Getting Back On....boy it's HARD!!
Jul 20, 2010I haven't blogged since the weekend prior to Half Marathon weekend. I went, as planned, and was stoked along with being a little scared. I began @6am on June 12th attempting my first Half Marathon. By mile 3 mark I could feel what was a big blister beginning to form on my right foot. I stopped into the medical tent and had my foot wrapped by a physical therapist. She applied some gel blister protectors to 2 areas of my foot before wrapping it. I soldiered on. The air was heavy and thick with humidity that day. Mid June temperatures in Mississippi make it miserable just to be outdoors. There were times I felt like I couldn't push forward because of the heat but I kept going. By the time I made it to the 9 mile mark the blister had become enormous, popped, and was unbearalbe. I had to throw in the towel. I stopped and asked for someone to call for a ride to take me back the the tent where my
I cried for so many reasons. The number one reason was the feeling of failure. I am always hard on myself and this was no exception. Everyone said "You did great! You made it to 9 miles with a blister like that?" All I could feel was sadness and defeat. Along with this huge defeat I had also met someone and allowed them into my life. The night after I didn't finish the marathon was the last time I saw or heard from that person. Talk about a punch in the gut!! Needless to say, I wallowed in my self pity for quite some time. I made some really bad decisions and got way off track with my exercise and eating habits. THEN, a dear friend I have known since age 12 passed away after a long 8 month battle with Leukemia. Yet another punch in the gut. I began eating hamburgers and ice cream like I never had surgery. I was a wreck and was falling apart.
Last Monday I packed my gym bag and put it into my car when I left for work. I also had an appointment with my therapist that afternoon. I spilled it all and put everything on the table. I left there with the resolve to push through the negativity I had allowed myself to be overcome by. On July 12th I put on my tennis shoes for the first time since the Half Marathon day. I went to the gym and was late for a friend's birthday dinner but I wasn't going to lose momentum. I made it to the gym 3 days last week. I also had a fill done last week while in New Orleans for a concert. I had more energy and felt better this past weekend than I have in the past month. I mowed grass and spent time with friends and my baby brother. It was a wonderful weekend.
I have made it to the gym yesterday and today and I plan to go to the gym 2 more days this week. I weighed this morning and I have lost 5 lbs. THANK YOU JESUS...I AM BACK ON TRACK !!!!!!!!!!!!