Let me preface this by saying I love my children. Each one. But…having baby #3 threw me for a loop. Before him I found joy in running. Since having him it has been so much harder to find time to run. Now I am getting back into it (he is almost two), but my legs feel like lead balloons, my shirt keeps riding up, and the music on my iPod is over two years old. I know once I get there the joy will be back. In the meantime to keep me motivated I committed to running a 5k-on halloween no less. The race is called “frightening 5k.” I am not sure who it will be more frightening for. Me? Or the people who will have to witness me bopping my head to my iPod, playing the air drums, and applying my much needed Respiratory Blend.