The first time Noah told me that he loved the -ber months, what I saw in my head was "brr." As in cold. Which kinda sorta works, except September isn't always cold, though it definitely falls into the family if you consider the -ber distinction separate and apart from brr.
So today is the first of SeptemBER and it's leaning more toward BRR than was expected, which I appreciate. My friend Lisa just wrote on her blog Mastering the Miles that the sudden absence of humidity has made her runs (and her self-confidence) much more rewarding, which I can relate to.
There was a point a couple weeks ago when I felt like I was running on Polish sausages rather than legs, and Self-Defeating Erin started to chant "FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!" during my workouts. I actually started to tell myself that maybe I was pregnant, because everyone at my office seems to be getting pregnant (no really, three confirmed cases out of just 11 people total) and also because what else could explain my lethargy and bloating?
It turns out of course that I'm not pregnant and had no real reason to believe that I was besides needing an excuse for sucking at exercise.
So in conclusion, we are not trying to have another baby yet, and apparently I need to seek medical help with expunging Self-Defeating Erin from my psyche. Also, this evening I'll be biking the trail for my upcoming sprint-triathlon with a couple of gal pals also doing the race, and Noah (who will be escorting a be-helmeted Ethan in a Copilot Limo.) I'm scared.
Happy autumn everyone!