Ninja mama

When I left for my run this morning it was five degrees.  I realize this flirts with the line between dedicated and crazy, but that's another issue.  I was so layered in spandex that once I extended my leg, it automatically snapped back like I was elastigirl.  Covered head to toe in black, with only an opening for my frosted eyelashes, my little boy commented, "Wow mom, you look like a ninja."

Coming from a kid whose new career aspiration is to be a power ranger in the Macy's thanksgiving parade, this was a pretty high compliment.  I like the thought that my kid doesn't bat an eyelash when considering that his mom gets up, dons her ninja outfit, and fights crime before returning home to fix breakfast.  Even if I am only fighting the triple nemeses of old age, flab, and personal toughness, everyone should have a ninja outfit they can put on once in a while.  If only to keep the kids guessing.