How old is your daughter? I found it was next to impossible to find time to exercise for about the first year. Now my son is almost 2, I am back to running 4-6 days per week. You need to find a schedule that works for you. Here’s mine:

8-5: work 5-6: commute or make dinner (my wife and I alternate for when I commute) 6-7: Run with son in stroller, dog trailing behind 7: Eat dinner

My wife exercises either when he naps during the day or when I run with him. Now when he sees me come in, he asks me to run with him, so I’ll try to keep this going as long as he likes it. On weekends it’s generally different, and I get off every other Friday. (9/80 schedule)

We’re in the exact same boat. My uncle passed a few years back. My wedding was a couple years earlier, and I forced him to be in a family portrait less than a year before he died. I’m grateful we have these.

It’s like when I hear Discover card advertise that you’re not responsible for unauthorized purchases. That’s also federal law, not a feature.

Man, if I heard or figured this out before the GRE, I would have aced that math portion.

I’m a pretty far left democrat who hates Biden. Three of my best friends are Trump supporters. No reason politics has to define your relationships.

I prepped for my first race with c25k while taking my dog with. Started with muy dog always running faster, and ended with me pulling the dog by the last week. Pulling him meant we always went his pace, so my training runs were 35 min 5k’s at fastest. I felt like I might be able to go a bit faster, but wasn’t sure.

I got to the race, and it was a small race with about 250-300 people, but it felt huge to me. I got into the spot for an 11 minute mile pace, feeling pretty good. We started out, and it was a weird feeling that everyone was out there running, almost as fast as I was. I needed to pass a few people immediately though, which was also weird because I didn’t expect people to literally walk.

Maybe 2 people passed me the entire race. I passed maybe 30 people, it felt like so many. I started at 11 minute mile pace, and hit negative splits for every mile. I had to pass so many people. It felt like I was constantly weaving through people.

I felt great until the last half mile, where the final hill made me feel like I would die, but I made myself push through it. Finished at 29:59, a huge PR and a victory. I was so proud of that. I’ve run plenty faster since then, but that was still the best I’ve felt after a race.

In grade school I was out the day they did the mile run, so the next gym class, I had to run a mile while the rest of the class watched me. It was humiliating. I finished struggling terribly in 12:50. So in this race, I completed 2 miles longer with each mile well faster than my younger self. It felt like a redemption, only 20 some years later.

The line for the post-race cake pops was forever long, so we just left without them. It was mother’s day and we had a brunch later that day. As an aside, my favorite race was the same one the following year. I finished in 55 minutes walking with my mom.