I. am. excited.
I am also nervous. But we won't go there. We won't.
Because, you guys--I am running! A 5K! Which to me? Is a lot! And I am so excited, proud, and just all around happy about it. I still dislike running. But? I'm doing it. I'm doing it.
Last night I was on Twitter, and chatting it up with some ladies about my running playlist, about running capris, about my love for Kesha and her catchy tunes. You know, the usual. When one of my sweet friends, Aly said, "2011 has so been your year!!!"
And I have to admit. 2011? Yep. I have totally, completely, and utterly kicked 2011 in the proverbial
ass butt. I have! I mean, when I think about the fact that 2011 is coming to an end soon, I cannot.even.believe where I started. I can't.
In fact, it's making me a little teary eyed to even think about it. And that at the beginning of this year, on January 3rd, I made a conscious decision to change my life. I'm not trying to be dramatic, but ultimately, I changed my life. It was, indeed, a lifestyle change. And dang it, I am SO GLAD I DID.
I went from an overweight, unhappy-with-my-body, frumpy and unconfident person to now. And now? I'm....fit. I live an active lifestyle. I run. I'm 44lbs smaller. I'm confident. I can chase my toddler around. I can run up flights and flights of steps all.day.long in my 3-story townhouse and not get out of breath. I'm healthy. And most of all, I'm really, really happy.
And here's the part where I get sappy. (You thought I was already sappy didn't you? Oh. Just. Wait.)
I heart you guys.
I don't give my blog readers enough credit. But, sometimes? Your encouragement was what pushed me on. Sometimes, when I was running and dreading it? I remembered your words. Or the email I got from you. Or when you use humbling words like inspiration and motivation when referring to little 'ole me. I remembered that. And it kept me going for longer. It kept me running. It kept me tracking points. It kept me watching what I put in my mouth. It spurred me on.
Hear me. Please.
I so mean that. With every ounce of my being.
So, I kind of want to take you all with me, you know, in my race on Saturday. And since that's physically impossible, I want to carry a piece of all of you who supported me along the way, somehow. And it may be cheesy as hell, but I mean it.
If you've supported me, at all, along any of this journey---the weight loss, the running, whatever--please comment.
I'm following the lead of my girl Aly when she did her Triathalon this past August--and she wrote down all the names of her supporters. Anyone who sent her encouraging tweets, blog comments, calls, texts---and it gave her a lot of motivation. I want to do the same. Except, I will fold that piece of paper up with all the names and stick it in my bra. It will go with me.
That's right. Your name will be tucked up there in a special place between my ladies. But that's neither here nor there.
This is so important to me.
I honest-to-god KNOW that this will be motivating for me. No matter if I'm still feeling under the weather that day (please pray for me to get better, thanks ;)), or whether I'm fully recovered. Your support means the world.
I appreciate you all so, so, so very much.
So. Comment. If you want to, you know, come along
in my bra for my big 5K.
And again, thank you. If I could reach through my screen and hug every one of you, I would. Support, love, emails, thoughts, prayers, encouraging words....all of those things have come from you, from this little blog. And I appreciate it more than words can say.