A year and a half ago, Little Diva and I ran a one mile race together. We had a blast. Leading up to her July “A” race, she developed her own “training program”. She and Little Dude’s daycare are about a block apart. Upon pick up, she would sprint down to his building, as I followed her with the marathon mommy minivan. She would happily announce to everyone at the other building that she was training for a one mile race. And, she always beat me to our destination with a smile on her face.
Little Diva's one mile race
Well, that race was sixteen months ago. And, she still races me down to Little Dude’s building, even in the snow. This exercise is no longer a “training program”. It has become ROUTINE for her. It’s a habit. A good habit.
That got me thinking. I never use to exercise regularly. The first few times I laced up my running shoes, I had to make myself do it. It was new. It was not routine.
Now I don’t even think about it. For five years, it has been an integrated part of my daily routine. It is truly a HABIT to get on that treadmill after I have the kids in bed. It's as routine as getting up in the morning.
This is one habit that I won’t break. I hope that Little Diva doesn't either. Some habits just aren't meant to be broken.