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Back in early January I succumbed to that odd resolution-making phenomenon that strikes so many of us. I wasn’t content to make a normal resolution though, you know, like the one I’ve made for each of the last 7 years – I’m going to lose the baby weight this year! ALL of it!

Yeah. Still hasn’t worked out for me! I’m closer than ever before (now within 5 pounds of what I weighed when I found myself pregnant with 3), but it’s been a battle.

So what did I do this year? I thought to myself, self, if you had an awesome fitness goal maybe that weight thing would happen on it’s own. You know what would be a great idea? Sign up for a half marathon! 

And I listened to myself. Idiot. I should have resolved to do something awesome like “try 15 new flavors of ice cream”.

I’ve got lots of runner friends, and friends who’ve aspired to be runners, trained and completed a half, and then realized they hated running. I’ve never once been jealous of their training runs, but lets face it, even 5Ks are pretty fun to do! The atmosphere, the free food… it’s good stuff! Know what they give you at the end of a half? BLING! I want bling! Plus, I’m one of those “I just want to say I’ve ____” kind of people.

So on January 4th I signed up for a half marathon, that was scheduled to happen a little over 4 months later.

Part of me regrets it, and part of me is glad I put the money down and committed to it.

I’m really not a runner. I’ve done the Couch to 5K program so many times, because I’ll complete it, run a race, tell myself I hate running, go back to sitting on the couch, 8 months later find myself too sloth-like, and re-start the C25K program. Again.

I have running issues.

I’ve done pretty well with this training, especially with the early on shorter runs, but I still don’t love running, in fact, I don’t even really “like” it much. I hate feeling winded, and tired, and honestly, I’d rather sit on the couch, drinking coffee in my quiet house, than go for a run after dropping the kids off at school.

On the plus side, I’ve worked out far more often this winter than I would have had I not signed up for this race. I’ve also discovered that my body is stronger than I give it credit for. This morning my legs felt thinner! I know that was a result of some tightness from yesterday’s 7 miles, but it still felt awesome this morning!

So here I sit – just under 4 weeks until my very first half marathon. I haven’t done as many of the “long” runs as I should have by now, which makes me a little nervous, but it is what it is. I’m determined to finish, so that I can take a selfie with my bling, and indulge in post-race goodies, and most importantly (to me anyway) to be able to say “I’ve done that!”. Oh, and to prove Nick wrong. When I told him I signed up, he scoffed and said he didn’t think I could do it. I suspect he’s running some reverse psychology on me, which isn’t fair because that’s supposed to be reserved for the kids!

Who knows, maybe I’ll find the race so intoxicating that I’ll be crazy enough to do another one, but at this point I’d say “I doubt it”.

  • March 18, 2015 - 8:25 pm

    Angela - First of all, I’m excited to see that you are blogging again! I love reading about your sweet, hilarious family. I hadn’t checked you in months because you were so sparse about posting, so today was a treat getting to catch up!

    As for the working out, I know exactly what you mean. If I have no goal except exercise for exercise sake I’m much less enthused about it. But if I know I have an event to train for, then I take training much more seriously. Right now I’m training to fight in a tournament, which sounded much more fun three months ago than it does now that it’s three weeks away. BUT it has made me take my diet seriously and made me not miss as many workouts, so even if I get the crap beat out of me, it will have been worth it. I hope.ReplyCancel

The other night, I posted the following picture on the post where I warned others about the exhaustion 7 year olds bring on (if you didn’t read it, you really must!)…


What a bunch of cuties!! Man! (And yes, clearly taken in my “ooooh, look at this sweet action that “pops” the color!” days…. ugh! Live and learn. I promise I didn’t have orange babies.)

I asked all three boys if they could point themselves out, and not one of them could! Top is Chase, and then Ty on the left and Jackson on the right. All three of them picked the other two first when asked which one they were (I quizzed them individually, so told them when they were wrong and they would pick again)! Cracked me up!

Before the “which boy are you? quiz though, do you know what the very first reaction was?

“Why does our hair look like that?”

See, I gave them their first hair cut shortly after their 1st birthday, and it was a buzz. We’ve been buzzing their heads ever since, because let’s face it – it’s easy and saves us a boatload of money! Chase then wanted to know if he could have his hair like that again, and I told him he could if he really wanted to.

This morning haircuts were brought up again, and Chase said something about growing it out.

Me: Do you really want to? That’s fine if you do!

Chase: No… Then I wouldn’t look like my brothers and people might think they’re just twins and I want them to know we’re triplets.

Ah yes… identical triplet problems – can’t pick yourself out of a picture, and wanting to look identical means you don’t stray from the group style! Ha!

  • March 7, 2015 - 2:35 pm

    RoseAnne - Haha, I got them wrong too. Ty was the only one I got right. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • March 10, 2015 - 9:32 pm

    Krista - haha I love this! I would have never thought that to be a problem but I guess it is when you are a group of three! Makes me wonder what kind of unknown things my future holds for when my twins get older 🙂ReplyCancel