A Case of the Runs

I always thought this day was so, so distant... ...a day I labeled, "you know, when I'm old." What will I be doing for a living? Would I still be single? Might I have had kids by then?   Yet I still feel like I'm half my age, wondering what the future will bring, and feeling very lucky for all that I have and the opportunities I have had so far. Now that I have a child of my own, I understand how much my parents just want me to enjoy and make the most of the life they've given me.

If you are thinking, "Gee, I haven't seen any running-related posts here lately," well, you're right. I was doing pretty well getting back into some kind of routine (a very, very light one) during my maternity leave.  After watching an infomercial, I even started the T-25 program again and took two weeks to complete the first week of the schedule.  I had my FitBit fired up and ready. And then I went back to work in February and have worked out a grand total of once since then, if you don't count stroller walks on the weekends... which don't even take place every weekend.  I even sold my FitBit. Never, ever did I imagine letting myself get so out-of-shape.  When I was working out more, I would freak out if I skipped more than a day, let alone a month, on top of whatever I missed due to pregnancy.  I now consider my jaunt from the parking lot to my desk my workout most days -- although to be fair, I have to walk a considerable distance because of the are