Galentine’s Day Fun Run vs. the Ultrarunner
Life as a very content stay-at-home mom and wife continues. Ashley is in the full-on “into everything” toddler stage. She can confidently refer to me as mumzzzz (it’s adorable), Bubs as Dada , and has finally mastered Sissa and Bobba for her older siblings. She recognizes the dogs and insists on holding their leashes when we walk them every day. I get to be a classroom mom instead of a teacher. I get to go on field trips and think things like, “Yeah, that’s your problem,” instead of being the focal point of every near-catastrophe. Life is pretty good here. So, naturally, my older sister Jenn has decided that we should all run the Austin half-marathon on February 14. And I agreed, because Jenn is the older sister. When she announces a harebrained scheme, Jess and I immediately regress to childhood and go along with it. I’m pretty sure this is how we ended up smuggling a puppy into our house when I was eight and Jenn was ten, with Jess small enough to sneak herself and the dog under a...