Just when I think I might be starting to get back in shape, I find out that I am sooooooooooooooo far from being in shape. I took the twins for a jog this morning (J was working from home so Luke stayed and slept). I.thought.I.was.going.to.die. Nothing like a little humility on a Friday morning when you think you are doing pretty good 1 mile into the run and all you hear from you "cheering" section is, "c'mon mooooo-ooooooooooo-oooooooom, this thing is going so slow" or "momma, I thought you said we were going to run" or "why are we stopping?" Which by the way, I WAS moving!
I am guessing it will take me most of the day and at least 2 Diet Dr. Peppers to recover from this experience. And, maybe a piece of chocolate. And, maybe a good stiff drink.