I’ve heard it said, “Life is a Marathon, not a sprint.” I agree, that this is true, but any distance runner will tell you there are times when you just have to sprint to get through it. This weekend was my sprint.

Five days as a single parent

• Two snow days
• One holiday
• Two weekend days of subzero temperatures

One semi-regular occurrence of frozen pipes. Not in my house, but in my purview.

Stops at L.L. Bean, Books-A-Million, Walmart (my own personal hell), the farmer’s market, the bank and Toys ‘R Us.

Fifteen meals

Two dogs, 1 cup of semi-sweet chocolate chips.

Four karate classes

Some fun, like an afternoon skiing and tubing, playing some games and making homemade soup and bread.

I DID IT!

And, other than the small stain on the carpet where one dog puked up said chocolate chips, there was no damage done.

Don’t mistake this as complaining per se.  I know I am blessed and that right at this very minute people are running marathons that are far tougher than mine.  I’m just taking a few minutes to celebrate my personal victory.