51 weeks... and counting.
Last weekend, I hit a milestone in my journey.
I drove two hours away to visit my husband and his relay team at Eagle Up - the 24 hour ultra race that is my 2025 goal. It's an amazing event that I look forward to every single year. And, this year, I was worried that I was going to miss it.
But, I strapped on my pretty purple brace, cued up some Hadestown, and set out for the day. I was ready with snacks, a midpoint to stop, and a beautiful sunny day. I told myself that if I got a half an hour out and it was too much, I would turn around and come home.
You all know that didn't happen.
I made it the full two hours there, hung out with the team for a few hours, and then drove myself back home.
I was in some pain when I got home and definitely ready to lay on the couch and continue my binge of Grey's Anatomy.
It was totally worth it.
Not only did I get to cheer on Mike and his team, but I was also reminded of THE GOAL. Of being able to run again. And be active. And participate from the field rather than the sidelines.
It helped to fuel the miles. And remind myself that there is more to my recovery than just sit and stands. More than just being able to go up and down my stairs. More than getting back to work.
It's about LIVING within the flame. Not watching from the sidelines.
It's about being part of the world. Not watching it happen.
One of my favorite Garth Brooks songs reminds us that "life is not tried it's just merely survived if you're standing outside the fire."
I'm done standing outside the fire. It's time to take some chances and start living again.
P.S. - I also hit this milestone. Not bad for 90% of the year being post injury.
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