While introducing TJ to one of the kids in my Valiant 9 primary class (children's bible study class for 9-10 year-olds), TJ became a little fussy. I was talking to TJ, trying to calm him, and I said, "Yes, it's just so HARD to be the baby. Life is hard."
My primary boy responded, "It's NOT hard to be the baby; everybody does everything for you. Life doesn't get hard until at least kindergarten."
I stand corrected.
Quote of the week:
"Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions; all of life is an experiment." Ralph Waldo Emerson
I am almost 7 weeks postpartum now, and ready to get moving; to repair the damage done to my body while it acted as a baby-house. I've gradually been increasing my mileage, and yesterday I ran 3 miles (well, I more kinda shuffled along; this is no time to work on increasing my pace). I'm looking forward to the challenge of getting back in shape, and I'm excited for the chance to bond with TJ as we charge down the trails with our jogging stroller. I hope he's prepared to log many miles.
I'm also starting to incorporate some deeper poses back into my yoga practice. It's funny to feel my body settling back into old, familiar poses that now feel strange: there are all sorts of new fat rolls in my way. But, again, it just feels good to get moving. I missed sweating.
