A Promise

I miss being able to reach my feet comfortably.  I'm not so huge I can't tie my own shoes or clip my own toenails, but it's not comfortable to bend over, you know?  I miss my wedding ring (which was already snug on hot days or if I forgot to take it off for a run or something) on my finger, even though I have a lovely Clauddaugh ring I'm wearing instead.  And I miss walking up stairs without needing to stop at the top to just breathe for a little while. 


I just read a post by a woman who, at 39 weeks pregnant, went for a jog today.  I haven't been for a jog since early October, I would guess.  Maybe September.  I haven't even been for an official walk in over a month, although I did do a lot of walking around the mall this weekend with Husband.   Needless to say, I was incredibly jealous of this woman and her ability to jog, even if, as she said, she was slow, not graceful, and it wasn't for long.   Another blogger was posting that she'd walked 100 miles on trails this month, right near where I live.  Jealous, much?  Yes, yes I am.


So I'm posting this picture.  It's one of our favorite lakes up in the mountains, at the end of a lovely trail that has a couple of other beautiful lakes along the way, too. 

I'm going to go to this lake this summer, I've decided.  Well, I might have to settle for one of the other lakes, because this trail has some super steep parts to it, and while I've decided that I'm going to be in shape enough for it, I don't know if it will be safe to hike it with the baby strapped on.  I'll have to research what's considered a good idea.

Either way, I'm going to go to the mountains this summer.  I'm going to put the peanut in a baby carrier, and I'm going to hike, and see the beautiful vistas, and not get out of breath from just walking up the stairs, because I'm going to be mountain-ready.

Just needed to make that promise to myself.