celebrate

It's truly hard to believe that's me in that picture...  three years ago today. I had just completed the Iron Girl Triathlon, after a heck of a lot of hard work and a newfound faith in my body.  1/3 of a mile swim, followed by a 19 mile bike ride, followed by a 3 mile walk/run. And I didn't come in anywhere near last, not that it would have mattered.  I knew in that moment what a big deal it was to cross that finish line, after I had nearly talked myself out of it several times, thinking I was way in over my head.

I can only think that the moxie that I embraced that day is serving me now, as I face an even bigger uphill battle with Lyme treatment. I can only believe that none of that was a waste of time or energy or joy...  that the experience gave me what it takes to overcome just about anything.

This morning, I sat attached to an IV receiving a Myers drip, and couldn't help but wonder what other adventures I'll embark on in this life... what more this body is/will be capable of. On these weeks off of antibiotics, it's easy to dream BIG. It's easy to overdo it on the exercise, to slip even for just a moment into that triathlete mentality that encourages me to push a little further.  It's easy to plan all sorts of things I'd be better off not planning just yet. Big hikes, big workshops and retreats, big adventures...  things I clearly don't have the energy for these days, but I hope to... one day.

And so today, juxtaposed between what once was and what will be, I celebrate and marvel at the possibilities.