I have a new Valentine this year so I thought I would celebrate with a couple photos of us hanging out.
|He's wonderfully squishy.|
John's been quite the socialite lately, especially with his young lady friends. Don't worry; his visits have all been closely chaperoned. There was some hand-holding, but that's all. And I'm pretty sure that wasn't even intentional.
|John and Charleigh get cozy at their first play date. John is slightly unsure of what to make of the situation.|
|Grace and John had a great time together. Well, he enjoyed himself. She was harder to convince.|
|Perhaps because it is not a tiny, human female, John felt quite comfortable giving this monkey a big hug. I think it's the start of a lifelong friendship.|
In other news, I'm finally getting around to keeping that commitment I made a few weeks ago. What? You already forgot the commitment? It would seem I had also. In case it's completely slipped your mind, I joined a six-week fitness program at work, complete with a team of equally out-of-shape but motivated individuals, willing to confess to each other how many fruits and veggies they ate a week, as well as how much time they spent in exercise. The worst reminders of my less-than-convincing commitment to the program were when I had to turn in my piddly fitness points at the end of the week. I was the weakest link to be sure. After three weeks of single digit fitness numbers, I decided a change would do me good. And I couldn't let my team down any longer. It was going to be bad for my reputation and would certainly decrease my invites to co-worker events. And so, a-running I did go.
To prove that I did in fact don running attire - you will have to take my word for it that I actually left the house wearing it - here is a photo.
|Yup, here I am, baby, shoes and all. I left him at home for the run. Wasn't really sure how to carry him while I "ran"||.|
Am I going to train for a serious race, like a marathon, you ask? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I can't stop laughing. (Serious face.) Right now, I'm just proud I still know how to tie my running shoes.
Before I lose myself in self-deprecation, I'll have you know that I had a fairly successful first day back on the sidewalks. After carefully plotting out an approximately 3 mile course, I decided to run 30 minutes, hoping to make the 3 miles in that time. About 5 minutes into the run, I realized that this was far too ambitious for my semi-blobular body. (Yes, blobular is a word, most often used to describe women who recently had a child and chose not to make fitness a priority anywhere in the past 18 months. May not apply to all women who fit this criteria.) At that moment, I decided 20 minutes was a plenty good start. And so I schlepped on, my feet feeling heavier than they had all year. Or all of last year for that matter. I stopped at 10 minutes to rest, I mean, stretch, and finished the last half of the run tired but proud. The run yielded close to 2 miles of sidewalk conquered. Whenever I take running up after a hiatus, I try to start at 2 miles. Since I accomplished that, I will call it good. I do enjoy running for running's sake, but I will probably train for a 10k or some other race just so to keep myself motivated. Let's hope graduating back into some of my pre-progeny clothing is also part of my reward.