But really, I was.
My (now) husband was courting me. I went along with it. I courted back. It just so happened that he liked a good margarita shaker, and I liked a good margarita shaker. He liked lounging in the sunshine for hours, and I liked lounging. He liked running, and I ... did not. But I pretended for awhile. I pretended so well that I got myself signed up for races, like with other people, who like, run and stuff.
There was the aptly named "Bolder Boulder" in my college town of Boulder, CO:
Being that it was a 5K, I thought it was okay. I tried another. There was the scenic and hill-acious La Jolla Half Marathon here at home:
And it.was.hard. It kicked my butt. But, there was a beer garden at the finish line so ... I kept running. 2 hours later, I had a coldie.
So I tried another crazy-ass one. Those military folks, they know how to lay out some cruel and unusual punishment.
I give you, The Mud Run:
There was another half marathon in there too somewhere, but then, it hit me. I don't like running. So, I stopped. And I took up a new hobby called: gestating, and birthing, and feeding, and wiping, and hugging, and rocking, and loving.
I also took up a little hobby called: wine.
And now, damn, I think I need a new hobby because that old girl looked a little stronger than this new mama. And although I gave up beef and pork last May (really proud of that BTW), it's not quite enough.
But how does a working Mommy fit it all in? Gym at 5:00am? Ugh. I dunno. I guess I'll ponder it on my
2nd, 3rd, 4th glass of wine...
Any ideas on how to make it all work?