I have started to get ready for my next 5K, which is in May. Last year I did the couch to 5K program, which got me ready and enabled me not to humiliate myself.
This week I have already run eight miles; it seems easier this time around. I also have been doing Zumba at the YMCA twice a week. My weight doesn't change because I still eat like a truck driver.
I have also taught the baby how to roll play dough into balls, which seems like not such a big deal, but has become a big time saver in my day-- perhaps about 20 minutes a day. Because all he wants to make are snowmen. HELP ME! MAKE SNOWMAN! HEEEELLP MEEEE.
Which leads me to the crazy part of being a Northerner living in the South... There comes a time when you have to teach your children words like: yak, aardvark and igloo. These are words you have to know them because they begin with a letter you have to learn in order to get ahead in life. Usually this curriculum is developed in exotic places like Connecticut or Massachusetts
When I realized there were pictures of sleds, mittens and icicles -- I actually had to explain them what they were how they were used or where you could find them, because we've had no interaction with them in real life. Snowmen? Same thing....The baby has never made, touched or seen a real snowman. Same thing with snowflakes -- we make the snip snip paper snowflakes -- not because it reflects the outdoors in anyway, but because it is a craft that goes with the season.
I don't miss the winters up north, but somehow I feel like my boys are missing out. Those winters make you stronger somehow and help you appreciate beauty in a different way. It also makes you more appreciative of spring when it comes like a promise fulfilled.