This Thanksgiving I poured myself a large glass of gratitude.
My glass is overflowing with gratitude for:
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- my health,
- my beautiful family (immediate and extended),
- for my friends,
- for my yoga practice and the new opportunity to teach others,
- for the warmth of my lovely home,
- the car that takes me places,
- my job,
- for the ability to love myself and others,
- for our sweet dog who is always excited to see me when I come home,
- and so much more
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I hope that your glass is overflowing with blessings and gratitude in this holiday season.
Last year, when I was in the final stage of earning my Spartan Trifecta, my brother (Robert) decided that he wanted to do the same. You should know that I am one of 4 siblings who have all lead a quite athletic lifestyle – with the exception of Robert. His desire to complete the required races to gain trifecta status would not come easy. I decided that I would accompany him on his journey, and Lil Sis (Carol) volunteered to do the same.
But it was NOT easy. His pain was palpable at times. His determination was admirable every step of the way. It was cool to hear him express his thoughts while navigating the steepest downhill sections (with some uphill thrown in for good measure) the final 5-ish miles. He wasn’t planning to do another Beast, so he was really taking in the experience. Being accepting of the pain, he took my input on how to encourage glute activation to heart.
BoBo finds a way to include his dad in the special day by wearing one of his suits which he had altered specifically for this day. This is his day to bask in our love and celebrate his hard-earned promotion to assistant management.
There we were, BoBo and I, together at the playoff game — instead of on the couch. The energy of the crowd was fabulously contagious as the players took to the ice. While our wrist bands lit up in unison, creating a marvelous dance to the music overhead. In my hand, was a small piece of wood made into an ornamental luck charm. I clutched it between my hands as they pressed together in front of my mouth. Right words: Don’t declare the win until it happens. Until it does, knock on the wood any time someone else prematurely declares the win.
As BoBo began bumming hard about the loss, coupled with how much money we had spent in order to be at that game. It was true; we’d have probably been better off saving our money and watching from home. Nonetheless, I still though that it was pretty awesome to be there watching our team play such an important game that most of the hockey teams never made it to.