I have been MIA for a very long time so here's the scoop.
I have been working overtime (imagine that! Work has been life). Also the demands for taking care of grandmother had increased. To top it off, problems with family had come up. aunt is having some health issues so now I'm helping to take care of 14yr old cousin here and there as well.
*Moment of realizing I have hit rock bottom with health*
So last week I'm at work and then boom, massive pain in lower back. Two hours later it doesn't get any better. That's when I knew I am finally done working like a maniac. Decided the following week I was no longer working all those hours. I had to drive to meet up with friend after work and have dinner ect. As I'm sitting there the pain just keeps getting worse. I go home go to bed wake up wanting to cry. I get out yoga video and force the stretch then went out and walked almost 9 miles. Helped a little. Then Monday came and I had to drive a total of 102 miles! To work, get cousin, drop him off at moms and go home. Another killer on back. So I kept up the yoga video and its slowly helping.
This morning I woke up realizing that tomorrow is first race of the year and totally forgot!!!! Obviously I have not trained at all!!! I paced apartment thinking should I even bother?????? I caught myself in the mirror and took a hard look at myself and hated what I saw. Hated how I let myself go. Doesn't matter what life has thrown at me, I chose to let this happen. I chose to give up on myself. I am at the worst shape of life. 260 pounds. I have never ever been this heavy in life. I went from 225 last yr to that! Typing this is making me cry. So then I walked to living room and stared at runners wall. All pics, and medals and in that moment I knew I couldn't pass up this race.
Three memories hit me. The warrior dash. I went into urgent care that morning with a horrible infection and was advised to stay home. But that point in life I was so fit and lost 4 dress sizes and worked so hard I needed to prove to myself I was capable of doing it. So I went and made that race bitch. lol Then there was the coco classic last February. The first race after foot injury. I had to prove to myself I could run again. Didn't matter how slow just the fact I could do it. Last but not least first half marathon. Yeah, bad moment of doing a half and proving doc wrong that I would surpass not only doing the mile he thought I never could do but a half marathon!
So what the happened???? Life, curve balls, mentality out the window. Then I thought about cousin. Hes 14 and has been through so much too. Especially at this point in his life I want him to see that there are ways to push through the hard times no matter how bad it gets, you can rise above it. Its just gonna take a hell of a lot of work to get there but the outcome is more than worth it. He doesn't know it yet, but hes going to the race with me. I'm going tomorrow!!!!! Not only to prove to myself that I still have what it takes to fight for myself, but to hopefully inspire cousin and show him that even when life tries to bring you down, you can still stand back up on your feet! I love him to pieces and I want the best life he can get and I will do anything in power to continue to show him what life has to offer.
mom said maybe I can take him on runs with me and get him started, maybe this race will be the introduction he needs and hopefully get myself a running buddy.
So heres to getting the old me back (feels like a broken record with all these years of saying this again and again) and hopefully inspire others along the way!
whelp, after writing all this I just realized, today was race day not tomorrow. I wont lie I am crushed, extremely crushed right now. For some reason I was thinking tomorrow was the 2nd not today. Fantastic. I have just officially missed first race. wow, what a quick flip of motivation to devastation.