While I often focus on job or business-related themes in my blog posts, the reality is that I have radically changed the way I view work and life.
I'm approaching two years at my goal weight and have built what I hope are lifelong habits for disciplined, healthy eating and exercise. I've relegated my career to a job that I leave at the end of the day. I still enjoy it and try to give it a good effort, but my job no longer defines me the way it did in the past.
We are all becoming someone different, but I am becoming someone different intentionally rather than becoming someone different simply because life happens and time passes. I am just as committed to my marriage and faith as the old me -- if not more so, but the new me is happier and more able to let go of the things I cannot control. And the new me loves to run.
For me, running isn't always glorious but it is always worth it; All of it, from the ugly feet to the achy bits. I don't think my joy of running is the endorphins because some runs don't feel good at all; rather I think it is the understanding that I've seen something through, despite the difficulty, that makes it worthwhile. And then, sometimes the runs are glorious, endorphins abound and I feel unstoppable.
I've signed up for two races this year to celebrate turning 50. I will run a 10k in September and a half-Marathon in November. I'm excited. I'm already easily running 7 miles so, unless I get injured, the 10k should be fine. It is the half that is my stretch goal. What a change that is from my old stretch goals. This one is dependent
on me; my health, my discipline, rather than on others seeing my worth.
I find it intimidating and yet, as I visualize the run and see myself finishing, with Gordy there at the finish line, it will absolutely be worth every tired, pained stride. Because even though this post has a lot of "I," "me" and "my" in it, the fact is that my running, while accomplished alone, is a "we" activity. My successes are "we" successes.
Throughout all of my changes, Gordy has been my constant companion and encourager, my love and best friend. I would lose everything if, by over-committing to new goals, I were to jeopardize that first commitment to love, honor and obey (yes, I did say, "Obey,") my best friend.
Old goals - marriage, faith
New goals - 10k, half-Marathon