I’m a little too worried about hills and valleys lately. There are hills where there weren’t before and valleys where there shouldn’t be valleys.
I have heard, “you JUST had twins!” several times. But now they are three months old. Do you understand what that means? It means that I have had to stand in front of my closet for almost 100 days and look for something to put on that doesn’t fit. That’s 100 days in a row that I have been a frustrated woman. And that’s not counting the time that I actually had two babies inside me. Yes, yes, I have needed time to heal, blah, blah blah. But now I want to feel like me again.
This morning after I fed the babies at 5 to 5:45am, I didn’t go back to sleep. I put on my running shoes. They were still all loose-laced from when my feet were swollen and I walked out of a hospital without my babies. I tightened them up and as I tied the bows I was grateful that at least my sneakers fit like they used to.
Pasty eyed and cotton tongued, I took to the street. Breathing in the morning air, I was glad to take the first step toward health. Was it really just a year ago that I was running this road to train for a half marathon? Yes, yes it was. And it will be this street that will help me move mountains (if you know what I mean).
I took these pictures. I made this stuff with my own two hands. I wrote these words. It's just a bunch of craziness, but it's what in this noggin. If you're going to use any of my stuff for your own stuff, just ask me. (I'm sure I'll say yes. I'm nice like that.) And a little linkie love never hurt anyone if you know what I'm sayin;)