Seven weeks ago, I started training for my first walking marathon. I thought I was preparing for the Honolulu marathon. What I didn’t realize was that I was also preparing for one of the most unexpected seasons of my life. After an already difficult year, I wasn’t expecting another huge chapter of uncertainty. You can find the story on Instagram by clicking HERE!
Two days after I began training, I was unexpectedly and without warning laid off from my job.
What followed were days and weeks filled with uncertainty, difficult conversations, tears, prayers, and more questions than answers. There was also the reality of walking with my mom through her radiation treatments.
But there were also walks.
Every day, I laced up my shoes and kept going. Some days the walk was about marathon training. Some days it was about working through the trauma of an unexpected layoff. Some days it was processing and praying through everything with my mom’s diagnosis. Some days it was simply about putting one foot in front of the other.
Looking back at these clips from the past seven weeks, as I walked mile after mile I changed deeply.
Healing was happening.
Not all at once.
Not dramatically.
Just one step at a time.
And I’m still walking- grateful for all of the good- incredible good that has happened and humbled by the amazing things ahead and for all of the miles behind and still to come.
I started training for a marathon. I ended up training for resilience. You can find the reel on Instagram by clicking HERE!
Two days after I began training, I was unexpectedly and without warning laid off from my job.
What followed were days and weeks filled with uncertainty, difficult conversations, tears, prayers, and more questions than answers. There was also the reality of walking with my mom through her radiation treatments.
But there were also walks.
Every day, I laced up my shoes and kept going. Some days the walk was about marathon training. Some days it was about working through the trauma of an unexpected layoff. Some days it was processing and praying through everything with my mom’s diagnosis. Some days it was simply about putting one foot in front of the other.
Looking back at these clips from the past seven weeks, as I walked mile after mile I changed deeply.
Healing was happening.
Not all at once.
Not dramatically.
Just one step at a time.
And I’m still walking- grateful for all of the good- incredible good that has happened and humbled by the amazing things ahead and for all of the miles behind and still to come.
I started training for a marathon. I ended up training for resilience. You can find the reel on Instagram by clicking HERE!
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Happy Wednesday friends! I hope you have the most wonderful day!
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