One Foot In Front Of The Other

I realized today that I hit my first motivational marker. One week ago, I felt a little discouraged as I dragged my tired body and very sore legs home from my 3 mile run. Things looked very grim as I stared at the road ahead of me. 912 miles!!! How in the heck was I going to accomplish that? Well, one short week later and I am officially under the 900 mile marker!!


I had a bit of a wakeup call the other night. It was one of those moments when life stares you straight in the face and slaps you right across the cheek. As a mom, I do my best to keep myself and my emotions composed. I don’t always do a good job and I realized that in the past three weeks I haven’t done as great as a job as I had hoped. There is something wrong when your 10 year old comes up to you and tells you that she is worried about you. I was shocked when I heard those words but I also know that she was right to feel the way that she did. I don’t always realize just how much my children watch me, especially Bryanna. She is a thoughtful person with a very gentle soul. She is very observant and is always keeping a watchful eye on her loved ones. My mom mentioned to me the other night that my little girl watches my every move. My little girl admires me! When I heard these words, my eyes filled with tears. I was sad and so mad at myself because I never ever want Bryanna or Kalyssa or Travin to feel as if they have to bear the weight of our family on their shoulders. That is our job and by that I mean Jason and myself.

I made a promise to her that night that I would make things better. I made a promise to myself that I would do whatever I had to do in order to snap out of this depression phase. So, I am doing what I do best, I jumped in full force with both feet and here we are.

My new schedule looks something like this:


My kids


My morning workout


Study, Study, Study (I can’t get into the Master’s Certification Program if I don’t study for and pass all of the required tests)


My kids


My kids


If time allows a relaxing bath or maybe a little bit of enjoyable reading time and then sleep (I have been informed by my ever so cleaver 10 year old that my body needs food and sleep to survive) =)

I had a thought pop in my head, I felt so discouraged after my run on that first day. I really had no clue as to how I was going to manage to run 912 miles. Ironically enough it compares to how I felt after the kids took off their first link on their Daddy Chains. It was an exciting moment but at the same time, I looked up and saw how many more we had to go. Looking at the overall picture can be very disheartening but, I am learning that the best way to get through all of this is to just put one foot in front of the other.