A lot has changed since 2007. Hashtags were still that strange thing on the phone (a pound sign? Pound what, exactly?) that no one really knew what it was for, the iPhone was still just a twinkle in Steve Jobs' eye, and blogs were just starting to be known for an online journal instead of someone who mispronounced those shoes that Dutch people wore. Blogging was simpler: something happened to someone, that same person typed it on a keyboard, it was published on the interwebs, and that was that. Hopefully there was some entertainment value, but lets be honest...not always.
Fast forward 8 years and things have changed. People have personal brands, opinions, and countless ways to count impressions. Now that I am getting back to blogging on the regular (having taken most of 2014 off) I can't help but wonder if my "aww shucks, this is just my life" style of writing is a thing of the past. Am I clinging to my AOL email address while the blogging revolution passes me by? (I just love that 'you've got mail' sooo much. Makes me think of Meg Ryan.) Where does my blog belong?
To be clear, I don't see anything wrong with the healthy living blogger shift. Sponsored posts and giveaways certainly fill a niche. In fact, some of the most popular blogs that I know of are healthy living blogs - quick to dispense information, and advice, and the all to frequent product review on a wide range of topics. Some well thought out and knowledgeable, and some....well...are not.
The question I keep coming back to in my head is: Should I keep on keeping on? While I write more for me than for others (sorry), should I change my blog to have 12 sponsored banners on the sides with guest posts and sponsored posts thrown in more frequently than not? Ultimately, the answer I always come back to is not changing. This corner of the internet is my life story. Not my running story, or my dad story, or my which chocolate energy gels works best story. So, look forward to more of the same. Hopefully, a lot more boring stuff. And seriously, you call that noise music? Get off my lawn.
After that missive, I would be remiss if I didn't post a quick update on my weekend and my running. Simply put, this weekend was exhausting, amazing, and one of the better weekends in recent memory.
My son started soccer which essentially consists of five minutes of twenty 4-6 year olds kicking a ball and 55 minutes of that same herd chasing after 20 separate soccer balls. It is as adorable as you imagine it being. The class he signed up for isn't a ton of actual soccer matches I don't think but instead teaches more fundamentals. The plus side is that I haven't taken a soccerball to the crotch yet while practicing, but I assume that is right around the corner.
The highlight of the weekend was watching monster trucks. Simply put, I have to think that this was the highlight of his year so far. They were VERY loud (even for me), so in spite of being scared at times he loved watching the seemingly larger than life trucks fly through the air. Oh, and watch them do backflips. A truck. Doing backflips. Insane.
This is what I get now when I tell my son "at least look like you're happy!" after a series of bad pics
Like I mentioned before, I've been a single dad for 2.5 years or so. Up until recently, I've worked my running schedule around the 50% of the time that I have my son. That involves plenty of night runs, noon time runs, and often front loading or back loading my miles in the week. It is tough, but I work through it. No excuses.
Recently however, I've started to hire a babysitter once a month so that I can get in a 16-20 mile run w/out pushing the running stroller. The reality is that pushing the stroller for much further than 8 miles really messes with my legs and makes me get very cranky.
This past weekend I was going to do 18 miles but instead I did 12. No really GOOD reason why I dropped those miles, but I think part of it is that I no longer have a spring marathon on the books (I don't think). More to come on that later this week.....
"Pleeeeeese daddy can I play my iPad while you are running!?!?!?!"
(Just go ahead and ignore my lime green underwear here...)