Every morning, my iPhone wakes me up with a reminder.
It reminds me to get up. Keep moving. Put on my running shoes. Run if I can. Walk if I can’t.
This is my Year of Balance. But last year was my Year of Imbalance. It included a saved stumble and a couple of successful falls. (If you consider a broken finger and a twisted ankle to be successful, that is.)
The stumble made me realize how badly I want someone walking beside me through life. Someone quick enough and strong enough to catch me when I fall.
The falls showed me I haven’t found that person yet.
Even though I was married over twenty years, I’ve never had that kind of a catch-me-when-I-fall relationship.
The falls took a toll on me physically. It’s hard to run with a broken finger. It’s impossible to run if you twist your ankle and throw your hips out of alignment by about two inches.
I finished my first two 5Ks last fall. By November, I could barely walk half a mile without my hip and shin complaining.
Thankfully sweet JZ came my office. She pulled and pushed my legs around, and pretty much yanked me back into alignment. Twice.
I’m tired of starting over. So this time, I’m not going to quit. After walking sporadically for the last month, I’m back on the Ease into 5K program. Skipped straight to week 3. Hoorah!
Ease into 5K used to be called Couch to 5K. Honestly, the old name was more accurate for me. When I started C25K last year, I was literally coming from the couch to work my way up to 5K.
Maybe this year the new name is more appropriate. Maybe I’m not joining the race from the couch this time. Maybe I’m easing back into the race from the sidelines.
So far this week, I’ve run 18 minutes out of three miles spread over two days. (Don’t confuse that with an 18 minute 5K – which many of my friends can do. I’m the 60 minute 5K girl. At my peak.)
I wish it were as easy to get my love life back into shape.
I’ve had fun learning to be single again. I’m having fun dating Little Boy, Honey Baby and the rest of the motley crew of men who cross my path.
Laugh out loud fun, actually.
But I’m ready to find the one who’ll catch me when I fall.
I’m ready to find the one who will inspire me to stop giving up. Because I’m tired of starting over.
Question: Are you tired of starting over yet? What makes you keep going?