The truth*** is…..

When my alarm goes off at 5:30 am, I usually mumble some profanities

My car permanently smells like sweat…if you don’t like that, you’ll have to get a ride with someone else

When my kids were younger, there were many times when I questioned this whole motherhood thing

Now that my kids are older, they are collectively my best friends

I doubt almost every word and every post until the moment I hit the button Publish

Long runs do a number on my GI tract, giving me the runs and often necessitating some medication

One day I’d like to run in just my sports bra and shorts, not to show off my body but to feel the air against even more of my skin

When I run, thoughts, words, ideas, and possibilities start swirling in my head

On most runs, I don’t carry water even though I should.  I don’t want water bouncing around my waist or on my back or even in my hands, taking away any of my feeling of freedom

Growing up, the PE hour was the most dreaded hour of my day

Running in the morning is now my happy hour…..(and happy hour is my happy hour, too)

Even at 42, when I show up to my new running group and we have to pair up for our run, I go back to that feeling I had in PE of not knowing if I’ll have a partner…but now that only lasts a few seconds

I may expose myself in my writing, but I will never expose others without their permission

I run faster when I am in cute run clothes; at least that’s what the shopaholic in me believes

Today, I ran in a downpour at 7am….I’ve probably never been more soaked, I’ve probably never felt more alive

The truth is…what you see, read, get…is me.

*This post was originally published on 9/15/15.

Paria Hassouri