Some days are hard. Some days your body hurts. Some days you have to wrestle an 18 month old at the doctor for a well-check and shots. Some days you have three hours worth of errands to run and your 3 year old tells your she has to go to the bathroom every half hour. Some days you get home and it's all you can do to get the babies in bed for naps before you collapse into yours. Some days you can't even find the energy to unload the dishwasher and put the breakfast dishes away.
Some days you watch the clock and know nap time is almost ending. The window of opportunity is closing. So you drag yourself out of bed and onto the treadmill. And you run. Those runs are the greatest victory. Not because they were long or fast, but because you did them. Some days, that's all that matters.
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