Are we worse at blogging or running?

Ugghhh. I obviously need to apologize for letting you all down; I know that when we started this blog you probably checked back every day in hopes that there would be another witty update. As days turned into weeks without updates you may have begun to feel hopeless, betrayed, and a little saddened by the fact that we straight up lied to you about all the blog posts we were going to make. Believe me, we feel just as sad as you. 

This is how we feel about our lack of updates. I can't even show my face. So ashamed.
(Special appearances by my lovely cousin Bethany, and my other cousin's girlfriend Andi- betcha can't tell which one is related to us!)

It's been quite a summer; after graduating college in May I immediately started a full time job, which has been awesome but a huge adjustment. I also moved about a month ago and am still attempting to get settled in and back to some normalcy. Becky has had an equally busy summer with work and roommate changes at her apartment. It's a terrible excuse, and I'm well aware that there are people training for the marathon who have way better reasons to slack off on training and fundraising, and yet they don't. But the fact is that here we are seven weeks away from the marathon and neither Becky nor I are feeling super psyched about running 26.2 miles very soon. So part of the reason for this post is some accountability. I really hope a couple people will read this and have the heart to kick us in the butt for being losers at this marathon thing. 

But enough self-shaming. In 49 days Becky and I are going to go for a nice little jog, and we've got a lot of work to do before then. A lot that work involves buckling down on training and really taking advantage of the physical health that we're so blessed to have-- AKA get our butts off the couch and going running. A lot. 

I know that I also have some mental work to do before the race. I committed to running for Special Olympics, and I am working to understand what my physical effort is going to mean for the people who participate in Special Olympics. That part is actually pretty simple. I just think of my brother's face after he makes a sweet shot in a basketball game, or bowls a strike in bowling. If you've never seen David truly excited, you're missing out. He loves Special Olympics, and is fortunate to go to school in a place where it's accessible to him. Becky and I are running to raise money for the program in Chicago, where there are a lot of people who deserve to get just as excited about making a shot in basketball as David does -- even when they miss the shot, as David seems to do without fail (he's still by far the best athlete in the family though).

The other thing we have to do to prepare: actually raise the money to allow people to get super excited about playing basketball, bowling, and even bocce ball-ing. And let's be real, everyone deserves to have the chance to get stoked about bocce ball. It's awesome. Ok, so we need to raise some money. But  Becky and I have some fun ideas to give you a little incentive to donate-- if you really need more incentive than people playing bocce ball (I promise there's more sports in Special Olympics than bocce ball, I just think it's really cool). So I swear and promise that a post on that is coming in the next 24 hours. Please please give us another chance and check back; I don't want to overwhelm you with it right now but I figured you all deserved an apology for our lameness.

The shirt makes it all so real!