Motivation: found.

I've been wanting to run lately.  In fact, I am thinking about trying to get my butt in good enough shape to run a few 5k's this summer with some friends.  I decided to get back into running for a variety of reasons, but mostly because legs are a lot harder to steal than a new bike would be.  And because if someone tried to cut off my legs in the middle of the night, I could kick them in the face.  Ninja style.
 
So yes...  I've been wanting to run, and get back into the shape I was in a couple years ago, and lets just say that losing 10lbs wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen to me...  But, not gonna lie...  Finding the motivation to run has been hard.  My schedule with both jobs, and the kids does not allow me much free-time during hours of daylight, and running through the park and back streets of the city at night does not really appeal to my paranoia.  I have every desire and intention go to running in the mornings (before work)...  But my hand finds the snooze button WAY faster than my brain could ever move me into a vertical position at that time of day.
 
I'm finding my way to that motivated state-of-mind.  Slowly, but surely.  The warmer it gets outside, the more my parts thaw out and want to be used.  Sometimes all it really takes is a couple of sweet, adoring, PAINFULLY HONEST, children to give me the wake up call I so desperately need, and this morning, that is exactly what I got.
 
I am the first to admit that I take ridiculously long showers.  In fact, I usually base being "done" on whether or not I am out of hot water.  Being in the shower is my quiet time.  My thinking time.  My leave-a-message-after-the-beep time.  My "Calgon, take me away" time.  You get the point.
 
This morning, I was joined in the bathroom by two noisy children who were bored with Handy Manny, and instead decided to come upstairs and terrorize their Mother.  Though I could not see them from behind the shower curtain, I could hear them pushing and kicking each other.  Keegan shouting "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" at Alyza, and Alyza screeching "KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGANNNNNNNNNN" in a voice that is several octaves higher than your average soprano.
 
(Dear Calgon.  Please consider packaging your body wash with ear-plugs.  Love, Steph)
 
I turned my face into the water as I rinsed my hair, and noticed that it got particularly quiet in the bathroom.  A few moments later, a very serious little girl began her confession...
 
"Mommy?"
 
"What, Love?"
 
"Keegan and I peeked behind the curtain............  But it's ok Mommy, we still love you."

Before I could respond, I heard the door to the bathroom close with the tiniest of "clicks" and two sets of very quiet feet descending back down to the living-room, as if any further disruption or sudden movements could have caused the shower-beast to react violently.  And I wondered silently to myself how many more years of therapy I just tacked on to their futures...

 

Comments

[K.Mel in VAB]

ROFL...oh no! That is too much.

[kathy]

I think I might have just peed my pants a little bit. Thanks for that.
Happy running.