Have you ever sat down to read a good book, only to realize
that 3 hours later, you’ve already devoured 5 chapters worth of introduction,
plot development, and imagery? How is that I’ve managed to lose myself so
quickly in 2014, finding 5 chapters gone in this book of the coming year? I
swear I just finished reading everyone’s New Year’s blog posts on resolutions
and goals, feeling inspired by what others might do so that I can better shape
and plan my own endeavors. Has the month of January—the month of endless
Starbucks drinks and cloudy days—really come to an end?
I suppose it’s too late to post my New Year’s hopes and
dreams for 2014. I suppose you might think the time for dreaming, scheming, and
planning has already passed us by. However, I feel I’m just getting started! Two
days ago I cut the chains that have confined me to my books and forced me to
study. I sat for that exam on Wednesday and answered question after question on
a test designed to determine if I am a worthy physical therapist. While I feel
good about the prospects of passing it, the nerves and worrying have yet to
cease. I will not feel my normal self until the results have found my email inbox.
An incredibly challenging 5 weeks this has been, not just
from the standpoint of studying, but also from the initiation of Boston
Marathon training. Officially, the first of January marked the commencement of
“the plan.” You can imagine the sticker shock I felt when, upon completing the
first week, I went from running 30-35 miles per week to a staggering 42-47.
I’ve decided my coach is badass. To be a badass, one must learn from the master
of all badasses. (I’m sorry if you didn’t want this kind of distinction,
Derek.) But seriously, I feel more badass.
I also feel strong. Unlike last year, I’m running
injury-free. I can’t even remember the time when knee pain didn’t impede my
performance and frustrate my mental strength. It has always torn me down. Right
now? Nothing. It’s as if someone slipped in during my sleep and replaced a worn
knee with a brand new one. Yet I know the real reason I’ve managed to stave off
pain is by religiously keeping up my strength training. TheraBand has become my
new friend.
Today, the sun shines. I can’t even remember the last day I
saw the sun. It plays nicely with the 4 new inches of snow that have fallen
over the last couple of days. Maci sleeps, but she’ll awaken at the prospects
of a walk. Bryan works, but he’ll soon return home. I look forward to finishing
chapter 5 with a weekend full of fitness testing, playing in the snow, and
football. Go Seahawks!
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