How is it so incredibly hard to get started? I don't know, but it is.
I finally convince myself - remembering all of my reasons.
I put on my sports bra. I pull back my hair. I gather shoes and sweaters and snacks for the girls.
Finally, with my heart pounding, I say, "I am so impressed that you are pushing that stroller against the wind." He replies with a sly - but handsome - smile, "It isn't that hard to push it when I'm running at your pace." Yes, he DID say that.
Afterward, I feel good. My muscles are loose. My heart is happy.
I don't ever want to forget how it feels to be healthy.
P.S. Note my "crawl-away" baby in the picture to the left. Right after Tim snapped that photo, I turned around and snatched her up because - seriously - sometimes people drive crazy fast through our neighborhood.
How do you stay fit? Do you exercise solo or with your family/friends?