Lost My Fitness . . . But My Life Is Full

Yesterday my oldest son, Zeke, turned five. It seems like just yesterday he was an itty-bitty baby.

The car ride home from the hospital

And now he is this big, happy, smart, handsome boy full of love and smiles. 

I better not blink because he will be be all grown up.

We had his party on Sunday at the new house with family. Given the lack of time to do a time-consuming cake, I asked Zeke (an expert baker, I might add), if he'd like to help with his cake this year. This is what we created.

White cake with rainbow sprinkles for the Autobot side and Devil's Food cake for the Decepticons

I loved the look on his face as he opened his gifts. Such joy and excitement.

It's always a great time when cousins come to visit.

Getting all gangsta in here . . . while Finn stuffs his face.

I wanted to run five miles for his first five years of life, but what do you know, we had our first major snow of the year. (Note: it has snowed on Zeke's birthday 5 out of the last 6 years, including the day of his birth when we had a huge Nor'easter come through in 2007.) I got dressed in my running clothes, determined to venture out in the new city. I didn't even get 100 meters down the road before slipping and sliding in the mess of snow. About half a mile done and I decided there was no way I was going to make it up and down the hills on my route and at that very instant, I went down. Not hard and I caught myself and luckily there was no one around to see my acrobatic trick. But I looped back around, calculated my distance - a measly .92 miles. Ugh...and I was breathing like I was running a 7:30 pace when it actuality it came to a 9:30-something. That was tough. I did another 4.08 when we got back to the old house (we still are sleeping there), to make 5 miles for 5 years. Again...it was tough. One, it was seven at night and I had recently eaten Pad Thai and one or two beers. Oh, and the fact that it's been over two weeks since I ran and over three since I did a long run. I just had to remind myself that it wasn't as tough as the workout I did when Zeke was born (almost 22 hours of labor with zero drugs). 

My brother-in-law also got married on Saturday and I got to dress the boys up in matching outfits that they picked out. Other than Zeke's weird face, there might not be a cuter picture.

We also set up the tree and Zeke was very excited to hang up the stockings on the (non-working) fireplace.

Life is good.