Sunday, November 6, 2011


i play pretend. i make believe i look like i did pre-baby. like a frequent gym-er.

no one told me that my first days working out would feel like death. after about 30 minutes, my body cried uncle. i wanted to hit the emergency stop button on the treadmill, the one that i’m pretty sure they put there for the old folks whose glaucoma has gotten so bad they can’t really see. but no. instead, i was on a gravel path. outside in 48 degree weather. trying to keep up with my friends. holding back my wincing.

i didn’t make it far from the starting line before my body started retching and my mouth began producing excess saliva. i was a rabid dog with turrets. it’s amazing the kind of personal space people will allow you if they think you’re drunk, crazy, and about to vomit all over their new balance shoes!

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