I have a two-year old. He is technically supposed to be 22 months (thank prematurity) but however old he is, he is getting terrible. He is soooooooooooooooooo busy I cannot keep up with his naughtiness at times. So today, the day after my mini sprint, I DID NOT WANT to run. But I HAD to run. I needed a shot of the street legal high that makes being a mommy easier. So, I got my almost 3 in while sweating my ass off in 20 mph winds that wouldn't even let the jog stroller's canopy stay down. (Running into those on the way home...ugh.)
But when I was done, I felt better and even rehydrated with water (and a glass...or two...of wine) Mommy all better.
I understand.....thank God for Running....can you seriously imagine how much wine we would drink coping with mommy stuff if we didn't run, lol!
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