I am leaving 2018 way healthier than I entered it.
I am in much better physical shape, I am lighter, I am leaner, I am stronger, I am faster, I am wealthier, I am happier, I am more disciplined, more organized, and focused.
I turn 50 in 2019, and I feel like I am just approaching my prime, and I honestly feel like I am at the top of my game for the first time in my life.
I’m four days shy of eighteen months without a drop of alcohol, clear-headed, driven and ready.
I’m ready for whatever life throws at me, and you know what else?
I’m ready to throw some shit at life.
I am on a mission.
I am on a mission to see just how far I can go.
And I am on a mission to help other women do the same thing.
I am not interested in merely surviving.
I’m pretty much at the halfway point.
I’ve done the dress rehearsal.
Now it’s time for the show.
I’ve got a lot of shit to do in the second half of my life.
And I am fucking ready for it.
I AM READY.
A couple days after Thanksgiving I decided to really challenge myself in December.
I was going to run a total of 100 miles in the month. The busiest month of the year. A month that contained multiple class Christmas parties and three concerts. A month where the kids would be off of school for 16 out of 31 days. A month where I had to travel to Long Island for a three day swim meet. A month that contains both my baby brother’s birthday and the anniversary of his death and when I historically battle some pretty decent depression.
It was not the ideal month to attempt to run more miles than I have ever run in a month.
Which is exactly why I chose that month to do it.
Because I am not fucking around anymore.
Yesterday, December 27th, with five days left in the month, I had run 91.5 miles. I was feeling pretty confident I’d get to 100 miles.
But you know what?
I didn’t want to chance it.
So yesterday I just finished them off.
Eight and a half miles.
I ran more miles in December of my 50th year on the planet than in any other month of my life.
Even the month I ran two marathons back in 2014.
I think when we become moms we often forget about ourselves. We let ourselves go.
Our children become our only focus.
And then we forget that we were people before we had kids.
I love my kids to death.
But they are not going to be my only purpose in life.
My only identity will not be as a mother.
I have so many things to do.
And I am super excited to do them.
And I want to remind you that YOU are more than simply a mother.
If you have lost yourself, I want to help you reclaim that inner badass.
It’s in there.
I know it is.
And the first step to finding it is through moving your ass.
I 100% believe that.
There is other stuff that goes along with that.
You need to get a hold of what you put into your body.
You need sleep. That one right there is a whole different blog post.
I finally have my shit together.
For the first time in my ENTIRE life, I have my shit together.
Let me tell you. I am really enjoying life way more than I ever have before now.
Your weight, your diet, your routine, your LIFE does not need to be out of control.
And don’t get me wrong.
My life is not perfect. Not by any stretch.
But I don’t feel like I’m on a runaway train anymore.
Now I’m driving that fucker.
Sometimes stuff breaks down or gets in my way, but when that happens, I either fix it or find a different way to get where I wanna go.
If your train is derailed, CLICK HERE.
I can help get you back on track. I can help you make changes that will get you where you want to be.
I know what works for me.
And I can help you determine what works for you.
And together, we will kick some serious ass in 2019.