Yesterday Griffin wanted to go to Nonna and Poppa's cabin the minute we woke up. We told him that he'd have to wait because I needed to get a run in first. He wanted to know why, and I told him so that I needed to practice so that I would be ready for my race. Then he asked if I was going to win the race. I chuckled, no I wasn't going to win the race. He asked me if I was going to be sad. No, I wasn't going to be sad, I didn't think I'd win the race, I just want to finish the race. Kinda like our struggle to grow our family. I don't care about "winning", I just want to finish. Then he asked, "What if you do win the race?" I told him the truth, I KNOW I won't win, and that's OK.
I'm running the race for myself, it's on my heart.
One thing is for sure, I'll be a happy gal when I cross that finish line. And, I'll take the blisters, sore muscles and exhaustion that comes with it.