I remember me. Me is a girl who runs 5Ks on the weekends. Me is the girl who finally found friends who ride mountain bikes. Me was ready to sign up for a Tough Mudder race with her brother. Me was a mommy who threw her son high in the air just to see him giggle.
Where has Me been?
But now, Me is coming out of hiding. I got my staples (18 of them, if you want to know how brave I am) removed yesterday and I couldn’t help but feel relieved, excited, and optimistic. I can’t express how much I am looking forward to this new chapter in my life: mother of two little boys. But I feel like I can’t really start this chapter until I am truly myself, which I’m not. I’m like a bruised, stitched, weak version of myself that can’t lift over 10 pounds and can’t use her ab muscles.
In five weeks, it’s game on. I am working really hard at not working really hard (although giving up vacuuming was pretty easy) so that I can heal as fast and as completely as possible. And then I can do this:
- Pull my babes in my sweet new bike trailer along the Riverwalk.
- Go snowboarding for the first time in three seasons!
- Sign up for an all-girls mountain biking clinic.
- Strap my itty-bitty baby to my back and hike my favorite trails.
- Pull Blaine in a toboggan while cross-country skiing for the first time. (I’m sure he’ll love it…)
- Run in the Santa Dash and watch my Little Buddy do the kids’ race, too!
So many wonderful things in store for me and my sidekicks. So many…