A few nights ago, I was on Facebook and a post from a friend of mine popped up.
She had just signed up for a half marathon.
My breath caught in my throat.
Two years ago, I was on the cusp of running and completing my first (and only) half. I was in the best shape of my life.
Let me go back…just before seeing her post, I had been editing photos from my daughters first birthday. There were several of me and they were all ‘aha’ moment photos. You know, the kind where you don’t even recognize yourself. Really bad.
I mean, how sad is it that I wanted to edit myself out of all of my daughters first birthday pics?
Seeing my friends post for the half, and her invite for others to join felt like divine intervention. Like someone was throwing me a lifeline, a chance to get back to me.
Before I could over think it, I clicked through to the race page, whipped out my credit card and signed up.
And just like that, I’m going to be running a half marathon in October. The panic has set in and I’ve questioned my sanity, but I honestly need to have the fear of humiliation seared into my brain to motivate me to get my weight/health/LIFE under control. The fear of the sweeper van will push me to train.
I feel like I have a great support system…both here, with my newly formed training team, and online, with my Sisters. From time to time, I’ll probably show up here all whiny. Please feel free to verbally kick my ass.
I never knew peer pressure could be so necessary, so positive. But that’s what it took for me. And I will continue to bend to this positive influence all the way to my next finish line.