Twenty Minutes

Six months postpartum and I finally figured out what I need: twenty minutes where nobody needs anything from me.

Twenty Minutes

Started running again this week. And by running I mean jogging very slowly while questioning all my life choices. My form is terrible. My breathing sounds like I’m dying. But for twenty minutes, it’s just me and the pavement and my thoughts.

I’m not doing this to lose baby weight or get back to my pre-pregnancy body (though if that happens, cool). I’m doing this because at 5:30 AM, the world is quiet. Sophie is sleeping. Marcus is sleeping. Even the neighbors are sleeping. It’s just me.

Turns out I forgot how much I love that feeling of my feet hitting the ground, the rhythm of it, the way my mind goes quiet when my body is working. I’m slow and my lungs burn and I definitely walked more than I ran today. But I smiled the whole way home.