It must be a funny (pitiful) sight to see me “running.”  Really, it’s almost amusing at how quickly I become out of breath as I try for the first time in my life to really start running.  I was told running would be hard, that it’d take months – if not years – for it to really integrate itself so well into my life that I could actually relax as I run.  That’d be nice.

But, for now, I’ll feel like I’m about to die as the breath is sucked straight out of my lungs and the cold air burns them instead.

The funny thing is that I’ve been CRAVING running.  It sucks while I do it, but then I can’t wait to do it again.  Maybe I’ve just developed a masochistic personality.

Regardless, I’m trying to drag Steven into my new lifestyle.  It’s something we’ve talked about for …since we’ve been married, but we never seem to keep up the whole “active lifestyle” for more than a couple of weeks.  This time, I bought a board game (called The Fitness Challenge) and it seems pretty cool.  The main idea for the game is to try to get in 3 workouts a week and there are points and prizes (real ones) and all that jazz…

I’m feeling particularly pumped that so far this week, I’m winning.  The bad news is that that’s because Steven hasn’t done a workout this week yet (which is okay, he still has 5 days).  The good news is that I’ve gone from working out 3 days a week, to trying to cram more in.  Like 4 days a week.  I’ve started dabbling in p90x.  Dabbling, because most of the system depends on a pull up bar, which requires a sturdy door frame.  I don’t really trust these door frames and am not committed to losing our security deposit over a freakin pull up bar.  My walls are made of some really sturdy cardboard (not wood), so I really doubt the doors and frames were splurged on.  In fact, I have a sneaky suspicion half of this place was super-glued together (which I may or may not have done some of the repairs myself).

I was feeling rather confident after I finished my p90x Ab Ripper with no pain or soreness.  I felt like a superstar (that had been jipped of a workout) when I felt nothing the next day.  But 2 days later, I feel it.  It may have something to do with the extra pushups I did and the run…but, when Steven asked me to scoot underneath the baby bed in order to reassemble it, I suddenly realized that most of my muscles were on fire.  Except my feet.  My feet seemed fine.  That was it.

In other news, you really can RUN through a bank drive through to deposit money.  And yes, that was me.  I like to multi-task (and they’d already locked the front doors).

In more news, the baby’s bed has been moved to the girls’ room.  Lorelei is ecstatic and at 7:30am, they both woke up and were giggling and having fun.  I’m excited, yet…not…why can’t they sleep til noon?

In even more news, Lorelei is nonstop hungry.  I’m happy she’s eating but am now wondering if this is a developmental stage or one really large tapeworm.

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