Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Sure, the run consisted of my breathlessly explaining to a three year old the exact location of our home every two minutes as he was concerned we were lost. At Zumba, I was by far the heaviest spandex clad gal and likely the only one brave enough to that much shaking while nursing (no, it didn't get dangerous but potentially could have). And at the pool, my pale complexion coupled with what appear to be tiger attack marks were not exactly country club worth. But you know what? I'd do it again. Because that's where I find pieces of namaste in the middle of all this beautiful chaos.
May you take a smidge of time to do the same.