So I love running, I do.
I love getting up super early on a Saturday and running for three hours. I love going for coffee after and laughing about whatever ridiculous thing happened during the run… like the Santa Claus walking down 13th, or the number of times Kara fell, or the fact that we sang the entire theme song to Fresh Prince of Bel Air out of nowhere and we all remembered all the words. I’m thankful to the Joggin Babes who kept me going… ps – we didn’t name ourselves the joggin babes… some kind stranger once yelled out “Hey, it’s the Joggin Babes!” and though creepy - at that point we needed that support-so the name stuck.
That being said… I hope I continue to run after this marathon… who knows what will happen and if I’ll continue with full marathons… or if I’ll stick to halves. I am SO happy I did it… BUT I am ready to have my life back.
I’m ready for my pants to fit again. I didn’t realize my thighs would get so huge. I thought they’d get small and cute… wrong.
I’m ready to say Yes, I can attend that function…
I’m ready to go to the gym and do something other than run.
I’m ready to STOP eating bananas.
I’m ready to stop worrying if my toenails will turn black or fall off (neither happened).
I’m ready to start drinking mimosas at 9 am on a Wildcat Saturday.
I’m ready to not spend a weekend lying under bags of frozen vegetables. From my experience- Brussels sprouts work best.
I’m also ready to finish this as a thank you to all my friends and family who have stood by me and supported me the entire way. More than anything I’ve learned that I am one lucky girl. I can’t believe how many amazing people I have in my life.
I’m ready to cross the finish line....
and then drink a really big, ice cold beer.