365 days

last year i was still training for this marathon; and even though i was early on in a high risk pregnancy i still had high hopes of slowly jogging/walking it.

 high hopes indeed.

on february 17th 2009, i came home from a 6 mile run. i sat down at the table where ty and the girls were eating breakfast. i felt so good. so happy. so  energized. so alive.

20 minutes later some major cramping started. luckily i was seeing the dr. boss that afternoon.  now, we knew that around 20+ weeks I would have to take it easy to prevent another abby from happening. but when he sat me down that day and said, no more exercise. i broke down right there in that office. and i mean broke down. sobbed like a little schoolgirl. even though i never cried like that as a little schoolgirl, but that's how the saying goes.

that was the last time i ran. and guess what? the cramping never stopped.  5 weeks later complete pelvic rest and modified bed rest entered the picture followed after by 16 weeks of hormone injections, meds that made my feet swell up like elephant man, deep depression and hundreds of peanut buster parfaits. hundreds.

but tonight in hopes of eradicating this past year of gestating a beautiful baby and gaining 60+ poundages in the process i went with my good ol' working out buddy sister, and unfroze my gym membership.

can i tell you how good it felt to be back in the gym and running again?

IT WAS AWESOME.

sarah and me on one of our last marathon training runs: don't mind my freaky face.