Short but Speedy Strides (7:37, 7:15, & 7:01)
I had to squeeze in an evening run with the babes at the park.
Let’s have a little talk about my youngest son. He’s an artist through and through. He documents his little world in various journals that he draws and writes in and then litters all over my house.
So I was a little disturbed when I found this picture in one of his journals the other day.
I mean, what kind of woman does he think I am? Though I’d like to thank him for *ahem* being very generous in a not so well endowed area. And a little too generous in my mid-drift section! But come on, my stomach only looks like that when I’m doing planks (thank you baby skin)!
Turns out I shouldn’t have been so flattered because when I asked him about it, he informed my narcissistic self that it is actually the Incredible Hulk, not moi. (He was drawing this based on the picture from his underwear) This is good because last time I checked I had 10 toes, not 9.
I still think he’s covering his tracks since the other night I may or may not have been sporting a similar look when NO ONE WOULD LISTEN TO ME AND CLEAN THEIR ROOM.
But all is forgiven since I earlier this week I was recuperating from having my ankle/calf Graston-ed (literally super sore that evening) and I just wanted 30 minutes to watch football and relax and well….
Apparently this is code word for snuggle and climb all over mom:
I figured the emotional and physical exertion from watching the
reffing game counted as the run I wasn’t getting on Monday due to my ankle still yelling at me about the dreadmill on Sunday.
If you were a monster what type would you be?
Can you ever lay on your couch alone?
Tell me about your best run this week since mine have been craptastic.