Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to workout. To be more exact, I love to run--especially outside. I don't care if it's raining, snowing, freezing or hot as heck--I am outside. Since I have had kids, I've adjusted my game plan for my workouts. I usually always take my kids running with me. I have a Schwinn single and double jogger that I have used the crap out of. So naturally, after I had Makayla, I needed a new stroller, and I got one. The Baby Jogger Summit 360 in red and black--a triple jogger. A freaking expensive stroller that I felt I had to have. I begged and begged my husband for it.
After my c-section, I had to wait 6 weeks before I could even walk a fast clip --Dr.s orders, and I really didn't feel like it either. Then I had to juggle getting three kids out the door--that was more difficult then I thought it would be. So finally I said screw it, and got on the treadmill cause something had to happen. Now that I am regular with my exercise routine it's been easier to take out my stroller, but it's still way easier to get on the treadmill and go. I just don't like it nearly as much.
So Saturday night July, 17th, I felt a little stressed out because I had worked a lot that week. I have also been killing myself trying to lose this weight before I go on vacation in August, and my husband knows that. So as the wonderful person he is, he put the kids to bed for the 4th night in a row so that I could go running. It was an inspirational run in so many ways. I had forgotten almost what it was like to pound the pavement by myself without trying to entertain kids the whole time. I felt so rejuvenated. This is what I wrote when I got back that night:
I took a sunset run along a hilly country road. The scene was beautiful, a vibrant orange and yellow sunset, tall prairie grass blowing in the muggy breeze and fireflies twinkling in the horizon. The cows in the background were calling but their sounds were drowned out by the cicada screeching in the trees. The white "popcorn" flowers, as my kids call them, densely line each side of the road. A rushing stream near by added to the ambiance of the evening. In this quiet hour in the "country" I am able to reflect on my life. I ponder the wonderful blessings that I call mine and then I thank the Lord for them. I think to myself about how much I have been given and ask, how could I ask for more? This kind of evening might not be everyone's idea of serenity, but it was mine tonight.
