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Compliments have been pouring in. "You're half the person you were!", "I hardly recognized you!", "You're disappearing!", "You look AMAZING!", and I have been banking every single one of them. It's those compliments that are reminding my brain that even though I feel like the same old Elaine, I possess something much different. I am less talk, more do. My smile is sincere. I'm proud of my new hobby. Finally I fit in.
I'm not nervous about running, or even finishing the race. That I know I can do. Will I wake up on time? What will I wear? Will my laces come undone just before the finish line and trip me in front of everyone? Will I be able to pee before I run? These are all things that cross my mind, and make me far more nervous. I'm fortunate that I have had a running coach teach me all that I need to know, and now, a new running friend has volunteered to pace me the whole way. Disbelief. I'm a lucky gal to be surrounded by such an amazing running community.
What makes this journey even possible, is the love I have received. My husband has fully supported any and all efforts I have made, specifically with becoming healthy with my eating, and running. It's not easy being married to me. You see, I dream a LOT! I talk about all these different plans and ideas I have for us. He rolls his eyes and smiles at me, knowing this could be just another dream talking. What I do know, is that he is just as excited as I am that this dream is coming true for not just me, but for us.
When I cross that half-marathon line, I wont just be winning for me. Half of the work getting to where I am, is due to the support of my husband. The medal will be worn by me, but achieved by us both.
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