Last year, I ran the Sunburst 5K unknowingly pregnant.
It was my very first road race. The first running event I had participated in since my high school track career had ended 13 years earlier.
I ran it in 40:19. With a potty break.
This year, I ran it again. 4 months postpartum. And with a kidney stone.
That’s right. Another damn kidney stone. My 4th in the past year. My second in the past month.
I ran it in 33:28. Again with a potty break.
False advertising. We ran 3.1 miles, not 13. But it’s fun to pretend.
From left: My BFF, me, & my sisters.
I kind of feel like a badass.
Even if Brightroom didn’t get any photos of me actually running this year.
Stupidheads.
Not only that, but I have stuck to a solid workout routine.
I am training for more races.
And I have lost all the baby weight plus 3 pounds.
I am starting to look freaking amazing in clothes again.
The muffin top that I have spent the last few years loathing?
Finally GONE.
The return of my previous beefcake body is no longer a distant dream.
It’s finally starting to become a reality.
