I don’t know where to begin when it comes to speaking this year. Nothing went as I had expected when I made those resolutions and goals 365-ish days ago.
There were injuries….15-ish days into the year I was taken out with a nasty Achilles tendonitis. Then there was my undiagnosed hernia that started up in June and is still causing me grief.
There were hard times, with my grandfather (who actually would’ve celebrated his 90th birthday today) getting sick and passing away…and being their to help and support my grams through this new stage in her life.
There were fun times….like surfing in Hawaii or winning entries into and running the Tower of Terror 10 Miler with Lindsey in Orlando this past October.
There were times of victory, when I PR’d by a whole minute at the Toronto Yonge Street 10K race or the one training run I ran when I ran 10 miles in about 80 minutes.
There were times of frustration. Like when I tried to get my Sub 1:50 goal at two different races and each race was an epic, confidence ruining failure.
There were moments of pride, like when I watched my grams finish her first 10K or when we ran/walked her second 10K, one week after her 80th birthday, where she PRd by 22 minutes AND won her age group.
There were laughs. Talking about “Sanchez” in Hawaii with my friend’s husband after one too many cocktails. Even thinking about it now, I giggle.
There were new nieces and nephews that I got to share cuddles with.
There were pounds lost and then gained.
Self compassion, self esteem and the ability to set boundaries were also gained. The importance’s of the “I shoulds…” decreased.
My courage and excitement and anticipation for what is to come, be it good or bad, in 2015 is at an all time high. Come and get me 2015–I am ready and waiting!