I knew what I wanted. A fabulous post-baby body. I would have settled to make it up 2 flights of stairs without getting winded. Or not get that “disciplining look” when I proudly exclaimed I could pack away a 5-lb Chipotle burrito. I used to astound with my fabulous eating abilities. Then my metabolism slowed- and it was not so impressive.
I got the “You look pretty good… for someone who had 3 kids.” While I realize the intention was good, it’s not exactly a compliment. It’s like saying, “you look good… for someone who’s had their belly stretched out 10 times its size, 3 different times.” Not to mention the number nursing does for any plans to be a Victoria Secret model. I’ll spare the details.
While I couldn’t yet bring myself to diet (I love food way too much) I made a vow to “get healthier”. I would eat carrots along with my chocolate and I would run more. I used to run. Then life got crazy and I stopped. When my sister decided to start training for the academy, I jumped on the opportunity to have a “workout buddy.” Suddenly I had a reason to get up when “sleeping in” until 6am sounded so much better!
I anticipated pain. What I didn’t foresee was looking forward to my morning conversations. I’m not a quiet runner. I despise awkward silence, so I usually try to fill quiet time with random stories that pop into my head. Sometimes this is probably more awkward than the silences- however, they past the time, nonetheless.
I finally had a moment to catch up with my sister. This was the most time I had spent with her without an argument in… well ever. I love my sister- but like many families, we can only take each other in small doses. However, running together brought us to an all new level. We had a common goal. Hers- to get into the academy. Mine- to chip away at my ever-growing derriere. Both of equal importance.
Strangely, I found myself looking forward to runs before the crack of dawn in the 16° darkness. Didn’t see that coming. There’s a chance I may never get my modeling contract with Victoria’s Secret, (I’m a bit short) however, I will never regret the extra time I’ve spent getting to know my sister. Now, I must go finish my burrito.