It has been a century

I miss my blog.  Over the course of the week, I have realized how much I miss having a place to write, and think, a place of my own for self expression and for generally documenting my thoughts as life goes by.

I have not updated here for so long that when I tried to log in, I realized that I forgot my password.  I then reset my password, logged in, and my blog had disappeared!  I thought my, that is a bit harsh, I go away for five seconds months and look, my blog is deleted off the face of the internet.  Then I figured out that hey, I am logging in with the wrong email.  Duh.  In my defence, I am not as smart as I used to be after having the kids.

My blogging time got eaten up by exercise time.  That is because for some reason I have decided that it is now time for me to start getting into some serious athletic shape, after lying in bed for the entire pregnancy with Daniel (and with Emma before), and after never being able to compete in any running or triathlon races due to never ending IVF madness.  After Daniel, I have finally felt that my body was back to normal, my own to operate and shape in any way I want, and I the first thing that I did was to get insanely fit.

I have run two half marathons this summer, one of which was a long mountain race that kicked my butt.  I run 35 km per week, swim with the local masters group, and do cross-fit.  My body is stronger and faster than ever before, even in my twenties.  However, all this takes time, specifically 6 am time,  so there goes my quiet blogging moment.

Regardless, I am in need of writing, and so I will have to find a niche of time somewhere.  I am impressed to see that the blog still gets traffic, I have to admit that it is nice to not be talking to myself over here, but at this point I feel like I would write even if I talked to myself.  Writing allows me to observe the world in a different way, to connect my present with my past, and to use my brain in a way other than pushing myself to run uphill six times more than I'd like.

That being said, creating blogging time will be tough.  I will have to see where I can steal it from.  As it is, Daniel is busy trying to plug a lamp into the outlet, so I have to interrupt constantly to chase him away from the power outlet, lest he plug his fingers in accidentally (or on purpose).  Emma is typing on my keyboard simultaneously with myself, so I have to delete gibberish.  And oh, now Daniel is typing too.  I had no idea that it was keyboard skills class.

And now Daniel pooped in his diaper. I really have to go...for now.