Here at the Bishop house, we've been getting in trouble lately.

Then there's my trouble making... I was very excited to go out for a trail run the other day. It was to be my first day back on the trails since a few weeks before baby's birth, and I was ready to go! With Jeremiah's advice, I made a plan to walk to the trails, then hold back with an easy 30-minute jog, and walk home. My brother Josh would join me to see the secret back-route from one park to the other, and keep an eye on me. 

We walked briskly to the park, began jogging up a cinder path toward the trails, crossed through a game of frisbee golf as quick as we could (don't mess with those guys or they'll break out some creepy dungeons and dragons moves on you) and were about to step foot onto the beaten trail. I was elated! I think I held my head up higher, proud of my rebound from oh-so-pregnant to actually running again, and doing it in my skinny shorts too! Reality struck me down from this cloud in an instant - the instant I planted my first foot on the trail, the following foot found a string of barbed wire, hidden by some leaves, and I wrecked like I hadn't wrecked in years! Before I knew it, I was flying through the air. As Josh later put it, I hit the deck "like she was sliding for home plate!" The impact was spread out between my elbows, palms and knees, and as Josh recalled to Jeremiah, "it's amazing that she didn't bust her face up, too!"

It was amazing. And so, I was reminded yet again to appreciate each day that I'm able to go outside and enjoy the world in good health and great spirits!

I feel great to get out and really move again. Now I'm in the market for a jogging stroller so I can get out for a run even when Jeremiah is away. Any suggestions?

:) Erin