We had been working outside all day and Baby Guy had finally been worn out enough, I went and laid down with him for his nap. Once he was asleep, I rolled away and went back outside to finish up. After about 45 minutes, he woke up almost as if he had had a nightmare. Shaking, crying, all the things. 

I'd like to think that for all the triathalons, Half-Marathons (okay, just 1 of those), and Spartan races I've done, that I have spent a lot of my life working out.

I’ll be honest, I haven’t ever been great about Come Follow Me study. I’ve been off and on, hit, lots of misses, and now we’re in 2026. I’ve made it a goal this year to study every night, even just for a few minutes in the special “journal edition” CFM manual I bought myself for extra support (pro-tip: it's working!). 

I remember going on some pretty amazing trail rides as a kid. Sometimes they were nice, easy rides; not too steep, nothing too crazy. But sometimes, they were bush-whacking, branch-breaking, skin-cutting adventures. They were exhilarating and I have grown to crave me a good, hard ride ... but as a child, I was terrified.