Well people, I am guest posting for Ali today. What to say, what to say…I watched The Chicago Marathon yesterday, what a brutal day to be running a marathon! Beyond that, it got me to thinkin’ about the person I was before I had the babies. “No running, no sit ups.” I will never forget the day the fertility doctor uttered those words to me. With that, the door to one journey closed and another journey lay before me…I have shared tidbits of myself along this blogging path; my obscure fashion background, my long trading career, now it is time for another piece of the puzzle that makes up the Nap Warden. I am, or was a marathon runner. Saying goodbye to running was like leaving a therapist who had seen me through the good and bad times. When I was a trader on the floor, Sep 11 we were sent home, I ran to clear my head. When my fiancé took back the proposal, I ran to find my balance. When Husband and I were having trouble having a baby, until that moment, I ran to keep myself sane. Now, if you have been paying attention to me at all, you know the fertility doctor was a raging success, and I have two beautiful babies who fill my days and nights with laughter and sleep deprivation. I consider myself very lucky. Yesterday, I watched the 30th running of The Chicago Marathon. I routinely watch The New York Marathon (I might run it one day), The Chicago Marathon (I have run many of them), and The Boston Marathon (my dream is to qualify for it). I had been chasing that dream for a good part of a decade, until the fertility doctor hit the brakes on it. The woman who ran marathons is a very different person than the one typing the keyboard today. The keyboardist needs to shed a good 10 lbs, if she hopes to qualify for Boston. The keyboardist needs to find the miracle that is a good night’s sleep, if she hopes to qualify for Boston. The keyboardist needs to actually set aside time for her to run (or invest in a kick **s running stroller), if she hopes to qualify for Boston. So there it is, watching The Chicago Marathon has inspired me to put on my running shoes and try again. I can’t help but wonder, how many of us have let go of dreams along the way? Perhaps you are one of the lucky ones who are living their dream? Without getting to personal, bring it on…what is your dream, are you going for it, should I go for it (the marathon is a long hard road)? If you don’t want to tell me… just give me a shout out so I know you got here! Thanks Ali for letting me guest blog! I’ll see you all back at The Chronicles of a SAHM tomorrow…

BTW, WordPress is smarter than me, I couldn’t figure out how to upload an image to save my life! Bummer, you know how I loves me images, and I had some good ones (yes, I Photoshopped them)!