Did something out of character (well, at least recently). I'll give you some hints: it hurts, it's not fun, I hate it, it involves special shoes, and it rhymes with hog. You guessed it - I went for a jog.
OK, if I am going to be technical, it barely counts as a jog. I ran (ahem, jogged...) to the cemetery and back. Total running time was probably less than five minutes. But when you realize that the last time I ran was in December of 2007, and if you know how much I hate running, it becomes pretty impressive.
And when I was done, I admit that it felt gooood and I was glad I made myself do it. I might even do it again.
The thing is, I just can't do all the things I used to do. I used to jog, ride horses, scrapbook, read, work lots of hours, drink a bottle of wine each weekend, travel, go to to the movies, and pretty much whatever I felt like doing, when I felt like doing it.
That has of course all changed. I can do some of those things, sometimes, but not all of those things. I suppose I actually could do all of those things. I know that some moms do pick right up where they left off after they have a baby. But to me it doesn't feel right. I have this little person now who needs me. And I want to be with him. Yes, I would love to ride my horse every afternoon, but I work every day (granted, part-time, but still!). So in the afternoon I feel like I should spend my time with Jack. Someday my babies will be all grown up (really thinking ahead here!) and I can read all the books and ride all the horses and drink all the wine I want.
I never want to look back and think, "I wish I had spent more time with my babies."
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