Isn’t that the $64,000 question.
I do it for a lot of reasons. I want to lose the baby weight. I’d love to be the size I was when I met M seven years ago. I want to be healthy. Not just for me. For my husband. For my babies.
I started running because I heard about the Damon Runyon 5k at Yankee Stadium. I’ll keep running after the race on Sunday [OMG!] because I’ve figured out that I actually like running. For the 30 minutes or so I’m on the treadmill, I get to think about what I want to think about. I can think through things that are driving me crazy. Lately, I’ve been getting up super early get my runs in. Sadly, not this week, but I’m fah-reek-ing out about my appointment at Penn tomorrow.
I have a friend on twitter to hold me accountable. She gets up at 5 am her time, I get up at 5 am my time. We curse each other through our workouts, but I know I don’t ever want to lie to her about whether or not I actually got some exercise in.
My proudest moments are when M tells me how happy he is that I’ve been doing really well, or when Butter asks me if I have to go run when I’m putting him to bed. The answer is usually no, because I’m going to bed so I can get up before he gets up to spend some time with the treadmill.
But what’s awesome? I like running.