Well hello there beautiful

I just don't even know where to begin. It's been over a fucking year (Oh, I tend to have the mouth of the sailor. Ask the kids to leave the room) since I have posted anything. So so so much has changed! So whoever you bet that Mike and I wouldn't last, pay up. We are still together and more in love then ever. Cue the aw's. Since I last posted, the only real thing that has changed is that our son has arrived! He will be 8 months old tomorrow.

Wow. Really? 8 months? Jesus Christ time is flying. Remember when you were a kid and a week seemed like forever away? Getting older blows.

Anyway, Mike is in a great position to allow me to stay at home with Jack. His real name is Jackson but I call him Jack, you can too. At first, I wasn't loving it. There are no words worthy of describing to new parents what having a child is like. They are nothing but crying, hungry, poopy little takers! I thought for sure I was going to shoot myself those first few weeks. But we made it through. He is growing like crazy, crawling, and things are starting to get fun.

A new year is recently upon us and one of my New Year's resolutions was to be active every single day. Even if it's just walking up and down my stairs 2o times. I need to get off my butt and do something! I have made a conscious decision to start training for a 1/2 marathon. I know, I KNOW! I am bat shit crazy and you think I can't do it. Shit, I don't think I can do it. But I have a friend who just ran her first this morning. I am so inspired by the way she has really taken her life by the reigns and just goes out and does things. I want to be that person. I don't want to be the person who says I am going to do this, and then it falls by the wayside. Nope, that is not me, not anymore! So here I am, spilling my guts to you all because its time for some accountability. I have my shoes, my gear (except for a watch thingy that will tell me my distance and time. What are those called?) I am to start training tomorrow. I am hoping I can get Mike to do this with me. I need that companionship and accountability, and what better way to bond than to do something like this together? I'm excited. I'm scared. I still think I am bat shit crazy. I even went and got this amazing book called "The Non-Runner's Marathon Guide for Women." Even if you have no intention of running a marathon, go get it. It's a funny read while pinching off a loaf.

I am off now, to enjoy my last carb-filled meal at the ol' mother in laws house. Wish me luck!

"Rarely, you will find glory without struggle." Let's do this.