Dragged, Once More

My sister is running her first 5K.

My other 4 sisters are running the 5K too.

I did not want to run the 5K. Training is hard. Time is limited. Motivation is there but follow through is non-existent.
I need to run it though. I still carry 20lbs of pregnancy gain.

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I am running, and possibly being the captain for the team, a 5K on April 28th.
I am excited to try again to gain momentum in running and being physically active again.
I long to regain my health (and figure).


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I do not want to run. I do not want to feel pain. I do not like getting off my couch.

I will run though. I will endure the weaknesses to regain my strength. I will get off my couch.

I WILL BECOME A HERO TO MY CHILDREN ONCE AGAIN.

Three's a Crowd?

No, three is the reason that I still am not running. Three is the number that may be my downfall. Balancing three is so much harder than two. Three... I love my kids but hate that number (at least until I figure things out and get my life back in order).

I don't even bother to try to set a New Year's Resolution. What for? If I start running it will be because I have gain wisdom and insight on balance... not because I have strong armed my will into doing it.