Wish me luck.
I’m on my way to a “mini session” with this family’s one year old (I didn’t get any *love love love* photos of her from their session).
No, thats not what I need luck with.
At 9:30, Ryan’ is dropping Porter off. And the jogging stroller. LeeAnn and Lukas are meeting us there and we’re going to go… running. Yes, I said it. Running.
Ohhhh lord. I’m sure it will mostly consist of many short bursts of dragging our feet while heavily gasping for our possible last breaths of air inbetween gasping jaunts of walking to catch our wind.
Remember my last attempt to “start running” again? And the one before that? (which was interrupted by a little thing called pregnancy… paired with an over-cautious mom-to-be equals…. no more runnning).
Let’s hope LeeAnn can keep me motivated. And let’s hope that pushing jogging strollers with 25lb toddlers doesn’t kill us. This is my last ditch effort (omg is that even a real series of words??) at attempting to get in shape before throwing my body all to hell with a second pregnancy.