Oh my gosh!  It’s been crazy busy around here with the usual mom stuff and some karate thrown in.

(Good grief the cuteness is paralyzing.  If you’re having a bad day, come over to World Karate and watch Asa practice his side kicks and tiny punches.  I spend the entire half hour class chuckling and chortling and snorting — and giving Asa a thumbs up every now and again when he looks my way.  I hadn’t planned to put Asa in any martial arts classes — I still have flashbacks to some particularly horrible Aikido classes during my first marriage — but Dave Brown, the owner and primary instructor at the karate studio is my running buddy — and just the person you want you child learning things from.  I’d have signed Asa up for jai alai classes if Dave had been teaching.)

I’ve also been coaching my brains out.  I love it.  But I am also having a hard time fitting in my own workouts.  If only sleep were optional.  That’s the hardest bit about training for me — getting enough sleep so I can train like I need to — and be civil.

Right, so I am going to hop on the downhill treadmill Eliot made me and get some running done.  2o miles on the schedule today and some leg and core work.  Whoop!