5K all the way!

Just a little update on my "I like to move it" post. I did it! I ran the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure, Buffalo, NY. I walked a teeny tiny bit, but I did it!
I have also ran the Moonlight Run and the Run for Hope - both 5Ks. I'm not a speed demon, but my goal is to "just keep moving". If I can do it you can do it. I was literally the LAST runner to cross the finish line at the Run for Hope, but I did it. I'm proud of myself. I have a friend who has really taken the running world by storm and has participated in two half marathons and runs other races regularly. She is awesome! She didn't start out a runner, just decided one day she was fed up with her lack of fitness and got out there and started running!
I haven't lost a ton of weight, but have gained tone and muscle. I see a huge different in my body shape and have gone down a pant size. Since my highest weight after our youngest child, I've lost a total of 15 pounds and feel good about that. I know my body and I tend to weigh more than what is "normal" for my height. I'm good with that.
Our dog and I try to get out for regular runs. He enjoys it as much as I do! I recently found a hands-free running leash by Ollie Dog and it's the greatest accessory yet. If you have a pooch for a running partner, I highly recommend it.
Our next run is coming up soon in November and I can't wait! Just get out there and try! You don't have to run. Walk! Just get out there and move your body any way you can! Your life and health depends on it!
I don't focus on the weight loss, I focus on how I feel. I feel great! I feel strong! I feel powerful!

Isn't that everything?

The toilet

My life is spent in front of the toilet. Okay, not really, but with a potty training/trained toddler in the house...it sure feels like it! Constant "I gotta go potty/peepee/poopoo!" with a huge sense of urgency is the catalyst for a race to the toilet, only to beat the toddler there and end up saying, "COME ON! If you gotta go get in here!" because he has inevitably been distracted by something shiny. Or furry. Or with wheels. Or a snack. Or an injustice doled out by the big brother. Or Mickey Mouse. So, we get there and pull off the required clothing...or more than the required clothing. And we sit and wait and hum a song or poke the toilet paper or try to flush the toilet backwards. Aaaand after the main event, get redressed, which I may as well try to dress the cat...wet...in a snowstorm...with a bowl of tuna in front of her. I'd get the same results. And we're off and running. Only to hear shortly thereafter, "I GOTTA GO!" I have become very acquainted with our bathroom floor and bathmat. I can say my toilet base, floor and baseboards have never been cleaner as I take the opportunity to give them a swipe when I'm down there. Carpe diem right?

*sigh* BUT we are well on our way to being a respectful part of society that uses the restroom and not our pants and so...isn't that everything? ;-)