It's time...

Day 1-

Baby surprised me on Saturday night with an 11 hour sleep. I was thrilled, elated, overjoyed, but apparently not enough. Because Sunday night she decided to remind me of why she may be our last child by sleeping 4 hours. Any normal person can't survive a day on 4 hours of sleep. But I am not normal. Not only did I not survive I became a zombie. Shuffling from room to room the dishes sat; the laundry unfinished and I had not a single desire to see these things change.

My first thoughts of the day turned to the workout that was looming over my head. With so little sleep I had an immediate excuse of putting it off until the next day. I was going to use it too. Until my husband got home from work and galantly exclaimed he was ending work early so I could begin my first days regime. Really? Of all the times to support he chooses to support me when what I really wanted was just an excuse. How could I refuse at this point? So I pulled the sports bra on, slipped on the old running shoes and out the door I began what was a trip to hell and back.

For those of you who don't live in VA let me explain...the hills are merciless. There are no flat roads, but it's not just that, the hills aren't achieved unless climbing is involved. I have never seen such a steep grade like this in my life.

So I started out feeling the relief of just being out of the house and alone with my thoughts. I hit the mile mark and I was feeling hot to trot. A little speed demon I was. What didn't occur to me was that I was going downhill and in order to make it back home I was going to have to go up the hills I just flew down. So 1.5 miles came and went effortlessly but as I turned to come back home it was then I realized what I just did. I gazed up at my effortless run and nearly sunk as I realized what I was going to have to do in order to get back home. So I set my body into motion, a slow rhthymned motion. My arms were swinging and my legs were bouncing to the beat in my IPod. As the second mile was coming to a close my legs were feeling every hit on the pavement. My hips felt the jarring and my lungs felt as if they were on fire. But...I was not going to walk. Soon the hill that seemed overwhelming became ever steeper. As my uncontrolled breathing continued my sides started to feel the sharp jabs of pain. So those sharp jabs of pain took over my lungs and I was a complete mess. I finally made it home and just as I wanted to collapse I realized I still had to do my squats and lunges. Wondering how I was going to get my spaghetti legs moving I began to lunge forward. Have you ever felt like your muscles were going to burst through your skin? That's what I felt like as my workout ended, lunges, squats, sit-ups, crunches, and push-ups completed. I crawled my way up the stairs and as I entered the house my husband comes around the corner informing our dinner guests were going to arrive at any minute.

Dinner guests? I thought that was canceled! All I wanted to do at that moment was cry. I was tired. Any energy I had left after my 4 hours of sleep was just used up by that ridiculous workout and I am now supposed to throw a meal together in just a matter of minutes? I just want a shower and a bed! But I sucked it up, made the dinner, put on my charm as they arrived, did the dishes, completed our Family Night Lesson and activity, gave the children baths, and put them to bed, made a last minute trip to the store for milk and baby formula, and finally around 10:00pm, I crashed into my "too good to be true" bed and fell very fast asleep...