Sometimes I forget that I wasn’t a mom 5 months ago. And that I wasn’t pregnant 38 ½ weeks before that. In fact, I ran a half marathon before I knew I was pregnant (again), and I ran the CVS 5k with Addie! And so, with my forgetful mind, I was blown away when I was sitting outside T’s in East Greenwich with Addie, and someone did a double take at me, then said, “You’re that runner.”
I’m that runner?
“You run for Team in Training, I follow you on Twitter, you had a baby- that’s your baby! She’s beautiful! Congratulations!”
This woman was shocked to see me? Shocked she recognized me? I’m not sure, but if she was surprised… I was blown away.
I love my princess. My whole world is my baby girl, my handsome pup and my amazing husband. But, I remember the days when “it” was all about my Asics and iPod. Lacing up and sweating it out. A time when looking at the scale and seeing 144 wasn’t a sign of progression, but regression. Walking 2 miles would never be acceptable. Where the sweat on my brow was actually sexy.
There was a time when I wasn’t a mom. I was a runner. I wanted to inspire people. I wanted to save the world!
And then I was.
I love my life, but to be recognized on the street for being that runner? Well, I not only love my life now, but I love where I’ve been… and I cannot wait to see where I go.