Friday, February 08, 2013
Not because I had accomplished some amazing feat like jogging for 10 min, or accomplishing 13.1 miles. NO, I cried because the realization of a goal not accomplished.
13 months ago I set the goal to be in ONEderland by the time my Senior son (at that time a Junior) had his last home high school Varsity basketball game. At the time of that goal I weighed 310.2lbs.
January 2012, my two boys (Junior and Sophmore) and me
April of last year I fell off track. Tried several times to struggle back onto the path but never quite succeeded.
This morning, as I did my assigned half marathon workout, I sobbed! It hit me that today was/IS the day and I haven't made it to my goal, Not even close! I was surprised at the extent of emotion that came flooding out of me, with tears flooding and chest gulping.
It was cleansing AND a wake up call (how many do I need to add to the list?) This day was going to come no matter what I did. It was up to me to make that dream, the goal, a reality!
I lost site of that vision. Lost site of putting me first.
So tonight, at the beginning of the Varsity game, I'll be escorting my talented, handsome son. I won't be in ONEderland but I will walk tall and be proud of ME, who I am and what I have done and WILL do!
Tonight I'll be walking on that court at 290.6. 19.6lbs less than when I set my goal.