I'm probably crazy...

It's been a while...I went back and read my last draft post that for some reason was never published. It was in early February 2011 and I had just discovered that I was pregnant. Reading how excited I was about the pregnancy made me a little sad, remembering the baby that never was. We went for our first Dr. visit and there was no heartbeat. We went back a few weeks later and still nothing. I had surgical DNC a few weeks after that. It was very sad. The worst part was telling everyone about the loss and having people feel sorry for us. BUT! A few months later, in July, I found out I was prego again! Obviously, this time we kept it to ourselves, but once I made it past the 12-week mark, we made the announcement. We went for a 3-week trip to Italy for our anniversary in the Fall and baby girl, A, was born in March. 

The absolute light of our lives, she's now nearly 2 and is an amazing and brilliant kid. She's also quite large for her age, like waaaay off the charts for height and weight. It's also hilarious to see the doc and nurses when they look at her measurements. 

A few months ago, I realized that I'm going to be 40 this year. Like, what?!?! That can't be. Unfortunately, my powers do not extend to slowing down or reversing time, so I suppose the birthday will come. However, I did decide that running a marathon on, or near, my 40th birthday would be a good idea. I must have been drunk, or delusional; let's be real, probably both. To be clear, I am not what most would consider to be a runner. In fact, I don't think I've ever run farther than a mile,, maybe two, in my life. But, I got off my ass and started doing it. 

It was hard. The first few weeks were very hard. I kept going. Now, I'm up to over 3 miles. There were some stumbling blocks but I feel I've figured out a way around and am feeling good about where I stand. In about 2 weeks, I'll start with my official training plan; short distances 3 times a week to start with and then a longer run on the weekend, gradually building up over 25 weeks. 

I'm excited to document this process here and know this will absolutely change me. 

Now, off to run.

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