 in case you were wondering...is the right goal to have

You see, I have not run in basically 3yrs and only VERY sporadically the 2yrs before that.  So in total 5yrs of very little cardio activity.  When I actually was running and cycling more, the furthest race I ran was a 10k.  I enjoyed my races, but most of them were chosen by how much free beer was given to the participants at the end of the race.  Yes growing up in Wisconsin has had it's affect on me.  I still LOVE beer and have NO problem entering a race if there will be beer involved for sure!

Well-babies are back to quiet so I have a few more minutes...I should take advantage.

A little background maybe??

I did not grow up athletic.  My parents are not athletic and for the most part some of my cousins are/were in sports, but on the whole a pretty sedentary group I hail from.  Not a bad thing...so not judging here, just stating the facts.  Something in me though has always wanted to run...how weird is that????  I remember summers as a kid babysitting my sisters.  I would have all this energy that I did not know what to do with, so I would run up and down our house stairs or I would run to the bridge and back.  But that was hard and I didn't exactly know what to do with that.  I mean there was not pace, just me running as fast as I could until my lungs and throat were burning.

Then I got to High School and found the burn of cigarettes and booze to be more fun than the burn of being out of breathe!  (GASP) Yes I said it...I was one of those kids you heard about.  Drinking and causing trouble...that was me.  Not always pretty to think back on, but it was what it was and I am here today an non-smoker who drinks responsibly (at least most of the time).  So if you are reading this and you have a moody teenager who wants nothing to do with you and everything to do with their room and their dark moody music, have hope ( and confidence) that they too will come out into the sunshine with everyone else.  Some of us just have to work through it in our own time.

So how did I start running??  Well, in my early 20's I had a boyfriend who quite graciously explained that all women get saggy asses at 26 if they don't run.  I, having always had a perky butt, wanted to make sure I did not fall into the "saggy ass" category.  As it were though, 26 came and went and I was still partying and smoking (ok so I was a little late at growing up, I did get there)  Twenty-seven did come though and so did the realization that a lot of the people I was doing cardiac and vascular surgery on were smokers.  I also had quite bar tending all together at this point and I decided that a change was needed.

I started by walking for an hour.  Put on my trusty headphones that I had used for so many years to block out the noise of the world's population and just starting putting one foot in front of the other.  After doing that for sometime, I was actually doing the elliptical at the hospital gym when one of the guys working there asked me if I would be at the race over at UWGB.  I explained "I don't run" and he simply said, "I know you can go on that thing for an hour, you certainly can run a 5k"  That was it our one and only conversation.  He didn't know me and I not him.  Something in me though started to believe that I could run.

Let's back up here to were I talk about marathons and ironman's on tv...Every Single Time I See One, I Cry!!!  It has been that was since I was too small to even remember.  I knew even as a 7yr old that it took something so special to cross that finish line...or at least that is how they edit it.  Something in me always wanted to be those people.  Even seeing those with that awful grimace, falling down and not finishing.  My heart broke for them.  I cheered for every finisher that did cross that line, my heart was elated!

So back to me at 27 thinking I could put one foot in front of the other quickly..HA!  A Joke at best!!  But I thought, what the hell.  So I started at the crack of dawn 530 before I had to get to work.  Those first runs were awful!  I could not even do a short city block side.  I just started by focussing on going from one corner to the next.  By then end of the summer I could do a few laps, It was amazing

That is all it took.  I have had the running bug since.  I went gang busters when I first started. Running every day, spinning 2-3x per week and I also added swimming into the mix after my runs.

Then, it all stopped.

I was in a relationship that was slowly sucking the life out of me and I no longer had the energy to run.  I barely had the energy to get through most days. (Let's not dwell here)

Then life got busy.  I started running again, but found when I got engaged there was little time to fit it in. Added to the fact I was on the high of getting married, I did not make running a priority.

Next came our move to Seatttle, our wonderful wedding, and then our honeymoon where unbeknownst to us, I got pregnant on our first try. Let me just say pregnancy takes over my body and is not kind!

I think this is a good place to stop...next time I will tell you how I got to my first goal of being a Mommy

Thanks again for your support-it really means the world to me!
If you wouldn't mind leaving a few words in the comments, that way I know I am not alone, it would really make me feel like I am not bonkers for setting out on this journey

Love-
Sarah