I came across the blog of a very funny woman today. Of course, now that I am going to write about it, I have no idea which blog it was. But, she picked up running. I had to laugh because she ran a half-marathon several years ago. Just like me. And just like me, she ran and ran and ran, until she thought she was going to pass out. Just like me! I did a half marathon because I thought it would be a good thing to do when I turned 25. I hated almost every moment of my training. Now, I know that for runners out there, that is probably an almost sacriligeous statement. But I didn't have any moment where I got past the pain and said, "Wow, I love this. This is such a stress relief!" The funniest thing, is that this woman said she gained 7 lbs. during her training and her measurements didn't even change! Just like me! I laughed so hard when I saw that, because I ran probably 40-50 miles a week at my peak. I thought I was going to shed pounds like crazy. And then, to my horror, the scale went the other way up. Oh well. Later I found out I was acutally pregnant when I ran the half marathon and didn't know it. So the scale went way up, as in 60lbs. Then I read her post about how she gained 25 lbs. over the course of her adoption. That was a surprise. Apparently, this happens to many women waiting for their children to come home. Not a side effect of waiting that I was anticipating. But, I guess I can see how it happens. My full time hobby has been surfing the net for African adoption related information, and waiting for emails from lawyers, and people who have been so graciously willing to help. So, in honor of preventing 25 lbs. of adoption baby weight, my goal is to lose 10. (Well, acutally it's my doctor's goal too. I am not technically overweight, but I am, according to BMI calculations, pushing the last decimal point to be classified overweight!)Plus, everyone seems to agree that once you hit 30, apparently your body freaks out and sort of becomes alien to you. I technically still have a year, but who wants to risk it?