Yesterday was so hectic and a workout didn’t seem doable but something kept pulling me towards Hoover Dam for the stairs. ** If you’re not familiar with “The Hoover Stairs” two flights of stairs flank the dam… it’s about 105 stairs up and a killer workout.
I changed clothes in the parking lot (sorry for the indecent exposure) and set out for stair repeats. After each set I started doing a few moves in the grass. During plank (and while feeling like I wanted to stop) I saw the tiniest four leaf clover.
My mom had a knack of finding four leaf clovers and would have said this one was perfect because it was so small and slightly torn – she always valued “imperfections”.
I smiled and said thanks mom and took my butt back up the stairs.
The next round, in a completely different spot, I looked down and saw another and another, and another to the point that I was giggling in excitement.
I took the first two and left the rest for others to find some luck.
This poem seems so fitting ❤ always