Run Like a Mother.
With each step, my body bounces a little differently than it did before I had kids. My knees ache a bit from the stress of all the bodies I have carried and squatted with over the last four years. I look at my watch incessantly while running now, and I pick up my pace, knowing that someone else is carrying the weight of watching my kids while I’m out. The biggest potential threats to meeting all of my training goals are no longer rain or sore muscles, but childhood sickness, tantrums, and potty incidents. But now, I have three more fans. I have three little people that are watching me, their mom, set goals and push myself to accomplish them. running moms, moms who run, run like a mother