I tip-toed into the guest room, hoping to run on the treadmill before Annie knew I was there. As if running isn't exhausting enough, I don't like to worry if her fingers are going to get caught in the belt, or if she's going to try to jump on behind me, and the list of worries goes on . . .
Have you ever tried keeping track of your three year-old, turning your head while running 6 mph and losing your balance because your head is turned at a crazy angle and you can't run straight? Let me tell you--not a pleasant experience. Hence, my trying to out-smart the little gal. Stealth running.
She caught me. Thankfully, I was done running. But I was still working on these saddlebags of a rear-end and my abs. My body turned into an Annie jungle gym. It was hopeless. I decided to have fun instead of getting upset. The saddlebags remain . . . until tommorow.
Annie made me laugh when she was standing on the treadmill (see pic above). She said,
"Look, Mommy, I'm a gingerbread man."
Cute. I smiled. That's my girl.