I am officially the loser!

I did something today, something out of the ordinary for me... I went jogging.

Worse yet, I let Wes time me...for fun. Ok, it really wasn't for fun, it was out of guilt. You see, I managed to skip out on last weeks big race between Wes and the kids (including Sarah, our niece from Oklahoma). I stayed at home in the a/c... where it was safe. But my kids were very disappointed when they got home and I was still in my recliner watching reality shows. Gosh, they can make you feel lazy when they want to!

So, as I promised, I went today. It was as horrible as I anticipated. First of all let me just say, it is July in Texas. It's HOT! Plus, it had just rained so now add STEAMY!

I started off at a good pace but quickly found that my lung capacity wasn't quite where it used to be. I used to be runner for goodness sake. I was on the track team all through school. I ran as an ELECTIVE in high school!!!! It was a joy of mine. What happened??????

I'll tell you what happened... 5 kids is what happened! And maybe a few nights of late night snacking... ok, a lot of nights of late night snacking but in my defense... I have children and sometimes you just have to eat to stop yourself from crying and thinking about the good-ol' days!

As I made my way up this HUGE hill my sweet 8 year-old daughter, Kennedy, was passing me and talking to me. TALKING. I looked at her with her pencil legs and flat-soled Keds tennis shoes and thought, "Where does this child get her lung capacity? Why am I seeing spots? Why can't I feel my legs anymore?"

I started thinking that I should probably just quit. After all, my children need me, who will teach them the ways of the world? I can't leave them with their father... he doesn't even feed them when I am gone!

My breathing is getting worse. I hear wheezing. Somebody help me. I think I may be dying... where is McDreamy and his CPR when I need him?

I could see my daughter at the finish line waiting for me. She wasn't even breathing heavy. I wanted to yell things at her in frustration...

Show-off!

pencil-leg- punk!

I never should have had you or your siblings!

loser!

But... I couldn't get the words to come out over my heavy breathing. Plus, that just isn't nice.

Finally, I made it... I tagged the mailbox. I was last!! It took me 16:41 to do 1.25 miles. Let's not do the math on that one. But, I was ALIVE and still standing (and not on my way to the emergency room like I anticipated 10 minutes prior).

Jake, McLaine and Andie already left to go home! They didn't even stay to cheer me on or offer me water or a twinkie.

I think they will clean the upstairs tomorrow...