by Kristin D.
6. May 2010 22:04
It was about a year ago now that I started on this fitness quest: a few weeks before I met Corey for the first time.
I was running, albeit kind of feebly and somewhat sporadically. I was learning to tear up the forest paths as a direct way to pound out the stress of single Motherhood and full time career-ism, and I was finding it mildly more effective than immediate wine and cheese pounding the Exact Moment I put my 3 year old to bed. I ran the Sun Run in 52 minutes and experienced the rush of accomplishment, exacerbated by my sidekick's sticky Goldfish fingered hug at the end.
I remember thinking: I am getting older...
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