Shane and i escaped for a few hours the other night and wandered into our neighbourhood pub. “I haven’t been here since we met last year to talk about getting back together – almost, exactly a year ago.” He thought it was in February, but i disagreed and told him the internet will know. Looking back in my archives it was sometime around right now.
It was also early April of 2010 when i first started running. A kilometer or two. A slow and shaky awakening of muscles and brain cells.
Last weekend i ran my third half-marathon. I woke early sunday morning and headed out on a two hour drive to the stunningly beautiful Comox Valley. I went on my own, it felt like the right thing to do because this running thing? It’s really all about me. It is the thing i have found that brings me health and sanity, pride and a sense of beauty that i’ve never had.
It wasn’t an easy run, but they never are. A mind game i play, fighting with the back and forth of “i can/will do this” and “i’m just going to quit because this is really hard and painful.” But, i did it. Again.
While we played a game of Pool we talked about our plans for the next few months and what the summer will hold for our family. We both have plans and places we are traveling to. We each have our own lives now. It feels right and healthy. Time spent as family, time spent alone, time spent together. Finally, we have found balance.
It has been an amazing year. Up, down, right, left. Just as it should be.
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That half marathon I did Sunday was the hardest thing I think I’ve ever done in my life. And it was also the most empowering. I literally feel like a different person – so strong and self-confident!
You are really amazing. I am so glad that you found happy. Know that the people around you see strong and beautiful all the time Jess.
xo jenna