Lookie!

I have been wanting a beach cruiser for soooo long! And a couple of weeks ago BJ saw a listing for this beauty on KSL which was within our (super frugal) budget.

So of course i needed it. It needed a little sprucing up though. Some paint and new hardware is well within my scope of capabilities.

(Notice the ugly purple sparkly-ness and can you see the cherries??? ew.)

And now it looks like this!!:

You're jealous I know.

I'm trying to finagle a way to make the baby seat sit back farther so I don't crowd Kenley, but i'm in love! I must work hard to get some good use out of it before it gets too cold. This'll be fun!!

RunnerCross 2011

I did my first actual 5k ever!

It was a relay and an obstacle course. We ran through a dirt course over hills, logs, fences, down a slip-n-slide and through paths of very sticky heavy mud.

It made me realize how out of shape I am and inspired me to really kick my own butt to get in shape for our triathlon this September.

By the end my entire body was caked in mud. It was the closest I've ever come

to looking tan. Kenley even loved watching and cheering with everyone. It was so funny watching her jump every time someone would cheer then see her face light up, scream in delight and clap her hands. Loved it!

I forgot my camera so the only shots we got were from BJ's phone but hopefully you can see the exhaustion and layers of earth all over us.

Walking

We live exactly 2 seconds from an elementary school, so when it was sunny we decided to go play on the playground.

What does a tiny girl do when she's mastered walking and its the best thing ever? A whole lot of this!

With all these fun things to play on all K wanted to do was walk back and forth from the concrete to the squichy playground ground.

She did, however, venture once or twice over to the slide.

Climbing out was a trick she hasn't mastered yet, but it was so funny to watch! She grunted and panted and did some pretty impressive yoga poses getting on/off that yellow slide.

She couldn't quite master the grass either.

When BJ was done with his run he joined us to walk us home. K loves her dad and giggled while riding on his shoulders.

I love her!

Stupid exercise...

I used to be very fit. Being in track and two soccer teams forced me to be in prime condition in my teen years. Since then, having a desk job hasn't helped me maintain very well.
Being pregnant was impossibly hard to know how to "gain healthy weight". Which for my body apparently meant "save everything!". It took me until Kenley was 6 months to be back to pre-pregnancy weight. Hip size is another issue. How can you be the same weight but have such impossibly different measurements??
On top of that is my complete sugar addiction.
And I don't say that lightly. When I say "addiction" what I really mean is: I could eat a candy bar for breakfast and skittles, gummy frogs, and diet pepsi for the rest of the day. Which amazingly doesn't make me sick.
My favorite Easter candy has got to be Cadburry eggs. Yes, those giant creme ones.
The other day Fresh Market had a sale and I purchased five. Thinking that I had any sort of self control.
Silly me.
Later that day, I was surprised I wasn't hungry, when I realized to my disgust that I had eaten FOUR of them! Not my finest.
So to recap that day: Banana and cheerios for breakfast, FOUR Cadburry Eggs for lunch/dinner
It's amazing I've survived this long.

So back to exercising.... I realized that I had to pump up my physical activity if I wanted my weird body to snap back into shape. So I took up my old hobby and decided to run again.
I've never been one of those lucky petite girls. I've always been the tough, contact sports kind of girl. And I like to attribute my extra "thickness" to being kick-ass.
My stomach is still strange, since being pregnant, and every now and then I feel like I might jar something loose. Frightening.
I still feel like I'm punishing myself by running, and force myself to run mile after mile all while chanting "swimsuit season" which terrifies me enough to run a few extra laps.
I thought I might make myself feel better and buy proper (cute) running attire. I bought some running pants that are more of a flare leg that help me look less like a weeble as I run along, but they tend to collect more earth than I would like.
These miles have only recently been getting easier, which is really good since I'm starting to get incredibly bored with it. Do people really get a "runner's high"?? And of course, BJ has to come along and run faster an longer than me his first time out in months.
I'm starting to notice more tone and energy, but over all it seems I'm only exercising to keep my sugar habit. Sigh.