I’m feeling pulled in two different directions lately. The strongest pull comes from my new baby boy, Colt. I’m so infatuated with him that I don’t want to miss a single moment of his life—at least not any waking moments. The weaker pull that’s still very strong comes from running. Now that pregnancy and childbirth are behind me, there’s nothing to physically prevent me from throwing myself back into running and getting ready to race again, which I miss more than I can say. I haven’t quite yet figured out how to balance the two.