Well, this is awkward...

Apparently, after running a 5K in the snow, and then getting all whiny and neurotic about the fact that people are judging me at the gym, I...fell off the face of the earth.

Well, really I fell a little off the healthy eating and exercise bandwagon. And by "fell a little" I mean I did a gazelle leap and a double pirouette into the land of sloth and Fritos. It wasn't pretty, and in retrospect, it hasn't even been that much fun. I lie. It has been most excellent. I fell so deeply down the rabbit hole of bad habits that the other day, I went to McDonald's for breakfast, and managed to FORGET that I had gone to McDonald's for breakfast before I even got home. Twenty minutes later my phone rang and I found a surprise Sausage Biscuit in my purse and it was as if the heavens had opened up and Jesus himself gave me a puppy that never needed walking or something.

But in the midst of all that falling, I've had moments of almost-greatness. Near mediocrity, maybe. To whit:

• I ran a Mother's Day 5K. I think that this race is going to become one of my yearly races, because I love the route, and I really love that it's the only race I've ever done by myself. (Two years in a row, at that! Look at me, being all independent and brave and stuff!) 

• I ran a Glow Run with my friend R. Well, okay, I walked. In my defense, my race partner was 7+ months pregnant, and also, I do what I want! 

• I signed up for a half marathon. Clearly, I suffered some sort of psychotic break, but, yeah. April Fool's Half in Atlantic City, here I come! 

• I signed up for the lottery for the Falmouth Road Race in August. I signed up, and I got denied. For the two weeks between sign up and the lottery drawing, I adamantly insisted that I did NOT want to get chosen, no ma'am. Nope. Seven hilly miles in August on Cape Cod? NO THANK YOU. And then I got the "we did not choose you" email and I cried. 

So now, mid July, and I've got a half marathon in something like 8 months and I am not even a little bit ready. I also have promised my friend K (who gallantly waited for me in the snow at the St. Paddy's Day 5K) that I would do a 10K with him and another coworker in November, so, you know, I need to get on that. I joked on twitter the other day that I should have named this blog "Undertraining and Overeating" and now it's time for me to stop living up to that name, and start doing the work to ensure I don't die on the boardwalk.