Running

This isn't real.

I recently had a conversation with my boss about distance running. She just finished her first half-marathon and wasn't quite sure if she truly enjoyed it or wanted to do another one.  I, however, am completely certain that I will never do one.  EVER.  There was a time in college when I attempted to get into running.  I would run about 3 or 4 miles a couple times a week for months and months and it NEVER got easier. I thought that maybe if I just got over the hump and into good shape, I could be like those people on the shoe commercials.  The ones who run through the woods, smiling, with a spring in their step- like this was the easiest thing in the world.  They looked like they were having so much fun. They aren't huffing and puffing the whole way.  They aren't bright red.  They don't look like a wounded soldier, hit by shrapnal in the stomach, fleeing, terrified, through the park like I do.  But it never happened.  I never felt like my lungs weren't going to explode or the snot running down my face was any more acceptable.  I never enjoyed running, nor will I ever force myself to try to enjoy running ever again.  I have accepted that I will never be a runner.  I am not made to run.  I am not made to be in shoe commercials and I am sure as heck not made to run a half marathon.  My name is Kelly and I hate running.

Bad Employee

This week has been a particularly crazy week at work.  Not because of any big projects, or meetings, but because it's Thanksgiving week and who wants to be at work, anyway??  Well, this morning I am working from home because our little Lucy decided to hurt herself at the dog park and is limping around, milking her injury for all its worth.  And me, being the loving, caring mother that I am, decided to stay home and work in case she went into petting withdrawls or sleeps in the wrong position and I need to jump into action and save the day!  This, of course, means that very little work will be done.  Granted, not much is going on in the office anyway because of the holiday, so I partially blame the pilgrims and indians for this.  But, I will accept partial blame in that I am 1. blogging right now.  2. have pinterest open in one window, facebook in another and a partially finished email to my mom about wedding dresses in a third. 3. I'm in my pajamas, drinking coffee on the couch.  I will say, I have to host a meeting at 2:00 today, so I will eventually get dressed and put on the professional Kelly Barker ACSM face and get my business handled.

In the meantime, I will continue to blog.

With Thanksgiving being tomorrow, I can't help but miss home a little bit.  Thanksgiving was always one of my favorite times of the year and not just because I love pumpkin pie.  But because of the family, the stories, playing Balderdash with Weston who never scored any points but was always hilarious, of sledding down the hill or fighting with Kyle over the whipped cream.  It's so different now that we are grown up and far away.  I'm getting married and will start our own traditions with our kids.  But it makes me thankful to think back on all the Thanksgivings and I am truly blessed and lucky to have the family I do.

My brother and I.  Aren't we adorable?

Dad and I at Lindsey's wedding

Circa 2001?

Weston trying to throw me off a mountain

Linds on her wedding night!