When I was pregnant with my first, I swore I'd be one of those women who wouldn't let her running fall by the wayside. Sure, I'd take 6 weeks off, but then I'd throw those running shoes back on. I’d read about women like that. It was just a matter of determination...
…then the baby arrived...
I'd been put into a shoebox, flipped over and spun around. Every single
thing I had done previously seemed impossible now. It took me 45 minutes to prepare to meet a friend
3 blocks away…I couldn’t figure out how to make food and actually eat it...I
braced myself for toe curling pain every time my tiny insatiable being dared
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