"My mommy is going running"

You know how they say running is 10% physical 90% mental. I am really finding that to be true. The mental part is kicking my ass. As the miles come easier, the more I struggle.

I look at all the other runners and all I see are lean physiques and I feel like an elephant running with a bunch of zebras. My hydration belt I use to carry water on my runs only accentuates my muffin to even more. Making me feel even more out of place. I huff and I puff. I chaff in places I didn't know you could chaff. I finish long after everyone one else.

But I do it. I may say a few choice words but I do it. I lace up my shoes and I go. I trudge. Putting one foot in front of the other. I keep going knowing that the pain is only temporary and that there is an ending out there somewhere. And I do this while exclusively breastfeeding a 6month old who is up 4-5 times during the night.

I am doing this because I want to be a heather person. I do this because there is no "real" reason why I can't. I'm doing this to feel that feeling of accomplishment. I'm doing this to show my girls that with hard work even lofty goals are possible. I do this because I want something that is just mine.

As I was driving away tonight, I heard my 4 yr old little girl say to another little girl "my mommy is going running." Yes your mommy is.

"I may not run far. I may not run fast. But I run. And that makes me a runner." - John Bingham