To be 9 again

Another year gone, another year older. My baby is 9 years old. I remember 9. I remember when sleepovers were the ultimate party. I remember being silly and wild with my girlfriends. I remember taking an hour to fall alseep even though everyone kept saying "shhhh!" and "I'm trying to sleep!". I remember the year flying by and not being a single digit anymore. Someone please make the days last longer and time stop passing so quickly; my baby is too big...










Success!

Run, Forest, Run!

Six months of training + 1 great friend to put up with me + blood, sweat, and tears=
MY FRIST HALF MARATHON!
There will be more. I am not ready to call myself 'hooked' just yet, but I can definitely see more half and maybe even a full marathon in my future. Craziness...