Triumph

Day 46

We had the longest ride home from Ohio to Tennessee today. The roads were horrific between Columbus and Louisville. As I was driving (and my hubby was snoozing), I had time to ponder a number of things...

How long can I "hold it" before I have to hit the rest area again?
Why is it that people tend to only have two speeds... a slow crawl or bat out of hell?
What does a snow plow driver do when there's no snow?
If I pinch Tony's nostrils together, will this make him stop snoring?
Can I make it 63 miles to the next rest area since this one is closed?
How many days is it before I get to see my pals again? 33 in case you're wondering.

and... Triumph

Sometimes we can be so laser focused on the big picture that we fail to celebrate the little accomplishments along the way to that one big giant goal. Ten hours on the road will give you time to ponder such things.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I went sledding again this weekend. It was exactly 44 days since the last time I went sledding. That first time, I could barely make it back up the hill after my descent. That day I was proud of myself for having the courage to even try it. This time, I made it back up that hill 5 times and I practically skipped my way back to the car. The joy and pride I felt in that triumphant moment filled my heart. Later that same day I danced the night away instead of simply sitting on the sidelines watching everyone else have a good time. Another triumphant moment.

This morning we stopped to get gas on our way south. Inside the convenience store, I was faced with a myriad of pre-packaged, fat-laden, processed junk that could easily be consumed and called "breakfast". I walked the aisles of that store three times looking for something that I could actually eat. Thank goodness I had alternatives in the truck. I settled for a liter of water and a banana which I supplemented with some nuts in the car... not doughnuts, not a candy bar, not a sausage biscuit. Another triumphant moment.

I already miss my friends. But, I'm very happy to be home. It's back to reality tomorrow. I'm sure weights and treadmill have missed me. I wish I could say I've missed them. I'll work on that one. 

Cheers!
Margaret