Don't forget the point two. I don't really know what got into me, but I kind of made a super fast decision to run the Chicago Marathon. This year. Part of it was stupidity, part of it was pure pressure, and a lot of it was striving towards a HUGE goal that will feel GREAT to accomplish. My official training doesn't start until June. What is official training? Well, running 3 days a week with one day a week being our "long" run. That long runs quickly turns itself into 20 miles. We are literally going to run from Shawnee to Olathe. It sounds so far-fetched to me right now, but I know that once I get into the groove some crazy piece of my body will be excited to do that. I think they call it the "runners bug." :) Anyways, back to training. 3 days a week I will run, 2 days a week I will cross train (which is anything BUT running), and I will have 2 days a week of rest. For 16 weeks straight. Like I said, I don't really know what go into me.
However, that leads me to another goal. I want my boys to run with me. Not now, but maybe when they are 8 or so. Booker really admires that I run. He always wants to make sure I win... and then I explain to him that everyone that gets out there and tries, wins. But how cool would it be to cross a finish line of a 5K with one of my boys on each side of me?
Well, this is me, trying to keep up with the Jones'. I have really good intentions when it comes to documenting my kids lives, but I don't do a very good job. So here it is, wish me luck!
I am a happily married mom of two little boys. Booker is 9 and Bodey is 7. They are my pride and joy. I keep telling my friends that don't have kids yet, that one day almost everything they have to say will revolve around something one of the kids did. When I'm with my boys they just amaze me, and when I'm without them, they are all I think about. What a blessing!