Saturday, May 5, 2018


"Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it what you put into it." -Oprah
This past week I finished the half marathon. Another 13.1 miles in the books.
I also accepted a job offer at a smaller company only 3.5 miles from my home.

Closing another chapter.

I ran the half marathon beside my dear friend, Kate, and it made the entire experience so much more rewarding. We're both moms of two (actually, her little one is about 6 months younger than Faye which makes her even more badass), and on some level I think we both needed to prove to ourselves we could still do it.

This was my first race since I had kids and I really felt it. My body is just different now. My feet are flat and a 1/2 size bigger. My hips never went back to normal after my SPD with Faye's pregnancy, and I still can't lay flat without my back being in excruciating pain. I'm sure not being a vibrant 20-something doesn't help, either. But Kate and I battled through the pain and the hills of Nashville and we finished. And it felt good.

The best part of the entire day was getting to see my kids and husband throughout the race and at the finish line.  I know my kiddos are too young to really register what it all meant, but I was so proud that they witnessed it. After I met up with my family at the finish line and finally sat down to enjoy my chocolate milk, Joe came up to me looking sad. He said "Mom, I'm sorry you didn't win the race." I tried to explain to him that you don't always do something just to win, but he looked at me confused. I wasn't sure how to make him understand, so instead I told him I won this special chocolate milk. He smiled, gave me a huge hug and said, "Yay mom!"

It's exciting and scary to be closing another chapter of my life and starting a new one. I keep earning battle scars along the way -- scars to remember where I've been to help me appreciate where I'm going. As always, I'm just gonna keep swimming and see where this new journey takes me.

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