An End, a Beginning, and the Journey

Training for something like the Tough Mudder is not to be taken lightly. A person must be determined, committed, strong, and most of all a little crazy. Over the last few months I have written about my journey here. I have dealt with soreness, allergies, both good and bad weather, changing my whole life routine to make time for training, and even more soreness. I feel like I am well on my way to my ultimate goal of being a better person. I have become stronger both physically and mentally. I feel, alive. This past week, however, has been an emotional rollercoaster with new challenges to overcome and be a part of.

I was finally able to train one day last week while Mother Nature decided to cooperate again. However, training was derailed again but this time it was due to life, both the end and the beginning. With a heavy heart, I attended a funeral for a very good friend of mine’s stepmother. She was a wonderful person and the world is certainly a lesser place without her in it. My thoughts and prayers continue for the family she left behind. I hope they come to find peace through their mourning.

Any time I attend a funeral my thoughts always go back to those family and friends I have lost over the years. I have known my fair share of death through my years. I have lost close family members and friends starting at a very young age. I count my blessings though, as I have not endured the type of death that is known to those unfortunate souls born into war torn or third world countries. I long for the day that we come to know world peace; though I don’t see how it can be.

I did say my training was derailed by both the end and the beginning of life this week. My wife and I were blessed with our second child this past weekend. I am now the proud father of two wonderful sons. I can hardly explain the joy a father feels when holding his newborn child for the first time. It is hard to contemplate that someone so tiny will eventually be a grown man making decisions for himself. The strength I am gaining from my training routine will certainly help with this journey of fatherhood and parenthood I am also on. Life is certainly funny the way you say goodbye to such a wonderful person one day and then hello to a new wonderful person the next day.

Keep Movin’ friends…it’s the only way to get where you’re going!

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