I went running outside last Saturday and as I was leaving the house Mike said, "You look like Hancock!" He was totally right! You may remember from this post, this post, this post, this post, this post and this post that I've said before I am a Forrest Gump runner. Well now I think I may be a Hancock runner.
If only I could run like Hancock. Alas, my running style more closely resembles Izzie Mandelbaum:
If only I could run like Hancock. Alas, my running style more closely resembles Izzie Mandelbaum: Even running as slow as Izzie, I was proud of myself for dragging my thunder-thighs out on a VERY public street. I pulled my hat way down & told myself no one could tell who I was. After a very long time, I stumbled up this wee little hill--more of an incline, really--and staggered into my car and thought, "HOW AM I GOING TO DO A HALF MARATHON IN 8 WEEKS???" I'm an idiot. Heaven help me. "Run, Crystal Run!" (said in Forrest-esque voice)
On another note, I've been uncharacteristically unproductive lately; I just kind of stumble through my day in a daze of survival. My to-do list doesn't get one thing checked off and my structure feels...well, just off. I'm really going to strive to get back on my game this week. I was thinking today how I need to be blogging more consistently. I view my blog primarily as a journal & documentation of my family's life, yet I only write once a week. That's no good. So my goal is to post daily for a month and see if that gets me in the habit. I like looking back and seeing the little day-to-day details that make my life mine. Details like this:
Isabelle reading to Jack. (Or Baby Joe, depending on who you are in the house.)
Mimi making Baby laugh with her silly dances.
Max & Jack, chillin'.
Baby fell asleep while Mimi & I were doing school.
Jack's cute little button-nose profile.
First solid food!

Baby fell asleep while Mimi & I were doing school.
Jack's cute little button-nose profile.
First solid food!
Mimi modeling her long "dog ears."
That's what we call pigtails in our house.
Goodnight.
Sleep tight, everyone.
That's what we call pigtails in our house.
Goodnight.
Sleep tight, everyone.

