When you are 11, 12, & 13 and you are not allowed to listen to secular music the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade is one of the best events of the season.

I’d sit all curled up in front of the TV with a cinnamon bun & singing the words to my favorite songs by my favorite artist as they made floated down the parade route. I was never worried about my Mom or Dad instinctively jumping up to turn the TV off because I knew that they too loved the parade.

They always seemed a little confused when I would know every word & every artist that appeared & my answer was always “I heard the song in the mall” they’d eat it up every time.

But when you’re 24 & your 3 year old can sing the chorus to Nicky Ninaji’s Muny the Macy Parade seems way less important.

However, the turkey, {canned} cranberry sauce, & sweet potato pudding is just as sweet as you remember. 

I was kicking ass.

And taking a long list of names.

Getting out there & pounding the pavement yelling

“I’m a dungeon dragon“

Ok I may not have actually been yelling it, but then again, I could have since I had my headphones on. 

Who the fuck knows.

But the point is I was doing really well with being a runner.

Sure I was dying half the time & probably had really bad form, bad shoes, & bad shins but I was doing it.

But like everything else in my life I had one tiny slip up, one bad day that turned into one bad week & I just couldn’t get back out there.

And I am so fucking mad at myself.

I went one day last week & it was a cluster fuck of epic proportions {kind of like that Zoey Deschanel dress}

I took Phoenix with me & the stroller was heavy & awkward.

I got lost, in my own fucking neighborhood!

My music wasn’t working right.

My headphones fell out.

My boobs were falling out.

And I was tired.

I hobbled my way back home & haven’t been back out since.

But I need to. Like bad.

I loved the way running made me feel while simultaneously trying to kill me. 

Maybe I’m a masochist.

But whatever the reason I felt good about doing it.

Today I’m supposed to get back out there.

Hopefully I won’t die.

via pinterest

{fyi my board is not THINspiration but rather FIT-spiration}

What do you do when you loose momentum on something, anything. How do you get your drive back? 

And bonus call to action. If you’re a runner got any running tips for me?

I’m a bad motherblogger.

What the fuck I look like?

Well this is the anthem, this, this is the anthem…

I’m busy & lacking creativity.

That there is my anthem.

And this is what the fuck I look like

I know I just blew ya mind

And oh yeah I am pretty much obsessed with Nicky Minaji right now. I bow down to her mad gangsta skillz. She even has her own category here now.