Even though I swear I started running to take my mind off of the insanity of autism, I can’t help thinking how raising a child like J.R. is JUST like engaging in the damned exercise... For starters, my running skills pretty much rival my parenting skills - I SUCK! I’ve known for years that I
On Saturday night I ran in my first 5K...yippie! You may have read about the super-professional training schedule I employed that allowed me to only NEARLY die a foot from the finish line. Shame on me for being an English major, but who knew that 5K meant “3.1-something miles”? Seriously…who can even walk that far without needing
I started running a few weeks ago. I figured why not try to start moving seeing as my job of parenting J.R. & Jackson requires me to stay in tip-top shape. Not that NEVER EVER getting to sit down isn’t a workout in itself. Okay let’s be honest. The only reason why I started running
