nope. not even close.
while i am confident i will not be among the fastest pounding the pavement of the jersey shore on race day, i am more than sure i will be one of the gutsiest.
while i am confident i will not be among the fastest pounding the pavement of the jersey shore on race day, i am more than sure i will be one of the gutsiest.
today was the longest of my marathon training runs. this week and in particular this run have been glaring up at me from my training calendar for the last six months.
i ran sixteen of the slowest miles any human being has ever traveled on friday. by the time i crossed the threshold into my house i was utterly defeated. my pace is no where near where it once was.
this morning… while eating handfuls of banana chips and playing with his little people toys… my almost two year old stopped dead in his tracks. he looked up… smiled, waved, and said “hi!”
a one month family lifestyle photo shoot celebrating the small intimate moments that make the first four weeks of life so magical.
my beautiful niece was born on christmas day. four days later we had our very first photo shoot. i cannot wait to spend a lifetime photographing this beautiful baby.
there are many lies new parents are told. one of the most popular, aside from, “you can sleep when the baby sleeps,” is “it only gets harder from here. you will miss these days when they are older.” each time i hear this lie… and i hear it a lot… i have to physically bite my tongue to stop myself from replying with a firm, “shove it up your ass.”
my mister and i unearthed a copy of too old to rock ‘n’ roll: too young to die! while rummaging through bins at a record shop in seattle a few years back and have been hooked on stacking wax ever since.
but the very last thing my old man wrote was, “it’s hard to imagine that someone who has done so much in such a short amount of time is really just getting started. ant, all i can say is hold on….”