I mean, totally-awesome-I'm-utterly-impressed-with-myself, AMAZING!
I ran. On a trail.
For the longest distance and time I've ever done.
In. My. Life.
Granted, it was only 4 miles in 40 minutes - but I was riding high afterwards.
I was never one who wanted to exercise - ever. But then I started being a constant Pod for Beans. And suddenly, my metabolism decided to plummet.
Actually, it felt like my metabolism came to a sudden and complete stop.
Hence, my introduction to exercise.
Now, 4 beans later, I have begun training for my first ever 1/2 marathon.
I started training for a 1/2 marathon when Bitty Bean was 2 months old, but injured my knee before race-day. I was doctor-ordered to rest for 4 months to let it heal. Before the four months were up, the Pod was occupied with Boy Bean.
But I digress.
So here I am, an almost-29-year-old mama, forcing myself to lumber across track, field, and road, seeking a check mark on my bucket list.
Run the 13.1 miles of the Rock 'N Roll 1/2 Marathon in September in 130 minutes.
Will I succeed? I don't know. I mean, at this point, the farthest I've ever run - IN MY LIFE - is the 4 mile/40 minute trail run of yesterday. But it felt good. It was actually fun! My body was strong and I was accomplishing a goal that was not mom-related.
I don't have to run to change diapers faster, fold laundry better, or clean my house more thoroughly.
It is for me.
As the woman I was pre-kids, the woman I want to be, the woman I'm capable of becoming.
And, I really, REALLY, like how less of my body jiggles with each mile.