This morning was a bit of a mishmash as my life usually is. I chose to use my traffic on Facebook today to inspire, and pad out this post. Because to be completely honest… I’m seriously busy, but I still love my blog.
I awoke to my two year old bouncing happily on top of me, her face stuck right to my back “I want to hoooooooooooooooooooold you Mommy! hooooooooooooooold yoooooooou!” She yanked my hair, and went for a horsey ride. I was too groggy to fight back against the onslaught of all this youthful energy.
So I did what any sensible Mother would do… I woke up, and I went for a run.
I felt unable to leave Ava to the devices of my two hellions at home, now in full regalia, Emma in her diaper only, and Sarah carrying a purse, wearing a track suit, and asking anyone who would listen: “Do I look like Napoleon Dynamite?”
Ava went along. I packed her in the jogging stroller, and we ran like our lives depended on it. my husband stayed home to wrastle the herd.
I will take this moment to say, I love running! I’ve lost weight, felt better about myself, and overall, I love the built in alone time!
So, in the interests of keeping this weight loss up, despite the lack of energy, and the difficulty of pushing a jogging stroller full of baby pudge up the hill, I did it! I felt discouraged despite myself, because this should have been an easy run, I had motivation (Emma’s jumping) experience (I’ve run this route before many times) and good reasons (health, marathon, alone time.) But it was somehow difficult. The only things that kept me going?
- I must get healthy, I must stay healthy, I must get healthy, I must stay healthy.
- If I wanna run a marathon, how can I justify quitting after one mile?
- Crap, everyone will see on Facebook that I only ran one mile.
“Look at these crayons! they were WHOLE crayons an hour ago, even a HALF hour ago! Now they’re in pieces! Our kids are like little locusts!”
The definition of Locusts: Insects that swarm throughout an area, leaving only destruction.
Yep. Those are my kids.