My friends has taken me on as a project. It should bother me -- but it doesn't. I just had my sixth baby. I have become over weight. I've lost strength and I love my food. I am an emotional eater all the way. Why it doesn't bother me that my friend has taken be on as a project is because my friend knows me. She knows that my life was shaken to the core when my twins were born over 5 years ago. She knows that I am the happiest when I'm fit and healthy and running. She knows that this past year I was the sickest I have ever been in my entire life. She knows that the Lord handed me a surprise when life was just starting to feel normal again. She knows that I just want to feel like myself again and right now, I am not myself. My friend knows I need help. I am so grateful that I have a friend like her.
My friend wants me to do something that feels impossible right. I remember 6 years ago after a friend party we had for Halloween my friend and I were dreaming. We dreamed of doing a certain race that takes a lot of commitment. A lot of strength. A lot of ambition. We laughed. We planned. We built up each other's courage. We committed. Well, a few month later she was pregnant. Nine months after that I was pregnant -- and had my twins. Well, she asked me a few weeks ago if I would train with her and do this race with her in a year. A whole year. My heart is racing thinking about it. I hear doubts in the back of my head, but the excitement of doing it is screaming louder then the fear of not. She knows I want to do this race. She knows I don't want to be left behind. She knows. So the project has begun. I am her project. I am committing to getting healthy. Losing the weight. Gaining strength and building endurance.
I'm too nervous to say what race we are planning. It's almost like if I say it out loud the universe will laugh and my courage will burst. Time. I need time to show myself that all things are possible!
