This is what our four year old says. I love it. My husband and I say it now – a lot.
Today started out rough. I woke up with the sore throat that is going around the house. I didn’t want to get up and make breakfast and clean and be an adult. This was the thought in my head as my feet hit the floor – I can’t want it. Which means; I don’t want to.
But, life moves on at its own pace, whether I’m ready or not.
Then, as the day progressed, something happened…
So, I sit here, throat still sore, looking at a laundry basket that is taunting me as I write, and I can say that today was a good day.
My nine year old accomplished a tremendous feat.
My four year old learned how to take a shower, and was so proud of herself.
My twelve year old did a workout in the basement that made him feel awesome, and he made some good choices today that made him feel like a man.
And my thirteen year old took the dog running, because he wanted to.
I am so proud.
Today was a good day, even if I didn’t start off on the right foot.
Run happy. Run long.
Amy is an ultramarathoner and triathlete, a coach, a mother of four, an Exercise Physiologist and a Physical Therapist. She lives with her husband, Dan (also an ultramarathoner and triathlete), and kids in Ohio.