Last night I made my way to step aerobics with the anticipation of flailing about like I do every week, out of breath and feeling like crawling into a hole and dying. Okay, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, perhaps with a dramatic flare…but the truth is that since Tyler was born(January 2009), I have done little to nothing in the way of getting back in shape. The first exercise class that I went to just a few weeks ago was pure torture. I walked in and saw women 3 times my age and thought to myself, “Well, this should be easy enough”. Ha! A few minutes into the class, I thought I might die. Okay, a tad dramatic again… but REALLY. Frequent water breaks, frequent standing there trying to figure out what my feet should be doing, and frequent breaths. Really frequent breaths. Since you now probably think that I must be writing this from the grave, I should clarify that it did not in fact kill me. In fact I survived and am alive and well while typing this. I am even happier to say that last night was quite possibly a turning point. You see, supposedly she worked us even harder than before, yet I only reached for my jug of water twice in 45 minutes, my feet were for the most part doing what they were supposed to(even my hands were keeping up!), and my breathing was not so much like a dog in the heat of summer. Oh, and at the end when we were doing the one thing that I hate to do because it makes me feel like my arms are on fire? I didn’t wuss out and drop my arms before I was supposed to. I kept at it and worked through the pain. It was exhilarating. You see, the past 3 weeks or so, I kept at it even when it was not easy. Have I been sore at times? Sure. Is it worth it in the long run? Absolutely.

Here is to all of you that might have something less than easy that you are pushing through. Will you be sore? Probably. Will it be worth it? Absolutely.

Keep on keepin’ on. Happy Friday! : )