Okay, here goes: I'm about to start running. If I post this I will have even extra pressure to get my butt out of bed and do this in the morning. I bought a pink iPod shuffle. I have cute shorts. I need to carve out some time just for me and it seems like the morning is going to be it. I hate mornings. I'm not very fond of running, but I know I can do it.
Pre-babies, I played roller derby. For nearly two years, I practiced three-to-four nights a week and was in the best shape of my life since my high school jock days. See below. Totally kick-ass.
And then I had two babies in two years and I think I looked more like this:
And well, I started to diet and lost a ton of baby weight and then some, and I'm feeling pretty good about things in the whole body-image category. Yet. Yet, I'm still feeling a bit out of shape. And maybe I'm hoping a half-hour run every morning will help me to feel free and refreshed to head back home and be a more present, if not a tad sore, mom for the rest of the day. I'll keep you posted.
