The Finish Line Is Near!

I missed the last two trail running group meetings.  I felt like a loser last night, but sometimes life is like that.  We only think we have control.

So, while tending to my sick kid, and getting used to running with the ultra hip, super sexy brace for my knee I opt for the treadmill.  (My husband says it looks like I am slowly building an exo-skeleton.  I assume that is a sci-fi reference).  I did alright.  Seven miles in all.

Am I built for running?  I asked myself that question all week as I went to an orthopedist appointment and was fitted for the brace.  He assured me EVERYONE is able to run.  If you can walk, you can run.  SHOULD everyone run?  No, probably not.  Although I run a high risk for eventual problems in my knees and feet, I am taking the steps now to prevent that.  By keeping active, and my weight within normal guidelines, my joints should be fine for decades.  That was music to my ears.  I am not the skinniest runner, and I am not the fastest runner, but I am off the couch.  That half marathon will be ran.  I have 99 problems, but determination isn't one of them.

Today marks a happy day.  It is our coffee neighbor's first birthday.  Technically, it's their little boy's birthday, but he rolls around like he knows what he is doing.  My kids were out at our warehouse roasting coffee with us until they were two years old.  (Not in the shop with the coffee, we have an office... sheesh.)  They had a party for him last weekend that included the grandparents, parents, and that was the end of the list.  Not that I wouldn't have gone.  I would have.  However, they asked me a few months ago if "the kid" would remember the first birthday at all.  Here is what I said, "If I could go back in time, I would have spent NO money the first two birthday's.  Wait until they are three, have friends of their own (if you do pre-school or play groups), and you can do something fun.  If you REALLY want a cake, make one yourself.  Decorations from the Dollar Tree.  Cap it at $5.00.  And for the love of all things infant, DON'T. DO. GOODYBAGS.  Goody bags are for older kids that care about the temporary tattoo, bottle of bubbles, candy, and crayons.  But seriously, save your money for the next two years."  I know most new parents can't help themselves, but I am proud to report they took my advise.  I didn't get so much as an invitation.  And I couldn't be happier.

I don't think I have lost any more weight.  I don't use the scale at home, as I have to step on one when I go into the doctor's office.  They don't tell me the numbers, and I like that.  My pants fit, I feel healthy, and one way or another, goals are being met.

As for the missing trail runs, guess where I am dragging the whole family later this week?  To the trails I missed.  We are ALL going to take those dusty runs.  Because I am flexible like that...


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