A Number…

"I live my life a quarter mile at a time"....ahhh Vin Diesel I love you right now.

“I live my life a quarter mile at a time”….ahhh Vin Diesel I love you right now.

It’s hard sometimes being on this journey. Lately a lot of people have been telling me I look amazing, slimming down but every time I step on the scale the number is reflecting a different story. I have to keep reminding myself that muscle weighs more than fat and that the changes I am making are not about the numbers, they are about the difference in me and my life.

My chiropractor can’t believe the difference from when I first started seeing her to know. She is mainly a sport therapist but took me on out of a desperate state I was in almost 2 years ago. She said she had a difficult time finding the muscles before and now there is no problem. Muscles are stronger, bigger and she says I have “athlete problems”. I’M SORRY!?!?!? Athlete problems…took me a minute to digest this comment. The discomfort and issues I see her for are the exact same ones she treats on some of her fittest professional athlete clients. I see her for relief from pain in working out, I no longer see her for relief from pain in daily functioning.

Taren and Emilia, my trainers, bless them. They have this way of tell you exactly what you need to hear, right when you DON’T want to hear it, but it is what you need to hear. The other day I was told that I was going to run a quarter mile. I looked at Emilia laughed and said, yeah right. She wasn’t having any part of it and away we went. Away went the little voice in my head, as the breathing got harder and the legs started to hurt, and not long after came Emilia’s voice with the words of encouragement and the reminder to breathe. I DID IT! Then, 3 days later we were training outdoors in the sun and a track I haven’t been able to lap, running…I lapped it 3 times without stopping. I was walking home after and I got a little teary eyed, cause I freakin did it! I ran a quarter mile and I ran that track 3 times! Now every time I pout or complain about sore muscles Emilia smiles and says “Athlete problems.”

I made this track my b*!ch!

I made this track my b*!ch!

I know I am not doing this journey perfectly, or the right way, but I am doing it on my terms and if “athlete problems” are part of this journey well then let’s go. What is a number anyways.

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