For those of you who have spent the past 17 months anxiously refreshing your browsers every 15 seconds (like me the night the iPhone 5 went on sale) hoping that there would be a new willrunforbiscuits post, rejoice! Your prayers have been answered. At fleeting moments over the last year or so, I have felt an urge to resurrect the blog, but it was not until a dear friend facetiously offered to buy me a box of Bojangles Cajun Filet biscuits that I decided it was time to jump back into the world of airing my dirty laundry in cyberspace. Who are we kidding? That’s what I do on Facebook 19.3 times per day.
In all seriousness, I am well aware that on my Facebook page, there is an overabundance of baby cuteness, talk about lululemon, discussion/photos of my latest carb fests, and posts about my workouts which SuperDad cannot decipher because he ran cross country for 2 years and only understands a running workout that goes like this: “hey you, skinny kid, go run really far then turn around and come back.” While I am sure my many
adoring fans friends enjoy seeing my gigantisaurus rex of a baby and reading about the hilarious and incredibly inappropriate things his sister says, I need a place where I can really throw up all my feelings about trying to be a better runner.
This is not a mommy blog. This is not a shopping blog. This is not a “I’m sooooo great because I ran 17 miles with ankle weights while pushing a double stroller and dictating a brief with the sweet Dragon software on my phone” blog. There are already a ton of those blogs out there and like the good liberal arts major I was, I really am not trying to be the best at any one thing. I just want to dabble. If only my super Asian Tiger Mom had known this before she pretty much took out a second mortgage to send me to college. Just kidding!
This is just a blog that will hopefully give me some accountability as I train for my next marathon. I will definitely talk about my kids because what kind of mother that overshares doesn’t talk about her kids? I will also tell you about clothes/shoes/gear that I love and probably (more likely) things that I hate. Because I’m not really an “everything is sunshines and roses and puppy dogs and I love everyone” type of person. I am obviously an air quotes type of person, and I also don’t know how to edit, according to SuperDad. Finally, I can already foresee a post about running while pregnant. Because I have done it twice, and it is not that awesome. But it’s doable. And the two books out there that are allegedly about running or exercising while pregnant are also terrible. The worst. So bad that I am going to take out a loan, go to med school, become an expert in exercise medicine, and write a book about running while pregnant. I cannot guarantee that will actually happen. Any of it.
Well kiddies, it’s time for me to tuck in and watch some
Real Housewives Breaking Bad with SuperDad. As you can see, there’s a lot of excitement going on here. Two kids + 11 mile run tomorrow + generally being lazy = in bed long before I was even ready to put on my makeup back in the day. You have to use an accent and say “BACK in the day-uh” when you say it. If you’re lucky I will tell you about my new training plan tomorrow. But it will most likely be in a week.