FitPrincess’s BodyBlog

Hey everyone! I’ve been wanting to write this particular blog for days now! So here it is . . . Just wanted to write a little post about my Saturday! My church annually holds a womens conference and this year our first lady (Elder Vanessa Long) concluded the conference with her 5k Run/Walk. This years 5k brought awareness to HIV/AIDS and cancer! I decided to the run months ago and wanted my mother, sister, and son to join in. My sister decided to walk . . . my mother wasn’t so sure. (I’ve been trying to get my mom to workout for a few years now . . . not too long ago she had a bone density test done and they told her she was boderline osteo . . . she asked for a workout and told me I didn’t need to say "I told you so," yet she hasn’t done much). ANYWAY, I thought it would be great for all of us to participate. When I mentioned it so my son . . . he was so thrilled . . . he’s one of the most competative human beings alive and he’s only 6! I think he kinda forgot about it . . . but when I reminded him the Wednesday before he was ready! I put him to bed early Friday, because the run started at 7am! I woke him up before the sun came up and he was not too happy with me . . . but when I reminded him why he was up so early and that it was for a good cause . . .  he started getting ready quickly. My son just knew he could run the WHOLE time, and I told him he didn’t have to but he should try! My sister and mom stayed back, because they were walking! So when the gun went off . . . so did we. I know I’m his mom, so of course I’m a little partial . . . but he did so awesome. We ran the first 1.5 miles and he had to walk for a few minutes but then told me he had caught his breathe and was ready to run again. He actually ran most of the way. His face was bright red, and he was breathing hard . . . but he kept going! We were so close to the finish line (about 3/4 of a mile left) and he told me he had to walk . . . my baby was sooooooooooooo tired! But he held my hand and I pulled him a little, but when he caught sight of the finish line he told me we had to run . . . and that we did . . . we sprinted all the way to the end! I was so proud of him . . . and you could see the excitement written all over his face! I smile everytime I think about it! In so many ways he has been my inspiration to work hard, keep going, and never give up . . . and now he is my inspiration in another way! It’s encouraging to see children love sports and competition of that type when childhood obesity is becoming so common. I feel blessed that I have a little one who loves doing push-ups with Mommy, and holding planks until we’re shaking. Darion . . . Mommy just wants to say . . . you are my true inspiration "sugar bear!" 

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