And so it begins...

Back in January, I had the bright idea to start a blog. I thought it would be a great way to document the more interesting aspects of my life. I thought that it would be fun. I painstakingly chose a name for my blog...one that I thought best represented what I wanted to blog about, and then nothing happened. Here it is 7 months later and I am finally sitting down to write my first post. I think part of the delay was the realization that I am not even a good writer. So, grammar police, do yourselves a favor and stop reading now!  Save yourselves! The other part of it was that I felt like there is just too much to say, and yet none of it would be interesting to the general public. I wanted to be eloquent. To be profound.  I think I have finally accepted that maybe I should just be me. So here I am :)

So, here's me in a nutshell. I work at a large corporation that will remained unnamed. I am married & I am mom to two beautiful kids. Corey will be turning 7 on Saturday, and Alexandra is 5. They are crazy, funny, and sassy. They make me laugh, and they push all my buttons. Leaving me semi-crazy and exhausted. But, I like to think most moms are semi-crazy and exhausted. At least that's what I tell myself :)

In addition to the insanity of dealing with a 7 & 5 year old on a daily basis, I also have the added craziness associated with all of Corey's medical appointments. Corey was born with Spina Bifida, a birth defect where the spinal column does not close correctly in utero leaving the nerves of the spinal cord exposed. To date, Corey has had 9 surgeries. The scariest of these occurred a year ago yesterday, when he had emergency surgery to repair a bowel obstruction and perforation & spent 17 days in the PICU.  It is still scary to me to think that he could have died. I am so thankful for the wonderful care he received at the Children's Hospital.

In my free time I run & do bootcamp. When I say I "run"...please note that is a bit of an exaggeration. I am slow. Turtle slow. 12 minute/mile slow. And I find that somewhat discouraging. Lately I've been struggling with both running & bootcamp (see reference to exhaustion above). I want to be a better runner, a more fit person overall. But in the last few months I just cannot make myself get out the door more than once or twice a week. Perhaps public shame will get my butt in gear ;)

I chose the name of this blog "Live. Run. Hope" because I really want this blog to be about the crazy things that happen in our daily lives. I can't make this stuff up, people! I want it to be about my quest for fitness. And most of all, I want it to be about my hope for the future. My hope that my kids will be happy, and healthy, and not TOO scarred from having me as their mom :)