It's been five years in the making and I'm almost there. This fall (undetermined date) I will join the ranks of black belt in Muay Thai Kickboxing. I am quite proud of myself as there were times that I just wanted to give it all up. For the majority of my training, I would bring Ben to class with me. That was a workout in itself. I would carry him in to the Dojo, place him on the floor and then run back to my car and lug in his big beanbag. Then I would lift him into the beanbag and carefully situate him so that he was comfortable. Then I would train for an hour and do it all over again in reverse. Rain, sleet, snow and sun he was there with me. When I got pregnant two years ago I decided I was done training. I couldn't imagine doing it with a new baby. Then I lost the baby. My instructor wouldn't let me NOT return, so I went back. Then I got pregnant again. Even after I lost another baby I was done. Then my mom and husband convinced me to go back which I gratefully did. Then Ben died. I wanted to quit again. But Ben wouldn't let me. Not after all the hours that HE put into going with me. :) Now I'm getting ready. It's a long, rigorous test. (8 hours of continuous physical testing) I've decided to give up sweets until then and to start running again. I'm hoping I'll be prepared. There is a part during the ceremony where we will get to dedicate all our hard work and effort to and I know exactly who that will be.
(I'm leaving for the weekend to go camping with my girls. I'll be back with some fun pictures on Monday night. Have a great and safe holiday weekend!)