I can't believe I'm actually saying this right now, but I'm totally digging my evening runs these days.
I've always been a lover of anything athletic, primarily where large balls fly at my face: softball. Like that Clueless plug? Damn I miss that movie.
Growing up I was CONSTANTLY playing ball. Traveling for weekend tournies, double headers every Wednesday night...and eating WAY too many nachos. I frickin' loved it. In fact I get all nostalgic just thinking about it.
I went on to play in college which was always a dream of mine. Granted it was just a little bitty university in the heart of Kansas. I was able to play ball and get paid to do so. That's pretty sweet.
After college I took a sabaticle from anything athletic and boy do my hips show it. Why does that have to happen? Why can't I drink a bottle of wine and eat a nacho bell grande every night?
Over the past year or so I've had to get my ass back in gear.
As of late I've found some blogging inspiration thru Amber over at A little pink in the cornfields.
It's been a long road getting here, but I'm finally to a place full of motivation and full of drive...Bring it on Crossroads.
Every ounce of that motivational crap will be needed considering I'm training through a breast reduction surgery. Who does that!?
July 28th is D day where I'll either collapse like a sweaty beached whale (with small boobies) or wait, do whales even sweat?
Or I'll triumphantly cross the finish line.
Let's just hope it's the latter!