Wednesday, June 3, 2015

43

I turned 43 today.  As you guys who read this blog know, turning 42 was emotionally hard and somewhat scary since my father died at that age.  I expected to make it through 42 and then be in a really great place when I entered 43, but as you know, I’m in a very rough way right now.  The best laid plans, right?

In an attempt to pull myself out of the darkness, I worked this morning and took the afternoon off.  My wonderful, patient and understanding husband had said to me that the day was mine and we could do whatever.

I met him for lunch at Panera Bread – one of my favorite places.  And then we unpacked the bikes he had brought.  My Achilles is still in really bad shape and I was so nervous that biking would aggravate it. 

We took off and the Achilles barely made a peep.  We stopped in Sackets Harbor at 17 miles to split and enjoy my free birthday pastry that Panera was kind enough to give me. 

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And then we took off again.  We ended up going 34 miles and my Achilles didn’t complain at all what a relief!  My first ever bike race is this Saturday and knowing that I will be able to bike pain free and not have an embarrassing disaster of not finishing like last week is a load off my mind.

And, of course, Marc went way overboard and showered me with gifts.  How can I be ungrateful and spoiled at the same time?

So, I’m not out of funk.  But I’m trying so hard to get there.  I can’t promise what tomorrow will bring, but to feel even a glimmer of hope? 

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1 comment:

  1. It is so nice to hear you talk about the positive today! Happy Birthday and hope the next day brings you even more positivity than the last!

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