Well, it has begun. I got up and ran this morning. As I was doing it (or trying to do it), I was amazed that it was, at one time, as much a part of my daily life as eating or sleeping. It felt more like dying. I'm not Rocky yet. Not even Mickey. Maybe Paulie. Stay tuned...
The countdown to the countdown starts today. In 7 days, it will be 3 months until I turn 30. I decided a couple of months ago that I would start my 30s in really good shape. Knowing that I'd have a baby in August, I decided to wait until 3 months before turning 30 to start the training. That's a week from today. And I'm doing it - no backing down. I've thought about chronicling my journey from 20-hood to 30-dom, and from slob to machine, but I barely have time to make the journey, much less document or dramatize it.
In honor of this, and to get me and all of you in the mood for the coming months, watch this scene from Rocky II. I love it. Notice how, toward the end, Rocky goes from enjoying all of the kids running behind him, to being absolutely terrified...
(yes, this clip is from the mexican or italian version)
This one is a big deal...Sam slept in his "big boy" bed for the first time last night. He's taken a couple of naps in it, but this was our first try at getting him to sleep all night in it. And he did great! This morning, he woke up and just sat there talking. We're really proud of Sam for being such a fun kid. He could have gotten upset about having to share us with his baby brother, but he's been nothing but happy and really funny.