Thirty-FIVE...
Thirty-FIVE?!? I remember thirty. And twenty-five. And twenty.
I don't feel thirty five. I guess sometimes my body doesn't perform as well as I want it to, or expect it to. I'm slowly noticing more and more gray hair. I enjoy going to bed before 10pm.
The beginning of the year is always tough for me, since my birthday is in February. Once it passes though, I move on and embrace my new age. By summertime, I will be rocking thirty five like no other! And I have alot to look forward to during this year. Thirty five, while I'm fighting it, is going to be a pretty monumental year for me.
I will run my first full marathon at the age of thirty five! I will be running my fourth half marathon. I have some pretty fun little vacations planned. And according to my horoscope, I will have some success at work.
I am finally coming to terms with running again. I think we have made peace with my long time away and I don't fight it so much. I am slowly getting my consistency back and remembering how to suffer through the spots of bother. Four years ago, I could go on a 7 mile run without taking a walk break. My brain was much stronger than right now. Yesterday I forced myself into an outdoor run in 29 degrees, windy and snowing. This is my way of reclaiming my bad ass runner chick mojo. No longer are the days of being a wimp and finding any excuse to not run.
Proof that I actually went outside yesterday. It was cold!
In the moments of suck, I think of the finish line at Marine Corp. I think of my PR that I am going to get at Rock N Roll. I think of the calories that are burning off my jiggle thighs and the muscle that is growing. I find comfort in the solitude. I listen to my stupid thoughts. I listen to my smart thoughts. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I have to stop in the middle of the road and dance to the killer beat that just came through my headphones. Of course, then I run faster in case anyone saw me.
But what really gets me through the spots of bother is Patrick. Pat is capable of anything. I can promise that if him and I had a footrace right now, he would smoke me. Type 1 diabetic and all. Dude is just as able-bodied as anyone! I am not running this marathon because he can't. I am running this marathon because he has to live with a stupid disease, a disease that kills people, a disease that dramatically changes lives. And I want to show him that I am right there with him. I don't have diabetes, but I am going to struggle like him. I am going to have to sacrifice, like him. I am going to push myself to my limits to show him that I love him. And that, even though I don't have the disease, I am fighting too.
And for those of you who read my last post, Patrick and Brittany are having a......... BOY!!!!!
#imrunningforpat
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