O.k. it appears that it will.  So, yeah, it's been awhile.  And the funny thing is, that this is a great way to use this blog as my journal as well.  So if you read this, great, if you don't, whatever.  You're in for the ramblings of a 37 year old mom who chooses to share her thoughts on a daily basis.  And as I feel layed up right now, I have lots of thoughts.

Layed up?  Beck what have you done?  Well, I started running about 4 months ago.  September to be exact.  I do not like running. Period.  I have found zero satisfaction in it in the past.  What changed was that I couldn't chase the kids at the park like I wanted to.  Oh sure I'd last a while but then, I couldn't.  Mason who is now 10, not like it says on the side profile thingy, wants to be chased.  There will come a time when he won't even come to the park at all, so playing with him right now seems like the right thing to do.  Anyway a little over a year ago a family moved into the ward and just across the backyard rock wall.  They have 4 kids so close to my kids age, it works out perfect.  Well, she invited me to go running with her one day.  I did the polite smile and sort of waved it off.  I could not run with someone who was already in shape and get this...she likes to run!  My biggest hang up really was that I didn't want to hold her back.  I never want to be the partner who is the slow one that makes the other person slow down when clearly they want to go fast.  But something in September (Tyler) told me to give it a shot.  What's the worst that could happen?  If she didn't like me then well, it was worth a try right.  So I very clearly remember that first run.  We met on the sidewalk by our house at 6:30 in the morning!  6:30 in the morning to run?  This was not sounding like a picnic.  And sure enough after what was probably 2 blocks, I was done! D O N E!  "At least she won't want to run with me again" said my brain to the rest of my slow body.  When we finished our 5K, I was red faced, sweating and out of breathe.  She (Meisha) was barely sweating.  I came inside and couldn't drink water fast enough.  It was running down my chin into my shirt.  I splashed water on my face and made up my mind right then and there that I wouldn't do that again.  But here's the thing.  A tinsy tiny part of me wanted to try again.  But that part was tinsy tiny.  I met Meisha again on Monday and this time we ran for 3 minutes, walked for 2.  It was a very good system for me even though 2 minutes felt like 15 seconds.  I am proud to say that I stuck with that for all of August and half of October.  I say half October because then something happened where I just started running and could keep going.  Here I was getting up 3 times a week and running a 5K each time!  And at 6:30 in the stinkin morning no doubt!  I hadn't missed until that fateful day.  2 days after Christmas.  We met, started running, crossed the intersection, and then I misjudged the sidewalk.  I jumped up to get on it to soon.  My foot landed in the street but my ankle bone that sticks out?  He hit the curb and down I went.  It didn't hurt at first as I sat there.  I could tell right away that something was going to hurt soon though.  I tried to stand and yep nothing doing.  Meisha ran home (we were in about a mile) and got her car and came back to get me.  I hung out by the fence while I waited.  When a car would come I'd put my finger on the neck like I was testing my pulse.  I know, I'm a dork.  She came back and getting in the car was so hard and so painful.  We got home and my foot just looked like a regular foot.  No swelling, no bruising even.  But when I tried to turn it?  Look out mama!  I called Tyler who was at work already and he came home and took me to the Dr.  3 x-rays later, I have a hairline fracture on the lateral malleolus. Translation?  Your not running for awhile.  Which stinks because even though I never weighed myself, my jeans were getting super baggy AND I was able to wear a belt from college!  A belt people!  And it was fitting too.  I wear the black boot and have some awesome pain killers which send me to another planet.  My ankle is wrapped and I sleep elevated which is tricky because Tyler is trying to have covers and I am laying on top on them all.  I feel disappointed and frustrated.  4 months of running down the tubes!  But I must not look at it that way.  I have decided to spend the rest of my life living it like my dad does.  Seeing the positive in everything!  So, on a positive note, I am still wearing my belt.  (But on a crummy note I don't want to get large and in charge again.)  I get tired quickly and my ankle is usually throbbing by the end of the night.  However, I am still doing piano lessons and sort of making dinner.  rats!  What are we having tonight?  People from church have brought in some meals and I appreciate it so much!  What a great ward we have.  And now, I will go and do the ab crunch workout video.  I can cause all you do is lay on the floor and strain your neck and get your abs workin.  This is the first of many actions and thoughts by me.  Christmas is next.  Sometime today I suppose.