Tim took this picture of me before a run – no make-up, hair in a ponytail. I put one leg up against the wall.
My 4-year-old said, “I can do that too.” So she did.
She often tells me that when she grows up to be a “b-dult” (“UH-dult,” I enunciate) she is going to run in races…and beat me. I bet she will. She is FAST.
Motherhood is a lot like running. It’s exhausting. It’s exhilarating.
Also? It looks much easier than it actually is.
P.S. If you click on the word “looks,” you’ll see a tiny video clip of our family on one of our runs.
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