I had a great plan in January to get my life back on track. I was gonna do it. Making changes here and there in positive directions, trying to move all of me towards my goals. Sometimes, that really is easier said than done....
I fell and severely injured my foot. Ended up wearing a boot / brace for close to 2 months.
Had a family illness that demanded my time and energy.
My car decided that it needed a total makeover to pass inspection.
I completely destroyed the budding relationship that I was in.
And of course, Gypsy season was starting up.
Sometimes, the universe just doesn't play very fair. I came entirely too close to cracking under all this pressure. Through the grace of God and some very amazing friends that would not let go of my hand no matter how hard I tugged, I struggled through.
In the middle of May I received a phone call asking me to go back to the job where my fitness journey began. I looked at the big picture, comparing my current job with the old job and all the positives and negatives involved with each. It did not take me long to figure out that I would be very interested in going back to the old job and get a second chance with my fitness journey.
I am back in the gym with an energy that I haven't felt in ages (also a really weird debilitating soreness that follows me home from the gym... lol). My recovery from my foot injury will be a very long road until I am anywhere near the 12:30 pace of my race last year.
I am getting my dietary choices back on track slowly.
I know I have a long road ahead of me, but you know what. As long as I don't quit, then I can't fail!!!
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