Dear Workout Moms
Ladies, you are crazy. Straight up nuts. Every morning I walk Evie into school I see you guys in your skin tight black yoga pants and sweet Nike running shoes. The hair is up in a tight pony and you're just pushing that stroller with such determination. I see you in your cliques, talking about god knows what, and I am amazed how well you can form sentences that early in the morning.
I can barely muster the strength to put a bra on in the morning, and would forego it altogether if I was sure I wouldn't get dirty looks from all the moms. I can handle the haters, but not that early in the morning. Nah mean? But you ladies? You are dressed to the nines to go sweat it out on the elliptical. Cheers to you.
Excuse me while I drive home, put Little E down for a nap, and crawl into bed myself for a little snoozy pie. Staying up until midnight watching reruns of Parks and Recreation on Netflix is exhausting after all. So for now I will just watch all you lovely ladies from afar and hope one day I will wake up with enough ambition to change out of my pajamas for morning drop off.