Dream

Once upon a time, I ran and swam and hiked and danced. There was no physical challenge that I felt incapable of. I craved apples and said hold the mayo on sandwiches (no one likes to throw up during intervals at track practice) and I had almost forgotten what a French fry even tasted like. 

10 years, two babies and a load of responsibilities later, I'm busier than ever. My to do list is a mile long and taking care of me just never seems happen. I'm a smaller structured person so the doctor says my weight is healthy. And it is. This isn't a journey of weight loss. But I just don't FEEL healthy. I feel tired. I only want to eat chocolate and my cardiovascular and physical strength are in poor shape. 

Somewhere buried deep under laundry and story time and kids soccer games lies a dream. An unrealized dream. I want to run a marathon. I found it on a bucket list I penned in high school, right before 'go sky diving' and after 'be sealed in the temple.' Some dreams fade in time. I have no interest in skydiving anymore. What would Beans and Roo do without a Mama? No, it's not for me. 

But, I still really do want to run that marathon. I don't have to get first. I don't have to qualify for Boston. I just want to run. I want to prove to myself that I can still set goals and follow through. I want to put my health at the top of my to-do list and I want to model a healthy, active lifestyle to my children. 

This will be a place of accountability and inspiration. If you can dream it, you can do it!