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I'm about to have a mucking good time!

As all good parents know, sometimes you have to do things on your own, take a little time for yourself. I'm carving out time for myself each morning by becoming a runner. I'm training myself up to a 5K, which I should be able to do by the time my family and I head to the Outer Banks in mid-July.
I enjoy the time to myself, having a true-blue hobby all my own and getting fit (a state of being I haven't experienced since college, when I shirked studying for playing lots and lots and lots of basketball). I've lost almost 50 pounds here, people!
But my racing career begins tomorrow with a truly and amazingly stupid thing, the Mudathlon, a 3-mile jaunt through woods and creeks and mud pits and lakes (with 40 obstacles to climb over and through to boot). I'll be running with Team Village Idiots out of Georgetown, Ky., a group made up of my sister and her husband and a few of their friends. The Mudathlon should be exhausting ... and a whole lot of fun. I should have a mucking good time, actually.
Here's the website if you want to check it out: http://www.mudathlon.com/
My new running fixation has gotten me through a few tough weeks lately because, let me tell you, spending an entire day in the company of a toddler is much harder than actually taking care of the toddler. Having a little time to myself (and having these previously unthinkable goals for myself) is a very good thing, indeed.

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