Disclaimer.

So this is my third or fourth try at blogging and I'm not even sure what my angle is here. I don't know if my goal is for anyone to read this or for everyone to read this, but I'm 4 weeks into learning that I have a stress fracture in my hip and I have a lot of time suddenly and a lot of words sort of stuck in my head and bouncing around....even worse, I have all these ideas that I can't work out on the road running. So here it is. Maybe the 4th time will be a charm and this blog will stick and work and give me a place for all these words and thoughts and feelings and ideas to shake out and into something.

This is a blog about a lot of things so that is why I feel compelled to march in here and start out with a bossy disclaimer. Hopefully this blog is about everything and nothing and all the little things that add up to the big. My true passions in life are my family and friends, running and training, and sometimes baking and shopping. My best guess is that this little blog of mine revolves around those topics with some heavy running obsessing. I am not a coach or professional athlete, although I sometimes confuse myself with an aspiring olympian. I am a regular mom and person trying my best. I'm writing this blog to honor these things in my life-- to reflect on them, and hopefully to become a better writer and person.

While we're talking about writing and word choice, I'm going to put this out there on day one. In my past life I was an English teacher, but there are going to be times when I'm writing this blog, feeding my three kids, fighting with my husband about my credit card bill, and watching my real housewives so please bear with me if you notice any spelling or grammatical errors. And, there is no way I can keep a blog that is swear-word free-- this is not a blog for your kids. It's a blog for you and me, my friend. I need a little oomph sometimes and the way I make that happen is with my all time favorite curse words. I'll take the sting away right now and rip the band-aid off: my favorite swear words are fuck, bitch, and asshole. I like to toss these around when I make a mistake in the kitchen, a mistake in my life, or when I'm talking about someone or something I have strong feelings about (like my fucking stress fracture). I'm so sorry if this is offensive to you-- the beauty of a blog is that you can snap this inappropriateness off right now and never come back. But sometimes an exclamation point just isn't enough for me. Last night I made these butter cookies and honestly they were a real fucking pain in the ass. If I told you they were tricky with an exclamation point, you might think I was being cute, but telling you the truth right off the bat might save you a lot of time and energy.

So that's it. I am so grateful that you are here now and even reading this. I'm not sure where this blog will take me and maybe it will all boil down to just a training log and recipe collection, but deep down, I hope it's something more. I truly hope that it's a real place for me to learn and grow and share. Merry everything and happy always to you, my friends.

Love, Jenn