Runner

I am getting fit.

Fit as in:

• my pre kid jeans, the HOT ones, fit. 
• I can finally pull of skinny jeans and not look like a square in them.  Mostly.
• I can comfortably run 6 miles, 4 days a week, at a decent pace…ran a 10K in 48 minutes just 3 days ago.  Woot.
• I have a 6 pack, true story, just wish my belly that once hosted 3 babies would let it show.  I know it is there, that is all that matters (to me anyway).
• I have thunder thighs.  Good thunder thighs.  Ones that are muscular, and strong, and scream – this girl runs marathons.
• And for the first time, ever, I have definition in my biceps. 

So this may sound like a brag-fest, but given the roles of wife, mama of 3, graduate school student, night shift RN, and now some time this year marathoner…I’m in a good place.

And I do this, not to look good – though perhaps it is an added bonus for my Mr., but to assure that I can do everything in my power to be here, for them.

And then grandkids, and great grand kids.

And to grow old, (and more wrinkly) with him.

Life is good.