Let’s get the formalities out of the way: Christmas was great. We went to Wisconsin and spent time with my family and David’s family. Boo loved opening presents, and he had a great time with his cousins, aunties, and grandparents. We all got sick multiple times, but we’re on the mend. Thanks for asking. On to today’s topic (I’m clearly feeling a bit self absorbed).
New Year New Me: 16 weeks from today, I’ll get up around 4am, trudge outside, and take a bus from Monterey to Big Sur. Then I’ll wait around for a little bit, eat some breakfast (?!), and run 26.2 miles along Highway 1 to Carmel-by-the-Sea (God willing). I’m so excited. Super nervous about the high likelihood of injury and fatigue, but so excited about the goal and what it means to me. What does this goal mean to me, you ask. It defines me. It is me. This race, and the training that leads up to it symbolize a version of myself that has been buried for the past year and a half. A version of me that I miss.
The new me, post-baby me, doesn’t get out much. Life is wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but it is starkly different. I don’t do anything without considering where Boo will be which means we’re usually together unless I’m working. Babysitters are expensive, and not so abundant (plus Boo’s pretty awesome, so it’s generally cool). Anywho, David has committed to owning three mornings/week of getting Boo to school to let me train. I’m hopeful that the new me is going to reflect on David’s sacrifice and cherish each mile trained, but we’ll see how that pans out.
At this point, I’m not worried about the discipline which has never been hard for adult-me, thanks mom and dad. Let’s just hope my body holds up.