What I am made of...

Today was another day of running, but for some reason I was extremely tired. I usually try to run an hour two to three times a week so my body is used to this physical activity. Maybe I didn’t get enough food or rest this morning or maybe the gym was too hot! Anyhow, as I reached thirty minutes every muscle in my body felt like they were going to explode. To get some energy I turned my Kirk Franklin CD on blast, drank water, and forced myself to keep going.

When I looked at the clock again only two minutes had pasted and I was starting to lose my breath and the sweat was pouring. When it comes to working out I always push myself to the limits. I continued onwards thinking happy thoughts. That worked for another ten minutes but once again my body wanted to quit. I was about to stop the treadmill when I thought of my mother.

My mother always encourages me to stay fit. She is 48 years old, about to be 49 this summer, and continues to work out 3 times a week. She lifts, runs/walks on the treadmill, and does the Stairmaster every time she exercises. Whenever I call her or she calls me, she tells me about her workout routine to push me to keep exercising.

Furthermore, my mom is going back to school for a bachelors degree and eventually a PhD in Psychology at her age. If she could do that I knew that I could finish running for another fifteen minutes on the treadmill. I pressed onwards did my sixty minutes and was extremely happy that I accomplished my goal (even though I had to sit down for fifteen minutes to catch my breath and I am still sore).

As I am making the transition from America to Bulgaria (i.e., packing, throwing things away, planning, reflecting), I am realizing that my mama is what I am made of! She has always loved to travel, she is crazy at times, and she is very independent. I don’t think I would be who I am today with out her influence in my life. My mama is a powerhouse!!!! Although she always worries about me being away from home, she respects me enough to let me do what I want to do. I love her for this. Maybe I should have posted this message on Mother’s Day. O well, I just had this revelation today.

Mama if you are reading this blog let it be known that you are appreciated!!!!! Can you send me some money (hehehhehehe)?

Running on the treadmill,

Crystal

My Mother at "the Black Graduation" at DPU 2004.