A year ago today I started working out. It was the first time since high school that I stepped foot in a gym. The athlete that I had once been was a bit scared and timid to walk into a fitness class or lift weights...I wasn’t that person anymore. I was 15 years older, had given birth to four children, and assumed that my days of being athletic and fit were behind me. I did it mainly to be an accountability partner for a friend. I also thought it couldn’t hurt...as far as giving me more energy and helping me to be healthier. After my first workout class, I couldn’t walk down the stairs in my house without the railing for A SOLID WEEK. I felt 90 years old! Once I got past that point, I didn’t want to give up- as I knew that starting was the hardest part. I had to keep moving forward and improving...any step forward was progress!! Little did I know twelve months ago, that this year would be the hardest, most trying year to date of my life. But God knew. Exerci...