If ten years ago, you told me my life would be what it is today, I would have laughed. In your face. Hard. In 2002, I was renting a condo in White Plains, New York with a Canadian speech pathologist who had something against closing kitchen cabinets, as well as an affinity for playing weird Canadian solitaire games in the living room with the a/c cranked while bundled up in a sweatshirt and pants. I was working six days a week and going out very little. I was in this weird, lonely, I-miss-college kind of place, and I didn't know how to get out of the funk I was in.
Then I moved south of the Mason-Dixon, and things changed pretty quickly.
Fast forward to this past weekend. I woke up at 6am on a Saturday and ran 10 miles. Then I collected my husband and two blonde children and hit the beach for a family surf session. As I stood up on that surfboard, my legs feeling every inch of those 10 miles I ran, I couldn't help but chuckle. WHO AM I??? A wife. A mom of two really awesome little girls. A runner? A surfer? Really??? Well alright.
Since I find the picture my mother-in-law took of me heading out to surf less than flattering, I'll leave you with a video of Brynn riding a wave instead (Ryan's mom is providing the commentary).