When I drive my little one to school every morning, we pass by a huge high school building which every single day displays a sign that reads: Make good decisions. And every morning I repeat to my son the very same phrase: Diego, did you see that sign? "yes mama" he says. To what I reply: Never forget that son, -make good decisions. Kind of annoyed, he repeats after me: Make good decisions.
I desperately need to start exercising. My body needs it. My mind needs it. I simply know it, it is a fact, and I'm starting to feel the consequences of not being determined enough to just start an exercise routine and stick to it. Isn't that the good decision I need to make? To take care of myself? It's simple but tough. It seems easy but it's not. I read this quote a few days ago from professional runner and writer Lauren Fleshman that deeply touched my heart: "I am inspired to run because it builds me up and breaks me down. It’s a storyline within the greater storyline of my life, a parallel plot line with it’s own pulse. In pursuit of my potential, I have to look in the mirror and both face my weaknesses and identify and build on my strengths. I have to own my decisions to make progress. Running etches character into us in these ways." ..........and so I signed up for my first month of yoga. The good decisions I make about my body will positively affect my mind and ultimately they will teach my son that making good decision is the way to go.
