I am 36 years old.
I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mom.
I am an athlete.
Eight months ago, I gave birth to my fifth child. Six months ago, I started Insanity. Four months ago, I started running.
I don't love running. In fact, I don't even like it. It's a constant battle against myself.
But Sunday morning runs are different. I set out with no idea how far I'll run, I listen to different music, and I'm in no hurry to get back. These Sunday morning runs are relaxing-my meditation. I've gotten lost, on occasion, because I pay no attention to where I am or how fast I'm running.
Some people say that they run to clear their head. Not me. If anything, it fills my head-with thoughts and ideas and memories. Running doesn't help me solve the world's problems, but it helps me with a few of my own.
I've found being positive and getting healthy is contagious. Are there days I don't want to exercise? Yes. Are there days I don't even want to get out of bed? Yes. But I'll tell you something: once you're out there and you're doing something-anything-you're not going to regret it.
I'm not here to sell you anything and I'm not here to judge anyone. I've found amazing support on Instagram and Twitter and Facebook.
Maybe you don't know where to start. Maybe you're afraid of failure. In my mind, the only way to fail is to not try.