You know those days you want capture in your mind and embed on your heart?
Today has been one of those.
It started with new workout clothes.
And a heart pounding, body beating workout. I was so sweaty when I was done, my hair was sweating.
Then, reaching a big fat milestone in my fundraising for postpartum progress. And surpassing it. (THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!!!)
Next, I hid in my bathroom to call into a internet radio program where the host had sought me out and asked me to share my story. I did. And I hate the sound of my voice when it is recorded, but the information in the program is solid and I am proud to have been part of it.
(I will put the link under the Facebook postings–I can’t get it to embed properly in this post)
Finally, I went on a bike ride with my family. The last time I went on a noteworthy bike ride was 10 years ago when hubby and I rode around Mackinaw Island just before he proposed. Bike riding has never been my strong suit. We shall never mention how old I was before I could ride without training wheels. And even after, my face kissed the pavement, my knees donated skin, way to often. So, you get the point. Hubby and I rode some before getting married and a decent amount shortly after, but then I spent like 100 years pregnant and totally lost all skills. I tried again last year and was MISERABLE. My butt hurt, my legs hurt, my arms hurt, my brain hurt, and my pride hurt. I told myself I would never get on my bike again.
Well, I have these three little girls. They love to ride their bikes. Caitlyn has far surpassed my skills and Sue is right behind her. They have been asking and begging me to ride my bike with them. Tonight, I sucked it up and said I might go with them. Hubby got my bike out. I muttered to myself, “what am I doing? Why am I getting on a bike instead of sitting on my butt in the house watching blood and mayhem shows (CSI Miami) on TV while little eyes are gone.” But it was too stinkin’ late. I had opened my big, fat mouth.
I got on the bike. I made it like two feet and my legs were ON FIRE. I wanted to quit, but that whole setting a good example for your kids and not giving up stopped me. I tried for another 6 feet. It was so horrible hubby said it would be okay if I just walked while they rode. But there was that stupid pride…I WILL set a good example even though it may very well kill me. But, I got the hang of it…and I made it a mile. And kind of want to go again tomorrow.
Today, is a day I hope to remember forever. Thank you to all of you for being part of it.Survive til you Thrive!