Fat and Not Afraid

Sooooo much fun is being had here in the Sault; lots of visiting is being done, Kat is a huge hit (as if there was any doubt), the weather is ok (as in, at least it's not snowing), and there has been a LOT of good food eaten. Unfortunately Kat has been freaking out about where we're sleeping, which means neither of us is doing much actual sleeping. Infact, if I had half a brain, I'd be catching a few Zzzz right now! I just wanted to say hi and let you know how my trip was going, and it's going just fine.  

Or y'know, not. I'm not one of those people who's afraid of hitting 30. Today is my 29th birthday and as I look back on my 20s I realize that it was probably the best, and hopefully worst, decade so far. Forget my teens, the teens suck. 20 to 29 is where it's at, and I figure now that I've got myself sorted out (mostly), my 30s should be pure gold. Hopefully my 40s will be even better, and so on and so forth until I hit 100 and am basically a god. You never know, my grandma P lived until she was 92. I could do it.

It's been a big year; two moves, a baby and a close call with death, learning and loving to be a mom again, falling for a new part of the island, strengthening and deepening my relationship with Ryan, and as always Figuring Things Out. Truly life is the journey, not the destination.

What am I doing for my birthday today? Tidying up and getting some things ready for our trip back to the Sault next week (so no posts unless something amazing happens), another nap hopefully, and that's about it. With all our friends back up in Nanaimo and all the family in Ontario there wont be dinner or a party or anything, and that's ok. I kinda feel like garbage today anyway. Kat, who finally has her first tooth, has been up a lot at night again and is scooting all over the place, so I'm feeling pretty beat. Wall to wall excitement, I know. 

Last week's running mostly didn't happen except for the Sunday run though I did fit in two 5km walks; however, it didn't feel the same. So yesterday I didn't download and play my usual podcast (which would've been week six I believe) and instead laced up my shoes and threw on Bif Naked's Essentially Naked album. After a week 'off' I wanted to see what I could do so after a one song warm up I started jogging and didn't stop for a long time. How long? 2km! I couldn't freakin' believe it.

After a short break I jogged some more, until my thighs were plenty mad at me, then walked the rest of the way home. All told I did 5km mostly at a jog, which is my furthest Sunday yet, and on Wednesday I'm looking forward to whatever my podcast tries to throw at me. I think I psyched myself out last weekend when I heard on the podcast that by Friday I'd be expected to do a 20 minute run; first day was 3, five minute runs  (which I did no problem), then 2 eight minutes, then twenty in one stretch. 20 minutes? That's far, and I'll admit I was intimidated, which is in part why running didn't happen. Throw in that Ryan's on a new schedule and finding the right time to go was difficult. This week? This week I'm going to go for it and kick it's ass.