It's been weeks...months...since I've been in this room. I see some new faces, some old and I wonder what happened to them. Did they get lost like me? Are they still on the path but no longer needing the support of the group? I slink into the room trying not to raise any heads in my direction. I just want to sit and listen. All of the talking, soul searching and tears endured over these last few weeks have worn me out--just silence for now will be fine. A small round woman leans over and taps my leg. "Hi," she whispers with a wide smile. "You are Sommer, right?" I just nod. How the hell did she know that? Reading my face she softly chuckles, "Oh, Nancy told us all about you. She said you were her strongest group member yet. We've all been dying to meet you...I see what she meant."
I sat and stared at her for a moment, still puzzled, and she patted my leg and turned her attention back to the front of the room. The strongest member yet? Me?
Hell yea, me. I’m astrong woman—not that I like to brag or anything—but I am. Over these past few weeks I have dug deeper into myself than ever before. I am still in the process of working out all of my kinks, but damn it I am wonderful. I found out that I can do just about anything if I put my mind to it—running is no exception.
March 1st hit my calendar and I stopped, having to catch my breath. March is the month when online registration begins for the Peachtree Road Race. I sat and stared at my desk calendar for a while, debating on whether or not I could make it, and I smiled to myself thinking about how strong I really am. I have had two children (could have died with one), been married for over 10 years (that’s a battle in itself), been broke, been on the verge of losing my home, been lonely, been almost 300 pounds, and have been emotionally and spiritually broken but—I’m still here. Through everything I have learned a lesson and carried it with me, so some little 6.2 mile race in Atlanta hell heat won’t break me—it can only make me better.
Tomorrow morning I am looking forward to hitting the gym. I am ready to pound out these 2.5 miles because baby...I'm a whole lotta somethin'.
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