Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog Day 47: Crossroads

Goal weight: 195 lbs

This morning’s weight: 206 lbs.

On the day when I was supposed to come roaring across the finish line of a 5K, I’ll be like the NASCAR car that has run out of gas.  And I’ll be disappointed.  The past 12 weeks has been an amazing transition of mind, body and spirit. It has been a journey of pain, effort, discipline and reward. I was soaring high — I don’t want to end like this. But I’m now exhausted and frustrated.  My right leg is injured and I am struggling with what’s next.  I don’t have a pool to swim laps in.  I guess I could ride my spin bike.  But whatever the case, to get back to this level of fitness and to be able to run with my boys again and have it taken away from me for up to two months is depressing.

I got in from Oxford last night after 11 p.m.  I fell asleep three times during the last 20 miles of the drive.  If not for the rough strip that roars when you start to run off the road, I would be a cross on the side of the highway.   Needless to say, it scared the living crap out of me.  I burned the candle at both ends (and in the middle) and almost got burned myself.

My fitness is like my career and my life.  I’ve reached success, but things have changed. I can’t dwell on the change. I have to regroup and figure out what is next.