Run Forrest, Run!

In a mere 3 days I will run my first 5k. When I thought about doing a 5k I didn't think it'd actually happen. First off, I'm now (almost) 26 years old. I'm not running my 7 minute high school mile nor my 8 minute college mile. I have also drank and smoked plenty of my share of multiple substances. Wink, wink. On top of even THAT, I had a baby. Which you know, is slightly a big deal.

Before I was pregnant, or rather, before I knew I was pregnant, I had started a rather intense running regiment. That was, until first trimester kicked my ass and said "go take a nap instead lady! you're growing a tiny human being in your belly!" So running took a back burner and then I found out I was pregnant. I was all about being that pregnant woman who still ran. That slowly changed as well because of my long hours of work and just plain being tired. I was never so lazy in my life.. yet somehow only gained 11lbs during pregnancy. No, I didn't diet and no I didn't do anything to put Will in danger of being premature. Side note, I think it's sad that we have to mention those kinds of things because someone out there is stupid and takes things the wrong way. Anyway back on (the running) track..

Once I had Will and the weather broke in Pittsburgh, we started walking. I am engaged and wanted to get into better shape for the wedding not necessarily train to run a ramce. Will and I walked about 5 miles, three to four times a week, depending on the weather. Then life got in the way again and I would only walk about 2.5 miles with him. I have some pretty motivating friends who run a lot and run distances that no sane person ever should. So I thought about seeing what the smallest distance race is, the 5k, which is 3.1 miles. I thought to myself, if I can walk 2.5 in about half an hour, I can totally add another .6 and run that S.O.B! Haaaahaaaahaaa...

So I started running. I ended up running better than I thought and I was loving it. So I said the hell with it, I'll sign up for a race. This last month's training has been shit. Life has thrown a million things in my way recently and I am not liking that I don't have a free 15 minutes to run. On top of that the only week I had nothing, Will got a really high temp due to teething and I wanted to keep him inside. This morning I had a panic attack and wanted to back out of it. I want to do it don't get me wrong. I'm just making lame excuses up and I'm not some lame punk ass who backs out of things.

Another side note, I swear a lot and apparently today I am just on point or something. I apologize to those who can't take words with a grain of salt. Grow up. (:

So now with a mere three days left till the big day, the butterflies are there. The anxiety is heightened and my nerves are shot. I will kick this race's ass and I will have the biggest smile crossing that finish line and I will do it a hell of a lot better than I would have three months ago. I will be damn proud of this accomplishment and I will smile the whole time. I know that Dave is proud of me already but I want him to be like, yeah, that's my wife who just beat your time. I want Will to see his mom accomplish something that she's worked for. I want him to know that if he works for something he will do it. He won't be a punk ass either ;)


And with that I leave you my next goal... I WILL run a 10k by the time Will turns three years old! That gives me two years and a wedding to get through so I figured that would be a good time to accomplish that goal. Trust me, I'm going to be writing about those fears three days before that race as well. Enjoy life ladies & gents. I bid you adieu.

Fall is upon us

Here in Pittsburgh the weather changes as much as a person's mood. Two days ago it was 90 degrees. Today it's 52. I think it's safe to say that fall is upon us though. At least I'm hoping! That means a little more time in the park until it starts to really cool down. But more importantly some more pumpkin spice lattes for this momma!

Will is doing wonderful. We've had a rough week though. Sunday in the middle of the night baby boy woke up every hour feeling warm. Not too bad but warm. By 5 am I took his temp and it was 102. I ended up taking him to the doctor when they opened at 8 am. They said his throat was irritated and it was a viral infection. Keep him comfortable and just continue with the medicine. When we got home I took his temp again and it was 103.5! I freaked out. We almost took him to Children's but in the end it went down and after three days of fever and sleepless nights he was back to normal! And we have an awesome milestone nearly off our list!!! First tooth is coming through on the bottom! Which is what I'm contributing to the fever earlier this week. Now it's back to trying to get him onto a better sleep schedule.

It feels like this year has gone by way too fast. Will is going to be one in two months! It's major party planning time. I'm still deciding on where to have the party. We can rent a place in South Park which has a kitchen and all the chairs and tables and heat! Or we can just have it at the house. The problem with having it at the house is the amount of people we're inviting. The first birthday is very special and I wanted to have a few more friends invited for it. Plus we have a downstairs and our grandparents aren't able to make it down the stairs as easily anymore. Just trying to do what is best for everyone. Keep on the look out though for more party prep posts! Also a very emotional post about our NICU journey nearly one year ago.

Have a happy fall and go enjoy a tasty pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks.