Motivating your butt out the door
True confessions of a one time...uh, more like sometimes couch potato. So here's the thing. I love to run. I really do. The fresh air, wind in my hair, Vangelis-scored whole nine yards...and hopefully farther than that. The problem is there's something else I love to do: NOTHING.
Once upon a time this run mama was the sleep-deprived, exercise-deprived, intelligent-thought-deprived mama of a delightfully energetic two-year-old and an astonishingly assertive six-month-old. Two incomparable girls, all you could dream of and more, so much more, most of it good, a lot of it unexpected, all of it exhausting. The baby fat from baby...
