This week, we lace up and hit the emotional pavement—because I’m talking all about Mario, my runner husband. Yep, the man who started running after I did, got weirdly competitive, and now clocks in more hours than a part-time job… on his feet.

I share the hilarious story of how it all began, the chaos he jogs away from (witching hour, dinner meltdowns, needy pets), and how, even though I lovingly roast his stretching routine, I’m also super proud of him.

We also get into the mental load divide—because a mom’s brain and a runner’s brain? Not the same sport. Different leagues entirely.

Join me for laughs, lightbulb moments, and maybe a tiny bit of appreciation for foam rollers. 🧘‍♂️👟