Short answer. I don't know. I have no idea why you might be interested in the ramblings of a 30 year old mom of two young girls who likes to call herself a runner.
In fact, not only do I have no idea why you would want to read this, but I don't even know why I am writing this. Except that I like to talk about running more than the people around me like to listen to me talk about running. I have converted a few poor souls to the dark side over the years, my mom and my husband are two of my personal favorite converts. But other than them most of my friends just tolerate my incessant runspeak with a blank stare, a half hearted grin and a nod of the head.
No, salty sweating, swarms of mosquitos attacking you during a quick pee break on a long run, chafing in places you never quite expected, and other tales from the trails don't usually make much sense to them. And the question "why don't you just run a shorter marathon?" is never satisfactorily answered to my non-running pals.
So here I begin. Perhaps I'll find a few of you out there who share my running sentiments. Or maybe this blog will forever be lost in the vast abyss of bloggdom. But either way, I'll have gotten in my little running talk fix and my friends will be forever grateful.
Oh and P.S. you'll probably also have the distinct pleasure of reading about the insanity that only a 3 year old can provide one whom I might add is pretty sure she is in fact the fastest little gurl in da world...well that and a pirate. Aargh Matey!