Running

Chris and I started running three weeks ago and its sort of been really rad. I never really want to get up (5:30am comes super early) but I feel pretty good once I get started. And boy, do I feel awesome after its over. I actually used to purpose run all of the time. That was a lifetime ago. 11 years ago. A marriage ago. Three babies ago. My body is extremely different and this go around, its harder to run than I remember it being. BUT, it is slowly coming back to me. I am remembering what it actually felt like to have that runners feeling. The sweat is good, the burn is good. I am starting to feel a part of my self that I lost a long time ago. A part that I have really missed.

Bryson and MK had field day yesterday. I love how my son smiles at me when he is running. He is getting to that age where he doesn't want to call me "momma" in public and most certainly doesn't want me to show him ANY type of affection in front of anyone. Whatever. MK still loves me. Publically.