motivation.

my sister used to have a picture of jennifer aniston in a cut-out dress taped to the back of her bedroom door. this was not unusual as we used to have all sorts of things adorning our walls, but this particular picture seemed to be a constant even through the changing of tastes and decor. I asked her once why it was there and she replied, "look at her abs. it's motivation."

fast forward. this is the my sole source of news. my one-stop for a quick jolt of latest headlines, natural disasters, lance, tiger, hot autos, unemployment updates, all things obama (citymama, will you please go visit mrs. obama's garden for me?), idol chatter and celeb gossip in general. while perusing today I came across a photo of dara torres. one that made me look away and then look again.

it was this image that kept popping into my head as I was running tonight. motivation, if you will.

this woman is a mother. you just looked at her stomach again, didn't you? not an adoptive mother, an actual I-carried-a-baby-in-my-stomach-for-nine-months-mother. sure it was a while ago, but seriously. she's also 41 years old. I'm choosing to be oblivious to the possibility of surgery and would rather be impressed.

So to my post-baby-bellied friends who think that simply because the age 30 is upon you that somehow means the best years of your body are behind you... I kindly say, B.S.