This summer is rolling by way too fast! We’re on the road now after just too much busy-ness to get into here. But our vacation has begun….

And here on vacation, let me tell you what I brought for my running/yoga wear. Two things….

These: And this:

Both items from Fit Couture.

I am over the moon for the Saratoga Shorts. They have been run in, yoga’d in, swam in our lake in, gardened in…. they do it all. Their shape and size remain intact. And I really like the cut of the wasteband. Love. Them. In fact, I am about to order another pair.

I also love their Miami II Top. I use it for running and yoga. I am blessed with fried eggs for boobs so the support for me is more than adequate. I am planning on ordering the cropped version along with the new pair of shorts as I prefer the flexibility of more of a bra type top.

There is nothing like a hot outfit for motivation…. Thanks Fit Couture!!

I can’t believe summer is already half over! And what have I done? What has become of training? What has become of yoga practice?

Ack!

Well…. let’s see. There’s been camping. There’s been managing kids and whatever school we are squeezing into our days. There’s been lots of company. And recently, there’s been work- yup, paid work. I’ve been shooting a lot! And of course… there’s the beach. We go to the beach. That’s it in a nutshell. And currently, we are entertaining more company… Oh, and potato chips. Yes, lots of potato chips!
However, despite a crazy, busy work week ahead (causing me to bail on half-marathon as I booked a wedding that same afternoon and thought it best not to run almost 13 miles beforehand lest I puke on poor, unsuspecting bride) and a hectic visit to hubby’s hometown in Northern Virginia, I am going to implement change.

Documented here. Yes, here. Change. OK. Not great, fundamental change. But after I booked the gig for next weekend, I pretty much gave up training, in any form. Over the past three weeks I have done largely nothing of a physical nature.

So, MommyOm to the rescue. Good eating… yoga practice… walking and/or running… and hey, five pounds, to boot, happens here. Motivate me, Mommy Om… I’m relying on the power of public record….
Heeeeere we go!