Remember me?.....

So a friend of mine reminded me of how long it has been since I last posted (thanks for calling me out, Jen).  I guess this off season has been off in more ways than one.  I've even sort of lost touch with my triathlon training partner (miss you Mimi).  So much just gets in the way of everyday.  There are so many things we want to accomplish and too little time in which to do it all.  I am usually the queen of prioritizing.  But things have gotten so mixed up in my head that I've almost forgotten how to prioritize.  And by mixed up, I simply mean that so much is trying to cram itself in there, that everything just gets pushed around.

Are you still with me?  I'm sure I've lost about 25% of anyone that may have been reading this, haha.  And for all you other "how many things can I put on my plate and still have a life" folks, thanks for sticking around.

I will probably be joining the many, many millions of other people that say "this new year, I'm gonna be more fit".  I promise Jen!!  I will be back in my tennis shoes in no time!  Just let me finish this last piece of chocolate cake..... and  ooh ooh!  Are those pumpkin muffins over there??!!  I can't just let that last lonely muffin sit there and not be enjoyed.  I mean I DO 

have a heart.

As for all you "really need a picture to make things interesting" folks, here is a shot of my babies:  

The suspense is almost too much to bear.....

Happy Training everyone!

My little casanova.....

Since I’m not much for talking about running since I’m not, well…………..running, then I will continue to talk about the main joy (or joys) in my life. And since the title of my blog is 50% about them, I guess it’s time to write about them for a little while. Hope you run-o-holics don’t mind too much.

It is amazing to see how much my boys have changed over the course of three years. Ethan was always the lovey dovey one, always needing to be held close and taken care of. And Chase was ..... well..... a bit of a "hands-off" kinda guy, with an independent spirit and autonomous will. But now Chase has transformed into this casanova of affection, constantly wanting a hug or just to sit with me. I totally love it, of course. I mean, how much longer will I get to enjoy this? At some point they are going to really push me away, as if in a "mom, you're embarassing me" kind of way. So for now, I'm loving every minute of it. And I have to tell you about Chase's latest "feel good" moment. Here's how the conversation went:

Chase runs over to me, I pick him up and he wraps his tiny little legs around me, places his hands on my face so sweetly.

I look him in the eyes, knowing that this fleeting moment will pass just as quickly as it came and I say "I love you Chase".

He looks me fondly in the eyes, not knowing just how blessed he makes me feel and he says, in his most sincere, precious voice, "I love toast".

Isn't he just so sweet??


Happy training everyone.

I have a double what??!!!

OK, so unfortunately, I do not have a race report for the Zooma 5K this past Sunday. I'm really bummed that I couldn't do it. As you see from my previous post, I had entered into a three to four week laziness/sickness/doctorness (is that a word?) hiatus that kept me from training as much as I would have liked to. And I can't even remember what my bike or my swim suit looks like. I thought that my icky nose was simply a cold that I had gotten from the boys. I kept taking all the "over the counter" meds I could find, but nothing would shake it. So when I woke up this morning and I couldn't hear, I figured..... better go see the doc. And guess what she said...... "You, my dear, have a double ear infection." What!!?? Am I two years old?! Do adults get ear infections?! Yes, my dear, we do!

So I told myself to look on the bright side, at least I didn't skip the Zooma 5K because of plain laziness. I was really sick! And the doctor has loaded me up on all kinds of good stuff to kick this little buggy bog (does anyone watch Wow Wow Wubzy?) in its little rear-end. I really do hope to be back on track (for real this time) very, very soon.

On the mommy front, the boys had their 3 year dr appt today and they did absolutely fabulous! Every doctor visit for as long as I can remember has been nothing less than a nightmare. For two years, every visit consisted of shots (times two), poking, prodding, and the occasional naked pee fountain. When you have twins in daycare and you visit the doctor a multitude of times, it doesn't take long for a child to realize that they are entering a world where needles are a preferred method of communication. But today, something was different. Something happened. Today, they grew up just a little bit more. Today, they turned into big boys.

Happy training everyone! And please........ try to stay well.