“Until you’re broken, you don’t know what you’re made of. It gives you the ability to build yourself all over again, but stronger than ever.” ~Unknown
I saw the above quote on Pinterest the other day and it really spoke to me. I’ve been pinning a lot of motivational quotes lately in order to help keep me on my path, but this is the best one I have seen. I know I’ve mentioned or at least allude to the fact that I’ve had issues in the past with depression. At the end of the last school year another wave of it him me, culminating when my dad died. I tried to hold it together in a variety of ways, but due to other circumstances as well, by August I was quite literally broken. There was no up or down, whole or half, only pieces that I was quite sure I would never be able to put back together.
But guess what? I did. I accomplished something I didn’t think was possible. It started slowly, when the only differences I could see were mere subtleties changing in my daily life; crying less, sleeping more, smiling occasionally. And now, while not completely whole, I am far more together than before I broke completely. I am happier, have more energy, and don’t let the small things upset me as much anymore. I still have work to do and a long road ahead of me (don’t we all), but I’m not afraid of the challenge of living anymore. As a matter of fact, it’s just the opposite. I’m excited for anything that may be coming down the road. And while I still get sad and weepy occasionally (don’t we all) I no longer feel that I’m fighting a losing battle.
And then the running happened. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not really running, I’m simply trodding along at an obscenely slow pace until I feel like I am going to die. Then I stop for a few minutes until I think I can go again. The whole process repeats until it’s it’s time to get ready for work. And for some reason, it’s working for me. And on Wednesday I accomplished my first real running goal. For the first time ever in my entire life, I ran a whole mile. I couldn’t believe it (I still can’t). I know to many people it’s not a lot, but to me it is huge. It’s something I thought was impossible until it wasn’t anymore.
I took two days off and then decided to try the track today to take advantage of the gorgeous weather we are having in Baltimore. I wound up walking for most of the time. I tried running, but it just wasn’t coming today. I had too many things on my mind, my stride was off, my foot was killing me (I have plantar fasciitis), and I just felt not all there. But, instead of just quitting and saying I’ll try again tomorrow I trudged through and wound up completing 2.6 miles.
Honestly, the distance isn’t the big deal for me. It’s the fact that I didn’t let myself quit. I tend to quit (or try to quit) so many things in my life when the going gets tough or things don’t go my way. I never really fight for anything and, as I’m learning, there are always things worth fighting for. You may not be able to fight for anything in the past, but you can fight for the future.
So now, instead of quitting, I am fighting for something. I am fighting for me.
100 Mile Challenge Miles: 16
Pounds lost since starting 100 Miles Challenge: 4.2 pounds