You Got to Keep on Moving . . .

Like I said, Mr. T. worked hard. 

When my older sister and I were kids, our hardworking parents drilled the coveted Midwestern work ethic into us through a number of ways. In particular, I recall my mom telling us in the wee hours of the morning when we woke up that if we would just work hard until noon, we could have the rest of the day to ourselves.

The dark-haired one in the middle held our attention. 

I have no idea what we did for the rest of the day. I do know that even to this day, my sister and I both have a great work ethic before noon and a truly difficult time finding our focus after noon.

On the particularly difficult mornings when we had possibly been out too late and Mom wanted to give us some extra motivation, she would break into Matthew Wilder's tune "Break My Stride." I can still hear her singing to us: "You've got to keep on mooooving." (If you have no idea of what I'm talking about or want to find a tune that will stick in your head forever, check out the Solid Gold video here. Warning: you cannot unsee what you've seen.)

I have no idea what my uber-conservative mother was doing listening to Matthew Wilder.

Mom's tune popped into my head as I thought about this past week. Mr. T.'s IM training is continuing to amp up, and the kids both played in their first soccer game on Saturday. Tired bodies fell into bed Saturday night. Exhausted bodies. Mine included.

Jason put in a big bike and run in three days' time: 80+ miles on the bike on a trainer (thanks to our lovely South Dakota winds) and a 13.5-ish mile run battle 33mph winds for a portion of it.

The nearly-five-year-old went airborne whenever he saw the ball.
We have no idea why. 

Ever the slacker (and proud of it), I muddled through a nine-mile long run Friday with some friends. This half marathon a few weeks away is going to look interesting, to say the least. I also, as promised, put in some strength training. No single part of my body (sans my mind) thanked me for those workouts.

Training here ain't for the faint of heart.

As far as soccer goes, we're still not too sure who won the games. And as far as we know, our kids did because they are such studs (we're a little biased).

Meanwhile, another big week of training looms in front of Jason, and, vicariously, the family as well. We can handle it, though. If there's something we've learned over the past year and a half, we just need to keep on moving.

Ain't nothing gonna break our stride. Ain't nothing gonna slow us down. Oh no. We've got to keep on moving . . .

Forgive me.