I’ve wanted to get “back in shape” for over 9 year now. Basically, since I birthed Piper, I’ve been dreaming of shedding those last 10, 15, 20 pounds whatever that just seem to linger on forever. I mean, it’s totally legitimate and 100% possible to get my pre-baby body back after having four kids, right? A little cardio, a little strength training, limiting of carbs, and BAM! – my boobs will totally perk back up and those stretchmarks will fad back to where they came from. Because that’s how biology works. Or not.
But still – I yearn to be in better physical shape than I am right now. To lead by example a healthy and active lifestyle for my kids.
And my exercise of choice is running or lap swimming it always has. The introvert in me adores that it’s a very solo activity – a place to get lost in my thoughts, a literal way to run (or swim) away from whatever is stressing me. And the social part of me loves all the crazy runs I can participate in with my friends and family. (speaking of which, The Sweater Run – I’m putting together a local Indianapolis team if you’re interested. I’ll even hook you up with a complimentary hideous sweater if you join…)
But don’t get me wrong, I’m not a runner.
I can huff and puff through about 2 miles – and then I start to internally cry. And in order to get through my 3rd or 4th mile, I need motivation. I’m thinking songs with curse words in them. Or a really engaging episode of Say Yes to the Dress or what not to Wear. I NEED DISTRACTION.
I’ve never in my life been one of those gals who can run a 1/2 marathon. But I want to be one of those girls who can run a 1/2 marathon…
You guys, I will run that Indianapolis Mini Marathon this spring. Write it in sharpie, folks – it will happen.
So here is the thing. I was asked if I would be interested in going on a 4 month fitness journey and sharing my experience. In exchange, I would be sent a pretty amazing treadmill to help propel me in the right direction.
My answer? Um, yes I would enjoy this very much, thank you. Because I’ve wanted a treadmill for only a million years, and it’s never been in the budget.
What you can expect from this ambassador campaign:
On weekends, a few times a month, I’m gonna talk about this fitness journey I’m going on. We’ll discuss our favorite work out gear, what motivates us, our favorite songs that makes us sweat, and how to prevent chub rub.
If this isn’t your thing? No biggie – it’s only on the weekend ’round these parts.
Will you join me?
She was delivered earlier this week, and despite her cumbersome size – with the help of a neighbor she fit like a glove between the Lego table and my grandma’s vintage piano.
I’ve only run on her twice so far – but from what I can tell, her and I will get along just fine.
My personal trainer on the other hand? He can take a hike.
“Run faster momma, daddy runs way faster than you.”
Ahem, whatever child.
We’re set up and ready to run down this fake highway for miles and miles this winter, we’re only missing one crucial piece that wasn’t delivered in the box.
This girl needs a name. She’s a much loved new addition to our family – and to flippantly refer to her as momma skinny machine that we can’t go near (whatever kids, where did you come up with that?) would be doing her an injustice.
Help me name this sassy new workhorse.
I’m thinking Miss Hillie Millie or something…..