Life is Good

Well... I have come to the conclusion that something *must* be up. And no, I'm not pregnant! LOL. but I have absolutely NO energy. I've had people tell me it could be my diet, but that really hasn't changed, or maybe it's depression, but I argue that I'm a girl, and therefore, significantly emotional, but I yet to have a problem handling it. Do I get enough sleep? come on. Show me a mom that says she gets enough sleep, and I'll show you a pathelogical lier. So... I may be taking up my bike for a while to build up endurance again, but it's definitely lacking. In the meanwhile... I have been enjoying my baby girl:

2.1 miles at a much better pace, pushing my little Melanie in her running stroller.  I decided that I needed to ease back into my routine, so I didn't push the distance too much.  Plus, it was freaking hot out (or at least I seemed super hot), do I didn't want to bake Melanie alive. 

Then, after I put Melanie to bed, I did 1 hr of yoga.  :o)

So, I decided to take Melanie on a run this morning. I got her up (she was already awake and singing to herself and the monkey in her crib), and put her, the monkey, a blanket and a sippy cup of milk. So, we are doing great, the first 2.5 miles. She is giggling and playing peek a boo through the plastic "window" on the stroller with me. I decide that we will go a little longer and turn right instead of left. Another .5 mile and I realize that my decision was a big mistake. I'm running down the road and all the sudden her sippy cup goes flying out of the stroller. I stop, get it, give it to her, and resume running. Then... out it goes again. This time I pick it up and put it in the underneath bag and then return to my run. Next thing I know, her monkey goes over the egde. This time I decide I'm not playing this game, and I put it under the stroller with the sippy cup. This is a bad idea because when I started running again she start SCREAMING. So here I am, running down the road with a screaming toddler who is kicking her feet and throwing a huge fit, all while hanging herself as much as she can over the side of the stroller and pointing back. It dawns on me that she probably thinks I left Curious George behind, so I stop and give her the monkey... then she throws the monkey and her blanket at me, screaming. great! So everything goes under the stroller and I try to find the fastest way home. ugh! When I get her home and give her the monkey, so giggles, and runs inside to play like nothing happened.

You have to love toddlers. (Otherwise you'd donate them to Goodwill. LOL).

2.02 miles, pushing Melanie in the stroller...  with an average pace of 9:20.  That's not bad at all because I live in a "hilly" area.  I'm really starting to feel better.  (Thank goodness!)  Now I need to find another race to work torwards...  My arizona friends, any suggestions?