Picture this: chubby yet fabulous me, sweating like tiny2be on the treadmill, wanting to get off the damn thing and go shopping for our exciting camping trip that starts tomorrow, thinking it is pointless to run cause I am NEVER gonna be able to run a 5k without dying. Cue music: Hey! Don’t write yourself off yet! And I think to myself, Jimmy Eats World, you have a damn good point. And I’ll start tomorrow morning, as my 2.5 miles is done for the day! buahahhaa I know, it was a moment of inspiration and I let it pass, but running really is so hard for me. I mean, I dunno how big of a difference it makes, but I weigh a LOT. The hubbs says it will get easier the more I do it, but realistically I wanna weigh around 170 and that is still the “Athena” division for the races here on base. Athena is the nice way of saying “big girl.” My doc says I am lucky and that I can totally take the division if I could just get my mind in the game. We’ll see. I wanna do at least the mud run next year, and maybe the 10k too, if I could get serious about training.

So in other news, today was an amazing day. Yay! Work was good, lunch with the girls was perfect and much needed, and the boys were all good at school and daycare, respectively. And to top it off, we are going camping supply shopping in a little bit for a few odds and ends. I am so stoked about our trip tomorrow!!

Alright, that’s all I got. Have a great night, chickies!