The deMented Mom

I just crawled came back from an hour long run. My second run since completing my first half marathon on the 3rd. Yes, it's taken me that long to recover enough to put on another pair of sneakers and venture out the door. I'm 42, give me a break. Anyway, as I'm huffing and puffing my way up the hill (it's uphill both ways of this run..WTF? Don't ask me, it's some sick joke city engineers have been playing on us runners) I'm thinking "Why am I doing this? I can't breathe, I stink, people are giving me that 'look' as they drive by". That's when it dawns on me, running is like child birth-- you suffer through the torture again and again (if you're really stupid or fertile) because it feels so darn good when it's all over. After childbirth you have this little bundle of love and joy-wait until they're a teenager but that's for another post. After a good long run, you have this feeling of euphoria not unlike that glow y

I just added this blog. I don't know why. It's not like I have a ton of time to be doing this and it's not like I am the most prolific writer with a ton to say. However, I find myself at this time of my life suddenly giving a shit about my health. It's dawned on me in my 43rd year that I can no longer take my body for granted. It's not quite as forgiving as it was when I was in my 20's and 30's. Hangovers are a week long rather than a day; I can no longer 'jump' out of bed in the morning for fear that I will land flat on my face due to mysterious aches and pains that have suddenly appeared...I swear I woke up with them on my 40th birthday..wtf?? Anyway, I think I'm going to use this blog to keep me honest. If I publish what I have or have not been doing then hopefully my innate fear of looking like a twit will keep me on track. I make it sound like I'm a newbie to this fitness thing but in reality I'm not. I've been running regu

I just added this blog. I don't know why. It's not like I have a ton of time to be doing this and it's not like I am the most prolific writer with a ton to say. However, I find myself at this time of my life suddenly giving a shit about my health. It's dawned on me in my 43rd year that I can no longer take my body for granted. It's not quite as forgiving as it was when I was in my 20's and 30's. Hangovers are a week long rather than a day; I can no longer 'jump' out of bed in the morning for fear that I will land flat on my face due to mysterious aches and pains that have suddenly appeared...I swear I woke up with them on my 40th birthday..wtf?? Anyway, I think I'm going to use this blog to keep me honest. If I publish what I have or have not been doing then hopefully my innate fear of looking like a twit will keep me on track. I make it sound like I'm a newbie to this fitness thing but in reality I'm not. I've been running regularly