WHO IS SHE?

I never thought I’d think this or say this or be this way, but I’m excited for run day tomorrow. I find myself excited for run days... more than strength training days. This is a wild time for me. I went from running once a week exclusively on Saturdays – 2.11 miles – to running a 5k four times a week, and I actually just upped my mileage this week to 3.5 miles. WHO IS SHE? I don’t know, but I really like her.  

When I got undressed to get into the shower earlier, I was looking at myself in the mirror thinking she’s fucking foiiiiiine and also thinking about how I’ve caught glimpses of myself in the mirror lately and have noticed how different I look. Like actually, WHO IS SHE? I caught the definition in my arm in the mirror earlier today and thought damn, she’s fit. I looked down at my stomach in the restroom during my walk earlier and noticed the skin between the top of my pants and tank top and how it was one, so fucking glowy and soft looking and two, beautifully stretched atop defined abdominals.  

I just got really sleepy, so I guess this is all for tonight. Goodnight, Leah. I love you so fucking much. Sleep well, sweet girl.  

Oh, I had this thought in the bathroom earlier ‘raise your hand if you mistook my kindness for weakness’ and my hand would also be raised because I think I used to believe that. Anyway, okay. Sleep time for real now.