Dear Santa,

Been trying to start running again. Three weeks off seems to have put me 20 pies and 20 pounds behind. Darn those pies! Oh, and those rolls! Never mind chocolate! The running bandwagon is calling due to overly tight jeans and I'm answering its beckoning.

I try to get my running in near sunrise or right at dawn. There is only one small problem. As it is dark outside, with lights on indoors- I get to stare right into a reflection of myself in the window. It is not the most comfortable viewing at 6 AM. Acceptance of oneself at that time of day is a big hurdle though I'm slowly improving. I'm just grateful I don't have to watch myself from the behind- could be worse, right?

But Santa, each time I've attempted to run this week I've noticed my constant smack-dab-in-front-of-me companion. A reflection which normally I look right through unless I'm in need of some 'hurry up and beat that chick' motivation- then I like her around. But, I've begun to notice her in a different light. A ' jeez lady, tame those unruly beasts already!' kind of light.

Hence my Christmas wish:












Please Santa, Pleeeeease?

I've been a good girl- minus yelling at the children over the alphabet.

I'm in desperate need. Trust me!

Oh, and I'll be needing at least three. They will only cost you around $150.00.

Could you throw in some new shoes too? Size 8. New Balance. Stability.

Thanks!

P.S. I think your hot!