But I Want It Now

Who am I?

The surface level says wife, beef promoter, crazy (I'll admit it) horse lady, crazy dog lady, motivated, and it's pretty obvious I can't hold still.

Below the surface tells a deeper story. I'm a naturally anxious person who worries too much. I tend to hold back just in case something could go wrong, but I want to be the carefree person so bad.

Life isn't easy for anyone, and we all handle it just a bit differently. Growing up I learned that taking a step back and watching others actions and the reactions they received offered many great pieces of advice.

One such observation was those who needed or wanted something right now, ranging from something as important to paying the electricity bill to the opposite end of the spectrum to someone who wanted that horse right now. These folks would ask others to front them the money or set up a payment plan. They swore on their good name they would pay off the loan as soon as they possibly could. Needless to say things never ended well for any of the parties involved.

What was the lesson? Don't live outside of your means. Even when you are most tempted and everything seems like it will work out fine.

Running

I've actually started enjoying running. What did I just say? Yea... running, I sort of like it now. Crazy right? How did this happen?

This is simply a decoy. In reality, he's closely related to the
Tasmanian Devil. 

Getting a big, wild puppy who is totally obnoxious unless he goes out for a run helped my motivation factor a LOT.

I like the way my body is changing. I've always been a slim girl, but my muscles are tightening and toning in ways that I honestly didn't think was possible. I've always had big thighs and a round booty. Even as a young kid. Infact, I have a childhood scar from a family friend who used to call me "Tiff-fany." But those thunder thighs are becoming muscular thighs. And that big 'ol booty? It's still big, just a little more bubbly.

I enjoy it so much I've WILLINGLY done three,
you read it, three, half marathons in the
past year and a half.

It clears my head. I might be fretting over an issue I had with a friend, or stressed about an upcoming work event but after I complete a run all is well in my head again. I can think clearly about the issue and can actually reach a reasonable conclusion instead of a melodramatic "The world is coming to an end" solution.

So I might actually crave a run now. Yea. Like my body politely taps me on the shoulder and says, "How about hitting the pavement today?"

And as a woman, I don't have to worry about issues like this
one. Sports bras, who knew what wonderful multitaskers
they are!