So my mom’s doing it. My sister’s doing it. Her boyfriend’s doing it. My brother and sister-in-law are doing it. My other brother and sister-in-law are doing it. And now… my husband. They’re all in training for SOMETHING! (And that something is a freaking 1/2 IRONMAN!)

I like to say my training for the last 5 years has been being pregnant and chasing 4 boys around… but as Henry’s about to turn 2 years old, and I’m still in that should-we-or-shouldn’t-we-try-for-another-baby-right-nowI figure now’s the best time to do this. Now’s the time to get my body moving and training and GO-GO-GOING!

I’m training FOR REAL this time for a 1/2 marathon. I was so bummed that I couldn’t participate in the Eat. Blog. Run. relay because of a family function… so I set my sights on something in Rhode Island that I could be here for. So Sunday, May 2nd… I’m running the Cox 1/2 Marathon with one of my girlfriends. I’m gunning to cross the finish line… crawling or not.

Considering my son asked me if I was pregnant on Saturday (I’m not, but if you’ve had multiple kids you know there’s an awful pouch that not even 1000 sit-ups a night can get rid of – or at least I’m trying)… I thought to myself, that’s the EXACT KICK IN THE BUTT I need to get myself moving again. It’s not fun being asked if you’re pregnant (when you’re not)… by your son.

So… it’s 9:30PM… and I just came upstairs from my treadmill clocking in 3.25 miles. Done. My one stipulation – I needed to be done by Housewives of NYC. And chips and guacamole needed to be waiting for me on the coffee table.