Guess what, my thighs jiggle when I run. Yep. They do. And I don’t care. I run for me.
Guess what. I am not a professional runner. Maybe a professional toddler chaser, but not a professional runner. I am not going to win any races, or set any land speed records. Some days I huff out 14-minute miles as I push a double stroller with two preschoolers snoozing inside. I just breath in the peace and quiet- taking a moment to gather my thoughts. Other days I race to keep up with the dog, sprinting full speed. Feeling the burn in my legs and chest- which oddly feels so good and exactly what I need in that moment.
If these old shoes could talk…
Some people just see a pair of mud stained shoes with frayed laces. They see thinning soles and the weathered fabric. Yes, these babies have done their time. Have earned their retirement for sure.
The mom jinx is no wives tale people!! It’s real! We have all experienced it!
The minute we brag about how well the kids have been sleeping at night you will be enjoying countless all nighters. You toss those pull ups away and your toddler will have potty training regression. The minute you buy your child a new pair of shoes, they will grow a foot over night.