Confession: forty is truly just a number
Then I woke up this morning. Haha.
The pain was in my left hip. I laughed. Sign from God? Or just a Combo of all the birthday fun?
I sided with fun.
I felt a bit awesome yesterday. It was how I wanted to say hello to forty. By proving to myself that I haven’t lost my love of activity. I have found myself loving the feeling of accomplishing my activity goals.
As the distance hit 3.1 I did a little fist pump while hitting the cool down button. I was convinced that I would still be obsessing about the time today.
Confession: I’m not.
I truly was stoked that I was only 7min off. Surgeon and GP told me it could be almost a year to feel ‘normal’ again. Thing is, I don’t ever remember being normal to begin with.
Most people don’t expect me to do the things I do. They don’t see me doing Zumba, until they take a class with me. They wouldn’t think I could run a 5k. Sure, I wasn’t fast and didn’t run the whole thing, but I finished it running.
So, now I need to figure out what’s next. What’s the next great thing to do? I have my first race next year already paid for, and am deciding what else I want to accomplish.
For now, I’m having a rest day and enjoying quiet time today.