Forward

Things right now are, challenging.  They are nothing I can blog about, which makes it that much worse.  I respect my daughter’s privacy though.  This is her struggle and I won’t tell it for her.

Parenting isn’t always easy.  I don’t always get it right.  Sometimes I wonder if I get it right at all.  There are so many things I second guess myself about.

For the past two years I have been without what had become the best way of dealing with stress that I’ve ever had.  Running became the way that I dealt with so much.  This week, this past few days, I’ve done more to get that back than I did in the last two years.  It couldn’t have come at a better time.

I’ve joined a health club.  I’ve walked around a lake with a friend.  I’ve registered for not one, but two races.  I won’t run all of them.  Heck, I may walk them both.  It doesn’t matter though.

Tonight, when I was stressed.  When I wanted nothing more than to eat, and bury my feelings in food, I got up, bundled up the toddler, straightened the front wheel on the jogging stroller, and walked a couple of miles.  (lungs not a fan of running yet)

The next few weeks, this year, is going to be rough.  Parenting is a tough gig.  This gives me more of the tools I need get through it.  In one piece.