We are halfway done and I am questioning what is wrong with me.

I can’t breathe, I feel like I have been run over with a truck, and I am dreaming of watching a movie while sitting on my couch.

“THIS is fun?” I am quietly asking myself.

“Why do I think killing myself is fun?”

I know the answer of course.

I like the challenge but I also like seeing my husband pushing himself right beside me.

In the struggle to make it to the top I feel like we get closer.

Our goal’s align and we are both fighting for the same thing.

To finish and finish well.

That is what I want as the main goal in our marriage.

To finish well.

I want to fight with him to get to the top. It would be so much harder to get up that mountain if we were pushing each other down or trying to do it on our own.

We have been working on climbing this mountain for 9 years today.

For some reason I thought I would be at the top by now but I now know I have a ways to go.

That is okay though.

The harder the climb the sweeter the finish.