Just got back in from my very last training run. It was kind of bittersweet. This marks the end of a 6 month journey to change my life. And change has definitely come. I’ve lost 32 lbs over this period of time. I’ve gained muscle and endurance and stamina. My cardiac function is better than ever, blood pressure is great, and my body has healed itself of the damage inflicted during my pregnancy.
But even more important than the physical stuff, I feel like I’ve found myself again. The strong-minded, capable, somewhat quirky person who believes in herself. The person that maintains her sense of humor at all times. That might be the biggest victory from this whole journey. It’s a process and I still have a ways to go, but I’m happy again. And that is priceless.
So I guess that’s why it felt a little bittersweet turning down the corner onto our street and sprinting to my driveway. I felt like I was finishing the last page of an amazing chapter in my life. The pain, the sweat, the endless miles… they’ve been therapeutic. Healing. Sometimes funny. Always an adventure. And everyone knows I love a good adventure.
The training is done. I’m all packed and ready to go. All that’s left is to go run.
And I will run. Because I want to show my son that drive and determination are good things. Because I want to prove that even if you aren’t good at something, it doesn’t mean you can’t find a way to get it done. Because I owe it to myself. Because I can.
And when I wake up Sunday morning, it’ll be time to start a new chapter. Find a new adventure. For the first time in quite awhile, I’m excited to see what’s around the corner.