I hate running.
HAHA. Just kidding! Me? Hate running? Of course not! Almost had you for a moment there, huh? Hee hee. Anyway, I hate to say it, but I've been kind of lying to you all. My foot has been fantastic and hasn't been giving me as much grief as I let on a while back. In fact, it's not even a problem anymore. But why have I lied? Trust me, I didn't want to, and I hate keeping stuff from my friends/blogging buddies. Truth is....I'm pregnant. Nope, not joking about this one. Little 'ol me is going to be a mum. :)
There. The secret's out. *HUGE SIGH*
That's the reason my pace has been slow for me and that I haven't been logging as much time on the blog/treadmill. Truthfully, I was freaked out and pretty stressed about everything (new job, the break-in, and now I'm growing a little human??? woah there!).
In all seriousness, Trav and I are really excited. :) The little goober is due 11/9, and you know it's going to be a runner. Or some sort of athlete. With asthma. And probably bad feet. Hee hee.
Yup, running with a baby here at the Mercer Half Marathon!
Ok. I feel a zillion times better now.