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Happy 4th!!

Happy birthday, America!!  I've had several blog post ideas floating around in my head, but after yesterday I'd like to post about my day.

I went to work while most everyone else had the day off for the holiday.  I don't mind going to work, I care for a family with children with special needs and their grandparents.  I went swimming.  It was an easy day.  But, I was feeling down.

I received a text message from my sister in law that said "one day at a time."  At the moment she sent it, I was beating myself up for missing my morning wod.  I had just come in from walking the dog, so she reminded me that hey, you got a walk in.

I went throughout my day, still feeling gloomy but trucking through.  My husband posted adorable pictures of my son at the zoo and I felt bad for missing Mommy time.  Oh, and my Aunt Flo is coming for a visit soon so you can imagine my female hormones were all over the place as well.

Then I text my coach.  We've been on opposite training schedules so I haven't seen her in awhile.  She reminded me that "it's a process" and "we'll get there."

I get home from work, spend glorious time with my son and my husband.  The plumber came so we can now shower without ending up with ankle deep water in the tub.

And then my other coach texts.  I tell him I've lost my mojo.  He says, "no you haven't.  You  just misplaced it.  It's by the door at 5a, grab it and get in  your car."  And I just took a deep breath.  All three of these people reached out to me yesterday just when I needed it most and I'm so thankful for my village.  Cause this changing and becoming an athlete thing takes a village.

I had to work today as well so I missed the 4th of July hero wod.  But I did get a doggie walk in and I have a date with my workout partner for Monday morning at 530a.  And I'm going to not bail, and I'm going to remember that it's a process and that I'll get there.

Now, go eat some cake!!  'Murica!!

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