Working out is hard. It is really hard.
Whether your a mother of 1, 5 or no children, it can be daunting trying to fit in your daily exercise.
Today felt especially hard for me. I have a 5k I am signed up for the end of September. It is to support my daughters therapy center, and lets just say I haven’t been doing to hot on the preparatory runs. At this point, every run I can fit in counts.
My goal? To finish without stopping.
Today I realized that all, yes ALL, my children will be with me for the run.
Did you hear me right?
ALL 5 KIDS WILL BE WITH ME AT MY RUN.
Today I decided I will slightly test the boundaries and our entire family of 7 went out on a run.
This ended up being an uphill battle.
My 6 year old spent the entire time complaining while I pushed the 4 month old in my stroller. Our 8 year old didn’t complain once, but she couldn’t run very far and called it quits on her aunt who was with her. The 11 year old was off running with my husband and the 2 year old in the stroller.
I looked up at the large hill, known as Mount Trashmore, and thought this is the literal mountain I need to climb in a month to get through this race.
If you were in this position what would you do?
I will tell you what I did.
I climbed that mountain.
The race will get done. I am not sure how just yet, but I will complete it!
God puts mountains in our path to grow and stretch us. He doesn’t want us to quit. He wants us to climb the mountain. Whether it is at a sprint or at a crawl, we need to keep climbing.
“I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”