Have you ever gotten lost in a box full of old photos and cards and notes and before you know it an hour or two has past? That’s exactly what happened to me last night.
I went up to the storage closet in search of a specific photo, which I found right away, but it was in a box that had tons of other photos, as well as letters from when I worked at a summer camp, and stacks of notes and cards from Mario that extend back to even before the beginning of our relationship – and it gave me the warmest, fuzziest feeling, like you know the warmth of when the first sip of red wine hits your belly, it was like that but 500 times more intense!
For me, that box, and the several others that I have stored away, are like treasure boxes full of gold; my life in gold 🙂
What’s in your treasure box?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the marathon that I’m going to start training for in just over a month, and how I’m really going to need some kind of strong motivation to keep me going – 42.2 km, that’s a long way. There’s going to be walls that will need to be broken through! When my legs start feeling like bricks, I’m gonna need something to push them forward. When my brain starts playing the “I can’t!” game, I’m gonna need something to counteract with an “I can!” And when that little jerk of a red demon pops up onto my shoulder and starts mocking me as I climb the hills, I’m gonna need something to smoke the little turd in the chops!
All my other runs I’ve done for me, which, for the most part, has been great, but when the going got tough in my last half marathon training, ‘me’ didn’t cut it. This time, though, I’ve got something way stronger.
Starting in June, I’ll be running, and my grandpa, Albert Emanuel Stadeus, will be running right next to me, maybe even carrying me at times.
My grandpa was one of the strongest men I have ever known. He, too, had diabetes (Type 2, though), and when I was a kid, he did things to make sure that I knew I wasn’t strange or odd because of my diabetes (strange for other reasons, yes, but not because of my diabetes). And I am so sure he would be so proud of me today.
So, if anyone can get me through those walls, and to the finish line of that race, my grandpa can!
Missing and loving you always!
TODAY’S WORKOUT:
- 8:30 a.m. BG before: 7.7
- 75 minutes of hard yoga. I have no idea half of the moves we were doing, but by golly I was sweating almost from the get-go, and my abs were shaking! Who knew yoga could make you sweat 🙂
- 10 a.m. BG after: 5.3
nice