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Four years ago I woke up and realized that I had to change my life. It may sound silly, but that's exactly what happened. There were no New Year's resolutions, life altering motivations or ultimatums, just an overnight fire in my belly to change. I woke up with hope.
I had hit the dreaded forties, gained weight and lost my passion for just about everything...I had given up. My job to raise Sweetpea was wrapping up but instead of dreaming of all of the fun things my new-found freedom could bring, I was trying to figure out how to sell my house since I was having trouble getting up and down the stairs.
Then one morning I woke up and decided to take a walk.
Then walking turned into...
Once I started running, I didn't want to stop. I was like Forrest Gump ... I just kept going.
For four years, I ran every race I could run including my first half marathon last February. It was an incredibly emotional race for me. I didn't set any records but I finished. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that running had many benefits...increased energy, enthusiasm about life and a 90 pound weight loss.
Then a few months ago when Sweetpea moved away, I stopped- the fire was extinguished. I have slowly gained almost half the weight I lost, but I woke up this morning with that familiar spark. I am ready to find my stride and pick up the pace. I am learning to have faith in the race and grace in the finish.