What I didn't write about in my blog that day is that I cried as I crossed the finish line and walked to my car. I was so overwhelmed by just being there and not being overweight. (I had not reached my goal weight at this point... but I was w/in 10 pounds.) I kept looking around at all the fit people there and thinking- "This is where I want to be. With these people. Can I stay here with them? Do I fit in?" After the race that day there was no glory. No one knew my name cheering me in. I didn't set a PR. There weren't hugs and pictures. There certainly was no trophy or medal. It was just me and my ipod and my new self.
As I walked to my car crying there WAS a smile on my face. I had a feeling I might belong here and it was just to wonderful to think about. When I got behind the wheel I said a prayer before I left for home. I remember saying- "Thank you Lord. Thank you so much for getting me to today. Please help me to take better care of myself in the future, so I never get to where I can't do this again." A year later... I still say similar prayers all the time. That was such a great day for me. What a difference a year makes!