I sit here benched on International Women’s day because the tiny woman in my uterus (who is currently hiccuping) has different plans for me.
The past year of my life has been a whirlwind of emotion.
From extreme highs to the most extreme lows.
Life can change in an instant and things will throw you when you least expect it.
I spent the last year of my life chasing the dream of bettering myself. And I did in a way.
I surrounded myself with an amazing group of women.
From coaches who always had words of encouragement, to my running wife who saw me at my worst, to my friends who made me go faster and harder than I ever had before.
My wolf pack. My support system. My lifeline.
These women went from running buddies to best friends.
These women cheered me on when I was at my best and picked me up when I was at my worst.
These friends have made me excited to be able to raise a strong, independent woman.
Even though I have spent the better part of the last six months injured, nauseous or too tired to run, I got to see these women continue to train, kick ass and inspire.
I sometimes feel as though I have let others down but then I am quickly reminded that the journey I took the past year led me and my body to be able to house the life that is inside of me. Life has a really funny way of working out.
I am excited to be on the sidelines cheering these women on this year.
Running will always be there but for now my family is what is important.