What a day…for many reasons!
Today I have been sober for exactly 300 days!
300 days ago at 6am I’d be dragging myself from bed being critical and disappointed at my failure to ‘control my drinking’ and feeling guilty about the booze intake the night before, once again falling asleep on the sofa, waking at 2 or 3 in the morning to take myself off to bed for a few more hours of fitful sleep. Spending the morning with coffee, feeling like I am climbing out of a deep hole. Finally at midday, feeling out of the hole- and longingly making plans for that evening’s alcohol intake, planning how quickly I can slide back into that same hole again.
And here I was this morning, 6am and ready to run a half marathon!!! Enjoying my world, looking forward to the day, open to enjoying whatever interesting things might happen. The morning optimism is so delightful.
And this is how my day started at 9am:
Today I ran my first ever half marathon
It was an amazing experience to be surrounded by people from all walks of life, at all levels of fitness but all there for the same reason. To run 13.1 miles.
If someone had told me a few years ago that I would run a half marathon, I would have laughed! I honestly never thought that was something I would do, but today, February 22nd, 2015, I did! I ran my first half marathon, 13.1 miles or 22 kilometres and in an amazing time of 1 hour 34 minutes and 38 seconds.
And it was great fun.
During the race all I could think was, “Why would anybody do this to themselves? Why did I pay to do this? As soon as I saw that finish line I was thinking to myself, “That wasn’t really that bad.” I am kind of enjoying this! I am actually loving this! I will definitely do this again! Is that what they call the runner’s high or does this just mean that I am a runner now?
Yes I am a runner!
Skype Night Begins Again
I can’t go into details but for the last 8 months work has meant I have been travelling constantly, and on top of that due to ‘other reasons’ outside of my control I haven’t been able to Skype with my son very much. It’s made me feel depressed, like a bad Dad, and just plain miserable. It’s hard ……….
But tonight I persuaded ‘those in control’ that we should start them up again regularly, at least every Sunday whenever possible. So we Skyped.
Like the half marathon, in reality it wasn’t all good. One was physical pain of aching muscles, resurgence of an old ankle injury and exhaustion; the other was heartache I immediately wanted to take the pain of that away with booze or drugs.
But in the end, all was good.
A day to remember. For lots of good, positive and life affirming reasons.