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True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad
In May of 2011, I dismissed class for the last time and began a new chapter in my life, full-time dad. I taught middle school for seven years, but with two kids and a third on the way, I wasn't able to give as much time to teaching as it required, plus I wanted to spend more time with my own kids, instead of someone else's.

My wife and I have been married for nine years. She spends her days (and some nights and weekends) as an OB/GYN, or as my kids like to call it, “catching babies.”

We have three kids. First Born is eight years old, but likes to pretend she’s in college. Our son, Middle Man is five, but we’re convinced by the way he talks about things like “beautiful sunsets” that he’s an old soul, and our youngest, the Blonde Bomber is only three, but already has the attitude of a teenager.

Our kids provide us with an endless amount of stories. Writing and retelling these stories for Indy’s Child has been my part-time job for the past three years.

You can contact me on Facebook at True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad or via email at indyschildpete@gmail.com.

How to NOT train for a Marathon
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How to NOT train for a Marathon

October 04, 2012 | 11:48 AM

Last year I signed up for a marathon.

I ran two previous half marathons in the two years prior, so I knew I could follow a training plan, and stick to it. I had six months to train. It had been months since I last ran so my first training runs were three, four and five mile runs.

Training was going great, I was staying on track with three runs per week, speed, pace, and a long run, but then my marathon training hit a snag on July 21, the day my daughter was born. That morning while I was out on a run, my wife called to tell me she was in labor. I cut my run short and headed to the hospital.

After that, I didn't run for over a month.

In the months that followed I only ran occasionally. When had free time I choose extra sleep over logging more miles.

Finally the day before the race arrived. I had already paid for my race bib when I signed up in May. I didn't want to waste the $50 I spent on an entry fee, but there was no way in hell I could run a full marathon.

I walked into the race expo with my three kids in tow and headed straight to the help desk. I told the lady I was scheduled to run the marathon, but needed to switch to the 5K. With those words I felt like I was handing this lady my dignity and a portion of my manhood. She made a joke about that being quite a setback. I told her I had been a little preoccupied with other more important things in my life. During our conversation, I was holding Maggie in her bucket seat and my two big kids were literally running circles around this lady. At this point she understood and gave a half-hearted apology for her smart ass comment. So 2011 ended up not being my year for a marathon.

Oh well, there's still a couple of months left in 2012, lets see what happens!?!

Happy Parenting!



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