The Road and the Radio

It's been a long weekend which was attached to a long week. I've been in a semi-funk for the past few days. Not sure where it came from but I think for a few days I wanted to enjoy it. I traveled on Saturday to see the family. It was a good trip.

I hit the gym Friday morning for what was originally suppose to be leg day but I decided I needed to get in a run. So I hit the treadmill. My goal was 5 miles. I warmed up for half a mile and then off I went. I felt good. After each mile, I would walk for a minute and thirty seconds and then take off again. I was about half way through mile four when I wanted to give up. I was reaching for the button to take it back to a walk when a voice from deep within me said, "You are not a quitter. You can do this. Just keep going." I put my towel back in place and kept moving. I made it the five miles and then cooled down to another half mile. 6 miles! It was a good morning!

Saturday morning I made-up the missing lifting day from earlier in the week and then took Kiernen's spin class. Always a good time. Headed home to shower and change and then off to visit the family. As I was driving down 421, one of my favorite Kenny Chesney songs popped on the Ipod. The Road and the Radio. I haven't been listening to much country lately but I let the song play. It spoke to me. I even restarted it several times to hear the beginning again.... I sang along...

Ain't nothing out here but me, the road and the radio
Looking for an exit and a song that I might know
Counting down the memories and adding up the miles
Searching for a feeling I ain't felt in a while

Clarity and inspiration
Happiness is a destination that's hard to find
It may take some time
But in my mind there's something more
And I'll open up a brand new door
And find the strength to close the ones I left behind
And I'll get there leanin' on some friends I know:
The road and the radio

Happiness is a destination that's hard to find. Wow! How true is that? I think I opened a new door on Friday. I believed in myself and my ability to complete those five miles. There was no Alex behind me pushing me (even though knowing she believes in me helps.) I believed.

In less then two days I turn 34 years old. If you would have told me when I turned 30, that my life would be the way it is now, I would have laughed at you. I am stronger (physically and mentally) then I have ever been. I have respect and love for me and my body. I still have some issues with self image but then who doesn't? I am happy. It has been a rough journey to get here and I am by no means finished but I think as I look forward to another year older, I need to celebrate the amazingness that my life has become. I need to hug and love those that have supported and cared for me and thank them for taking this wild ride with me.

I don't know where this road is taking me but I have all the time in the world. I just keep singing with the radio.