I just had a great little conversation with a friend as we were walking home from kid drop-off at school. She was sharing about the rough morning she had with her oldest. She said she knew from the moment he woke up that it would be a bad one, and how proud she was that she was able to hold it together while helping him prepare. At the last minute, though, when they were about to leave the house it all blew apart...she yelled and probably said some things she regretted (at least I do in those circumstances). In my experience, these are the moments in parenting that really stink. You send your precious child (although, not really thinking that at the time) off into the big world with broken hearts (not really thinking this either).
Thus my new motto: To the degree that you hold it together with your kids, spouse, ____ (insert name here) is the degree to which you will blow it with them.
On a training note...had my first Lactate Threshold Test of the week on Tuesday. It went very well and am looking forward to number two tomorrow. I will share my interpretation of the results in a later post.
Happy Fall Day!
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