4 Years in the Making

4 years ago today I married my husband Tim. I couldn't have imagined being this happy as a little girl.
Everyone always said they dreamed about what their wedding would be like or their dress. I wasn't one of those girls. I always felt that the person I chose to spend my life with would be more important than all of those things. I have to say I was right!

He is right for me in so many ways I couldn't possibly name them all. Maybe I will name a few in hopes that I will earn some brownie points.

A few years ago I was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS). My doctor did not feel we would have any issues with regards to getting pregnant. However, the easy route is typically not the road that I have the opportunity to travel. He has been very supportive through all the tests, decisions, and let downs. I know in my heart I would not have this support from anyone else.

There are some days that are just awful. You know the ones where nothing goes right, at least how you think it should go. Those days are miserable to get through. I walk in the door and I have flowers sitting on the counter and his arms waiting to hold me. It's enough to put a smile on my face and allows me to put the day behind me.

Honestly, I think my favorite attribute about my husband is the fact that no matter the situation he can almost always make me laugh or smile. He has brought me through too many situations with a joke or a stupid comment, situations or memories that I could have easily cried through. He reminds me that no matter how bad I think a situation is there is always a silver-lining even if we can't see it or if it seems out-of- reach.

I thank God everyday that he has blessed me with such a wonderful man. My life would not be complete without such an integral piece of the puzzle.

Spring Training

I think I may have taken on more than I can handle. My sister recently sent me a picture of my niece and nephew passed out in the jogging stroller after a two mile run. (Aren't they adorable?) I then proceed to ask if she is training for something. She informs me that she is running a half marathon and asks if I would run with her.  So many thoughts run through my head but the one that makes it out is, "Sure. Let me see if I can run two miles without dying." 

To my surprise I did run 2 miles without dying Friday morning and another 2 miles Saturday morning. I ran much slower than I anticipated but I guess that was to be expected. The only hiccup I ran into, (pun intended) was a minor blister on my toe because of my shoes. I switched them out and Saturdays run was perfect.

I only have 12 weeks to train for those unforgiving 13.1 miles so naturally I started training immediately. Today marks the first full week of training and I will run a total of 7.5 miles.  I couldn't even tell you the last time I ran 2 miles before last week let alone 7. Oh well all in good time.

I did tell myself I would be in running shape for this years Thanksgiving Day Race so this is a good way to prepare myself.

Wake Up Call

I love working out in the mornings! I make better choices throughout the day and I have time to sit and relax in the evening. The only problem is dragging myself out of bed.

I was in a great habit about 6 months ago of getting up but something happened and my routine changed. I can't pinpoint what exactly but here I am hitting the snooze button 15 times before I actually get up. I barely have enough time to shower, get dressed, and get to work on time let alone exercise.

A few days ago I had an epiphany! Move your alarm clock so you get your lazy butt out of bed. I mentioned this to hubs to see how he felt about it. He was not as enthusiastic as I was about the idea. I couldn't possibly understand why not. The logic made perfect sense to me. If i had to get up to turn the annoying beep off then I would already be up and it would be downright silly to go back to bed.

While the hubs was out last night I decided to move my alarm clock anyway! I put it on his dresser which is across the room for me. He didn't even notice it when he walked into the bedroom, mission accomplished. I set my alarm clock to wake me up with enough time to exercise and still get ready for work. It was amazing. I got up walked over turned it off and went straight to the bathroom to change.  I had broken past my will to sleep. I do enjoy a good sleep but I like the feeling of accomplishing something before I even start my work day.

I don't think he was very annoyed because he probably slept better without the beeps every 5 minutes. Score: 1 for me and alarm clock 0. Let's see if I can do it again tomorrow.

Progress

I have been tinkering with the idea of starting a blog for a few months. Scratch that. I started a blog a few months ago but then deleted it. I wasn't sure about the idea of posting my thoughts online for the world to see. As a matter of fact I'm still not. 

I took this leap again because I have always enjoyed writing. I may not be the best writer but I write what I feel. I typically use writing as a coping mechanism. I find myself writing poetry when I am emotional. It has pulled me through some very trying times.

My main intention with this blog is to find a way to express and improve myself. Hence the name WorkSchapp. I like to think of life and myself as a work in progress. I am not perfect and probably never will be but the idea of improving and becoming better is very appealing and I am sure my husband wouldn't mind that either!