|Teen Daughters #1 and #2|
Greetings, Chickies! Saturday’s Fun Run was, well, FUN!!! It wasn’t a full 5K, the weatherman cooperated and provided us with a sun damping cloud cover, and the company – Husband, Teen Daughters #1 and #2, Teen Son #2, Husband’s fellow employees – was unmatched.
|Yep. That’s me in the red hat.|
Then I looked around, and noticed the red hats everywhere. Red hats on people who look like Iron Man competitors, red hats on folks like me who are still working on rebuilding their health. Red hats on elderly walkers, even a red hat on a baby in a stroller. These red hats represent all these people who have had a heart attack or a stroke – and I’m one of them. It can’t be denied. I have an MRI that shows that spot in my brain where it happened. Something came undone in my gut as I crossed that finish line wearing my red hat. I finally recognize that I have come a l-o-n-g way in these eighteen months. I’ve lost more than twenty pounds, bringing my grand total to fifty eight pounds from my all time high weight. I can make it through an entire Body Pump or Zumba class without stopping, I can speedwalk 5K in less than 45 minutes.
I wear a red hat. I am a surrvivor…and I have Learned to Run!