One In The Same

Well I sit here before you glistening and glowing. The glisten is the sweat dripping off my forehead and the glow is my beat red face. You see I just got home from my first run of the year! I did three miles pushing the double long stretch limo stroller, two adorable rug rats, and breakfast for all! Mothers are so good at the multi tasking thing. Now I am beginning to sound like my husband....Complimenting myself. "Good run honey!" "Well thank you self!" "No really your the best!" "Oh stop it I am blushing!" "Oh hi..." I forgot you were still there. Ok back to my story. So as I am running I am dreading every next step. Setting small goals for myself. Ok make it to the curve in the road, ok make it to that next rock, ok make it to the park, ok two more steps, and on and on every last tortures minute. Then of course when I see someone coming I pick up the pace so everyone thinks I am an extreme runner. I imagine in my head how they are thinking "wow look at that girl run, and she is pushing that big stroller, and look how cute her kids are, I wish I could be like her" Your right that is probably not what they are thinking but it sounded good in my head. I give them a big smile and a hello while trying not to sound totally deflated and out of breath. After all an extreme runner would never be out of breath. Then I think I should get a real great matching outfit so people will say "wow look at the girl, she is such a great runner and look at that awesome outfit, boy can she ever accessorize!" So then I pass them and return back to my snail pace and gasp for air. Image is everything right? So finally I come to the end of my excruciating run and I get in my car to drive home. I am quite proud of myself on the way home and tried to pat myself on the back but I pulled a muscle during the attempt. Ok forget the pat on the back, instead I look in the mirror and say "you are good enough, you are strong enough, you are smart enough, and gull darn it people like you!" then I look up and dodge the cat running across the street. I recover from that ok, well better then the cat anyway, his tail will never be the same again. Ok focus on the road, almost home. Now that I have that horrible exercise thing behind me, I have come to one conclusion, exercise is like sex. You could think of about 100 better things to do, you have to force yourself off the couch, you set small goals for yourself, and you look forward to the end, but after it is all over you think wow that was not so bad, maybe even fun, and I actually look forward to doing it again someday....Maybe next month!