Happy Singles Awareness Day

My friend, Alison, told me she got a Happy Singles Awareness Day wish from her friend today, and I thought I would pass on the good tidings.  Today is also Valentine’s Day, if you’re of that persuasion.  Or Anna Howard Shaw Day if you watch 30 Rock and listened to Liz Lemon’s tirade about the true meaning of February 14th.

I have a new Valentine this year so I thought I would celebrate with a couple photos of us hanging out.

He’s wonderfully squishy.

John’s been quite the socialite lately, especially with his young lady friends.  Don’t worry; his visits have all been closely chaperoned.  There was some hand-holding, but that’s all.  And I’m pretty sure that wasn’t even intentional.

John and Charleigh get cozy at their first play date.  John is slightly unsure of what to make of the situation.
Grace and John had a great time together.  Well, he enjoyed himself.  She was harder to convince.

Perhaps because it is not a tiny, human female, John felt quite comfortable giving this monkey a big hug.  I think it’s the start of a lifelong friendship.

In other news, I’m finally getting around to keeping that commitment I made a few weeks ago.  What?  You already forgot the commitment?  It would seem I had also.  In case it’s completely slipped your mind, I joined a six-week fitness program at work, complete with a team of equally out-of-shape but motivated individuals, willing to confess to each other how many fruits and veggies they ate a week, as well as how much time they spent in exercise.   The worst reminders of my less-than-convincing commitment to the program were when I had to turn in my piddly fitness points at the end of the week.  I was the weakest link to be sure.  After three weeks of single digit fitness numbers, I decided a change would do me good.  And I couldn’t let my team down any longer.  It was going to be bad for my reputation and would certainly decrease my invites to co-worker events.  And so, a-running I did go.

To prove that I did in fact don running attire – you will have to take my word for it that I actually left the house wearing it – here is a photo.

Yup, here I am, baby, shoes and all.  I left him at home for the run.  Wasn’t really sure how to carry him while I “ran” .

Am I going to train for a serious race, like a marathon, you ask?  Ha ha ha ha ha ha!  I can’t stop laughing.  (Serious face.)  Right now, I’m just proud I still know how to tie my running shoes.

Before I lose myself in self-deprecation, I’ll have you know that I had a fairly successful first day back on the sidewalks.  After carefully plotting out an approximately 3 mile course, I decided to run 30 minutes, hoping to make the 3 miles in that time.  About 5 minutes into the run, I realized that this was far too ambitious for my semi-blobular body.  (Yes, blobular is a word, most often used to describe women who recently had a child and chose not to make fitness a priority anywhere in the past 18 months.  May not apply to all women who fit this criteria.)  At that moment, I decided 20 minutes was a plenty good start.  And so I schlepped on, my feet feeling heavier than they had all year.  Or all of last year for that matter.  I stopped at 10 minutes to rest, I mean, stretch, and finished the last half of the run tired but proud.  The run yielded close to 2 miles of sidewalk conquered.  Whenever I take running up after a hiatus, I try to start at 2 miles.  Since I accomplished that, I will call it good.  I do enjoy running for running’s sake, but I will probably train for a 10k or some other race just so to keep myself motivated.  Let’s hope graduating back into some of my pre-progeny clothing is also part of my reward.

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4 thoughts on “Happy Singles Awareness Day

  1. I love the word blobular. It could also be used to describe new moms who are pregnant again and who are in that stage of not really showing and looking like they ate too many french fries! 🙂 John is so big!! He looks great!

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  2. hi sarahI hear you have also quit facebook. Along with my friend Evangeline, that makes three of us. Long live blogging! Down with social networking! Huzzah for badgers!

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  3. ahahahahaha. I love the fact that our little John is much more comfortable with his little stuffed animal. His facial expressions in those pics are priceless! That's right, little buddy, girls can be quite intimidating. Stick with Mommy for now.

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