Horse Face Strikes Again

Back in the day when I ran cross country, every time my parents would see me run by my mom would worry that something was seriously wrong with me because I looked like I was in pain. My dad would reassure her that I was fine and that I just looked like that when I run.

The grimace on my cute little mug was lovingly called the "horse face."

I kind of thought that maybe I had outgrown the "horse face," but apparently not. Today while I was working out Ethan in a very concerned voice said, "be happy momma." I replied, "I am happy." Ethan then asked, "then why are you making that face?"

I had no idea I was making a face, hope little E isn't traumatized for life! His little comment made me giggle for the rest of my workout.

Beware the horse face!