One thing I noticed today as I was sleep training our 5 month old son, Liam, and potty-training our 23 month old daughter, Haris, they were both crying (no tears, plenty of noise)…
The all time favorite game that every adult knows to play and that every baby loves. Haris loves this game, she even likes to hold the cover up over her face and hide. It’s quite cute and lots of fun…but actually I learned something.
I have a strong dislike for running…what don’t I like about it exactly? I’m not sure, and I don’t settle into the rhythm until around 10 minutes. The first 10 minutes, I’m talking myself into it. Lol! I don’t like, that I dislike running.
I am not physically incapable of performing the task by far. I’m healthy, and in good shape. Mentally, I’m just like, “ugh!” And where did I learn to associate “ugh” with running?
I feel like an athlete that started running with this blog at a steady pace, while running, someone put weights in my hands, I kept running, and then there were hurdles on the track. The first step is a hard one, but to keep going is equally as hard, if not harder.