This morning’s laughter started early here. Which is always a good way to begin the day! To be honest, I was so sleepy when I woke up that I’m not really sure what happened was all that funny. But it certainly got me going, so I’ll take it.
Despite waking up before my alarm clock went off this morning I just laid in my bed until the last possible minute. Libs usually gets herself up, but I always make sure she is up by a certain time. She has a range of when she likes to get up. But because I didn’t want to get up, I pushed it to the very end.
Now, I have been known to wake my kids up in silly ways, with songs, etc. but today was not one of those days. I had one job to do in my groggy state and that was to tell Libs what time it was and that she needed to get up and start getting ready for school. No fun or funniness planned just sharing some pertinent information. And that is exactly what I did … and then I immediately started laughing.
LIBBY LU, IT’S 6:42!
OK, maybe it’s not that funny to randomly find yourself rhyming when you are wide awake and it’s the middle of the day. But it sure was when I could hardly keep my eyes open! Libs just looked at me and shook her head. I’m sure deep down she thinks I waited until that exact time, just so I could say it that way. But I promise, I didn’t! I guess after 17 years of waking my kids up with laughter, being funny just seems to come naturally.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you sound like a line in a Dr. Seuss book!!!
I’m not sure that I will ever be able to describe just how happy I have been since Sunday. I feel like I finally have ALL of my life back back on track. And I can’t seem to stop feeling all the wonderful feels that go with it!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you are still smiling!!!
Trying to jump back into normal life after running a marathon is not a pretty picture. Alarm clocks continue ring early. People still need to eat. And laundry doesn’t do itself. But that’s OK with me, because it all reminds me of why I push myself so hard.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you stay strong for the ones you love most!!!
I have been happily overjoyed and grinning ear to ear almost all day. Yesterday was everything I needed! But I am also sore from head to toe. Literally everything attached to me hurts. My movements slightly resemble that of the tin man from the Wizard of Oz. HA! But seriously, I can’t get up without help. I can’t make any sudden movements without cringing. Stairs are NOT my friends. God forbid I drop anything on the floor, because no matter what it is, it will suddenly be meaningless to me.
Well, I hope you all have a day where things aren’t dead to you!!!
One year, 7 months and 10 days after getting sick with meningitis again, I ran a full marathon! All my fears that this part of my life were over are behind me now. And despite feeling pretty beat up physically at the moment, I feel FABULOUS !
Well, I hope you all had a day where you DID IT!!!
It’s race WEEKEND! I can’t believe it’s finally here. I am riddled with emotions. So much so that I used the word RIDDLED in a sentence! I don’t think I’ve ever done that before, HA!But it fits. I AM PIERCED WITH ALL THE FEELS. God bless my sweet friend who has graciously opened her home to me the next two days and has offered to keep me sane. Good Lordy, she has her work cut out for her.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you are full of fear and excitement!!!
I want to say all of this today, since tomorrow I will just be too busy (and scattered). My heart is so vested in these words that I fear that if I start crying that I might not stop. So if I wrote them tomorrow that would be bad because Sunday is race day.
This will be the first full marathon I will run since I got sick. I’ll be fighting a lot of demons out there Sunday. Yes, I can run. I’ve proved that time and time again. BUT can I run THAT distance again? Do I still have what it takes? I honestly and fearfully don’t know.
But with the love, support, guidance and encouragement of my family, friends and doctors, I get to find out. It’s a miracle I have been given this chance again. And I do not take any of it for granted. It is because of these incredible souls that I am even willing to try.
It’s hard to put yourself out there like this. REAL hard. Even under the best and healthiest of circumstances it takes all you have. Being knocked down physically has only made this task more difficult and one of the biggest mental challenges I have ever faced. But I promised myself something years ago when I took a chance on running seriously again. If I do this, I won’t give it up. I wouldn’t do that to my heart again. Running matters to me. It is the part of me that propels me into a fearlessness that I have never know otherwise. And I don’t want to let it go. Not ever.
The point of all my emotional rambling (HA!) is to publicly thank each and every person who has walked through this season of life with me. The season that robbed me of so much, but gave me back even more than I could have ever imagined.
SO without further adieu … to those beautiful souls who have cheered me on, from those first steps that I took with my walker, to the start line this Sunday morning … I humbly and genuinely thank you for believing in me. I couldn’t have done all of this without all of you.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you feel eternally grateful!!!
I just downloaded about 12,000 pictures from my phone to my computer. I wish I was kidding about that amount but I’m not. I also wish it didn’t take as FREAKING long as it did. Oy!
Well, I hope you all have a day where there are minutes in your life that you CAN get back!!!
Scattered. Scattered. Scattered. I’d like to say that this just describes George’s things from college strewn about our entry way … but it also slightly describes my mind today.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you stay focused!!!
This morning I ran an easy 3-miler. It will be the last time I run until race day. You would think this “easy” run would, in fact, be EASY. But it’s not. These last few miles I have come to call the “hypochondria miles”. The last of my tapering drama insanity nutso-ness is summed up in what are truly the final steps of my marathon training. I worry about every feeling I … um … feel.
Why does my Achilles feel that way? OH MY GOD IT MUST BE A TEAR!
Why am I breathing like that? MY LUNG MUST HAVE COLLAPSED.
Does my heart usually do that? YES, YES IT BEATS.
Is this harder than it should be? MY GOD ITS ONLY 3 MILES! HOW CAN I POSSIBLY MAKE IT ANOTHER 23.2?!?!
Good Lordy, I literally have to tell myself to SHUT UP and just RUN.
Well, I hope you all have a day where everything doesn’t hurt and you don’t think you’re dying!!!