The Half Ass Bad Ass. I sat at my desk at work, manically refreshing my web browser until suddenly, there it was. Last week was the first week there was no Blog Day. In a world where thigh gaps are given more praise than powerful quads and wedding dresses. The mental struggle of my first half marathon.

Zero That is the number of the sperm count. The cause of zero is yet unknown. Is there a blockage or does my husband simply not produce any sperm at all? The blood test that was done this Morning will hopefully tell us. My husband is trying to be positive. I can think nothing but the worst.

The day after my epic coming of the rails run, I had a 14 miler to do. I planned this one a little better as I knew that the whole point of this run was to run on tired legs. It was still hotter than Hell, but I was determined to make it a good run. 8211; I wear mine on my running belt. 8211; one of front of the vest and one on back.

Time to Slow Down! The Day has Come. Time to Slow Down! The Day has Come. Falling in Love with Myself. On my journey to true happiness, I realize that self-love is the only way to truly be happy! For as long as I can remember I have wanted to teach. I love being around children. Helping them grow and learn is a passion of mine. After having Quinn all I want to do is stay .