Typically on Wednesday I like to talk about “what up” in my life and in general… and while today is no different my title says it all. I took Monday off as my normal rest day and I was so exhausted that I decided to use my second rest day on yesterday. It was definitely needed and I am ready to rumble tonight at the gym…yes, back to the gym (LAME).
Anywho, Monday I went to meet Michael for lunch and he was talking to two ladies he works with. I got out of the car to move to the passenger seat and one of the ladies said to him, “Wow, she is so lucky that she is in such great shape after two kids”. If we were on TV this is where the show would pause, and I would pop up and go into my rant. Luckily, Michael has heard me rant about this enough where he immediately informed him that I would probably not say that I am “lucky” to be in such great shape, especially when I had run 13 miles in the freezing cold the day before. That shut them up quickly.
I know this rant has come up before with me and other bloggers in the past but here is my truth… I am NOT genetically blessed, and the reason I know it, is because I know what happens to my body when I am not running. I love to eat and I love my cocktails and “lucky” enough for me… I love to run. What I am not, is “lucky”. I wouldn’t consider running 13 miles (or any miles for that matter) in the freezing cold on Sunday morning lucky, nor would I say that hitting the gym at 10pm so that I don’t miss more time with my kids is lucky. I wouldn’t say running for hours on a treadmill makes me lucky and I most certainly wouldn’t say having to miss out on things so I can get work outs and long runs in makes me lucky either.
I AM lucky that I have been blessed with the ability to run and run far. I am blessed that I have a great and understanding support system. I am lucky that I found a running group to fuel my fire and make me a better runner. I am lucky that I have blog friends that understand my “lifestyle” and cheer me on from where they stand. I am lucky that I have friends and family that cheer me on and build me up no matter how crazy my dreams and goals are. I am lucky that this year I will have the opportunity to run Boston with some tremendous athletes. THAT my friends makes me lucky. I could just as easily be sitting on my couch, doing nothing but than I guess I wouldn’t be that lucky;).
What makes you really lucky?
Have you ever had people say that you were so lucky for being in such great shape?
What up on your Wednesday?!