I show the boys how its done.

When I was a kid, I used to play soccer. I'll don't know if I was really any good. But, two things I know for sure- I was always the only girl on my team, and I hustled that ball. I know that because my shins burned for the entire week after a game.

I have been on my treadmill (on and off) for a bit now. Lately, I have been running on it religiously. I have a secret wish of running a marathon.

Tuesday night Mark and I took the kids to a park near our house which has a playground, soccer field, and track. Dylan rode his bike around the track while Mark pulled happy-boy, Jordan, around on his toy. I decided to do my daily run at the track that night instead of on the treadmill. Fresh air, beautiful breeze, setting sun. Nice, right?

Perhaps I pushed myself too hard, because today it is pure hell walking up my stairs. Although I have an underpronated stride which may have had something to do with it. Maybe my three-year-old running shoes are to blame. My shins feel like I just went up against Beckham.

There is a 6K run at my college this weekend that I would love to take part in. I thought it was a nice, small run to start with. I fear that it will not happen now. I don't care what the reason is, I'm just pissy that this is not going my way. So, if anyone's looking for me, I'll be stomping my fists and feet on the floor, begging Mark to buy me a new pair of $100 New Balance 901's in a size 7. Ahem. 'scuse me- I mean, icing my legs and counting my blessings.

Oh- the last picture I threw in to show how I used to train for the big games... chasing the chicken. Not really, but name that movie.