Running is my passion. It truly is my saving grace; the ultimate creator of my inner peace. I thank God every day for allowing me the ability to move my body.
Before I started running, I was drowning. I became so lost in my own grief, I barely recognized myself. The emotional turmoil left behind from the accident was wreaking havoc on my body. Not to mention, my choice of coping mechanisms was killing me slowly. There was one particular week where there wasn’t a day I wasn’t hungover. Seven straight days of drinking heavily to numb my unbearable pain. As hard as this is to write, it is healing to admit. I knew this was my rock bottom. I knew I had to change. I knew that if I wanted to see my babies through every stage of life, I had to pull myself out of this dangerous cycle. The very next day, I decided to go for a run. I ran 4 miles straight. Not too sure how, but I have a strong sense this was God’s way of leading me out of my darkness. The next day I ran again. Days turned in to weeks and weeks turned in to months. Then, I set my highest goal: The Spinx Half Marathon. Which just so happened to fall on Britt’s birthday.
On October 29, 2022, I ran my heart out for 13.1 miles. I never stopped. I ran with the optimum purpose: to honor Brittany on what would have been her 40th birthday. A moment I will never forget and forever cherish. Until the next half, I’ll relish in this memory happily.