Ah shoot. Sometimes (like very rarely) my ability to convey sarcasm in writing falls short. I know, I’m having a hard time believing it myself.
However, much to my surprise, I discovered after reading some comments and texts that I may have led some folks into thinking I’ve accomplished waaaay more than I actually have in the last few weeks.
Remember this little line from my post a few weeks ago… “I ran a couple of marathons, learned to knit AND drive standard, and dug a pool in our backyard, but that’s about it. No biggie smalls.”
Full disclosure – I did none of those things. In fact I thought that that list was so impossibly outrageous that my joke would be hilariously apparent. Apparently not. Apparently some of you (some of my very most quick-witted readers I might add) have much higher hopes for me. Silly gooses.
So no, my 2012 goals of learning to knit and drive standard have not come to fruition (YET) and even more upsetting, we are not getting a pool. Sorry Shannaners, the mini-pool (aka: lukewarm hot tub) will have to do for now.
Okaaaay, after that little slap to the ego about all of the things I haven’t done, let’s get on with what I have done. (Equally impressive…don’t worry.) <– See? That’s sarcasm.
1) Hang out with awesome house guests (Come back soon, McKivies!) – check.
2) Pilfer entire maternity wardrobe from super generous post-preggos (thanks Mrs’ Boa, Bravo and Laporte!) – check.
3) Get pumpity-pumped for this weekend’s house guests (Welcome home, Gornacs!) – check.
4) Deal with the fact that all of my summer social events will be spent sober. All of them. – working on it.
If Snooki can do it, I can do it.
(Stay sober, that is.)
5), keep on truckin’ – check. I’ve managed to keep up with my workouts on a fairly consistent basis so far. For sure there are mornings that I just don’t feel like running, so I don’t. But for the most part, I’ve managed at least 2-3 runs per week and they range from about 6k – 10k. And truthfully, I have never been happier to have running partners. They are by far the only reason I’m still running.
Each solo run I do is either a) cancelled by moi, or b) total crap.
So if you are feeling large and in charge (Like some of us are. Shut up.) or are just lacking a bit of motivation, your first step is to get a partner STAT and then keep your mind off that shit. Would you rather spend your run stressing about if it’s physically possible for legs to actually spontaneously fall off OR spend it chatting away about boobs and placentas*? (*subject matter left to the runners’ discretion)
I know what I would pick. (And Hooles and Jen, thanks for letting me talk about boobs and placentas with you.)
Speaking of, I’ll be adding a meggo-preggo update on the mini-Muffin this weekend! (Pinky swear, not a peep about my “lacenta-pay”. There is such a thing as TMI…Hi Gramps!)