I ran a F*cking Marathon!


I would love to throw some BS around and tell you that I haven’t written in so long because I was training for said marathon, but that’s not true. ¬† I just didn’t. ¬†I’ve been thinking about it though!

This marathon has changed my life.   It really did.   Here is why:

  • I never complete anything. ¬†If it’s too hard, I usually quit. ¬†This is with respect to my personal life, for some reason in my professional life, I’m completely different. ¬† I stayed dedicated to the training. ¬†I completed my marathon and #killedit! ¬†My time was 4:44:51! ¬† That is a f*cking sick time!
  • It gave me confidence. ¬†No, I’m not going to go and qualify for the olympics, but a marathon is no small feat and I completed it, well. ¬†I did it. ¬†Not my husband. ¬†Not my best friend. ¬†ME! ¬†I did it! ¬†I also did it because I wanted to. ¬†I wanted to know that I could, and I can. ¬†I CAN!
  • Running is a really good way to take some time out and think about sh*t. ¬†I think that I honestly meditated for 4 out of the 4:44:51 hours I was running. ¬†I just zoned out and thought about nothing. ¬†Thoughts would float in and out and I’d just watch them come and go. ¬†It was actually relaxing. ¬† Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to have a TANTY between kms 36-39 but other than that, I was relatively chill.
  • Running makes me want to live a healthier life. ¬†Like, maybe I don’t need to drink so much!
  • I realized that I was wasting my potential. ¬†For no real reason. ¬†I don’t know whether or not it is because I was comfortable with my husband when we met, and as I usually do, I morphed into being available for him, liking the things he likes (which, luckily are alot of the same things) but I just kind of hung my self esteem on him. ¬†He was to validate me, to pump me up, make me feel awesome, tell me what to do. ¬†With all of the sh*t we have been going through, that’s alot of pressure to put on him. ¬†Especially when I don’t measure up. ¬†Then what? ¬†I’m sad and he feels like an asshole. ¬†So. ¬†running and training and calming the fuck down has really helped me to be like, fuck that guy (not literally but you know how girls are…) I AM awesome! ¬†And here’s an AWESOMESANDWICH c/o your ROCKSTAR WIFE.

So there you have it. ¬†Now I am re-obsessed with running and I feel so great and excited about it. ¬†I definitely fucked up my hip flexor but not listening to my veteran runner friends and jumping right back into fitness — but you know… sometimes you just have to go through it!

So. ¬†That’s it.

awesome wife sandwich

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