Imagine the Potential

Here's a Superbowl ad that NBC decided NOT to air.  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2CaBR3z85c

I know it's for a pro-life campaign but I guess it was too racy for national television.. sheesh!

My Valentine

They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach..  Well, I wouldn't know about that (since I'm not a man), but I can definitely say that's one way to mine.  Let me explain.

Simply put, I have the best husband in the whole world.  Every Sunday, after a long workout, he'll cook me up the best recovery meal.  Here's what he cooked this morning: a tex-mex omelette, brown beans, and rye toast.  YUM!!

My sweet man will also take extra baby shifts whenever I'm feeling exhausted, he'll give me leg massages upon demand, he cooks and cleans, and did I mention that he currently brings home all the bacon since I get a measly EI cheque every 2nd week.  Cha-ching!  

Anyway, this post is dedicated to my valentine.  I didn't want this to turn all mush and I know this is pretty cliche, but I honestly fall in love with him more now that I see him as a father.  

Recovery

That's the main thing that I truly didn't realize the importance of when I embarked upon this IM journey.  Working out is ALL about recovery.  You stress the body, it needs to recover.  Well, gone are the days when I can simply come home from my long run and take a 2 hour power nap.  My last post, I wrote that I was too tired to train.  Yup, that pretty much sums up my life right about now.  I am tired about 90% of the time.  I am lucky if I get 6 hours of sleep a night.  Although, my body is slowly starting to get used to 6 hours (instead of 8+) as the norm.  

Becoming a mom is the most difficult thing I've ever done in my life.  It is also the most rewarding - and you can witness it if you visit my Niblet blog.  Yet to be a happy mom, I need to exercise.  I guess you can call it my vice.  So, I exercise, time permitting.  I just wish I had more time to recover..  Sigh..      

Too

Tired.

To.

Train.