On Saturday, I went running for the first time in about nine months. I'd like to say something like, "It was so refreshing!" or "I just loved being outdoors and getting a good workout!"
The Truth: "It was painful."
The wind was blowing, sleety rain was flying sideways through the air while I plodded along with my lungs burning and my heart threatening to pound out of my chest. I was constantly reminding myself: "It takes a good two weeks for running to be fun again."
At that thought, I began to ponder why the heck I run at all. What on earth would possess me to put my body through agony in the worst of weather conditions. I don't have a really good explanation beyond some silly sentiment that doesn't hold water with the majority of the population that would rather just take a walk on a nice sunny afternoon.
The pictures below are from an old Adidas ad campaign from '99 and '00. I think these pictures do more justice to the plight and mindset of a runner than anything I could say.
It's been a while, a long while, since I've posted. Caring for a newborn is ridiculous amounts of work!! However, since we discovered this little item below, life has been a bit more sane. This, is The Precious.
There are a few similarities between Gollum's Precious and Monica's Precious.
1. Monica seeks her Precious with serious voracity. 2. She, like Gollum, is at peace when her Precious is in her possession. 3. Monica's Precious will also be thrown into the fires of Mount Doom some day between now and the end of toddler-dom. (We're going for sooner rather than later.)
(Alright, I'll be honest. I don't think Monica really considers that pacifier her Precious. I think Kevin and I consider it our Precious. I guess we're really the ones going on a "journey" to Mount Doom. She's just along for the ride.)