Had some family drama. My father was in the ER, then out, then back in, and then to an ENT dude. He fell down (knocked down by a runaway beagle) and broke his nose pretty good. Combine that with the blood thinners he's on, and you get a LOT of bleeding...so much so that I almost hopped a plane for Oklahoma late Tuesday night. For those of you who don't know - my dad is kinda my hero...and I'm VERY worried about him...
Combine that with a huge issue with my sister...who I hadn't talked to in about 2 years, and likely won't talk to again for several more (there's a BIG story here - but sufficied to say - she's not an 'active' part of the family - by HER choice).
And what do you get?
A guy who's been thrown off track consistently for about 2 weeks.
But here's the beauty of today.
I got up. I went out. I did a run. And I heard "King of Pride Rock" while I ran. And thus the picture and theme of today's post.
And today is the end, folks. The end of July. August is tomorrow, and August will start out with a great weight workout and a long run on Saturday, and then into week five strong.
You see - the OLD me - would have found a way to use this as a way to give up. A way to throw in the towel. The OLD me would have seen recent exercise woes and snacking faux-pas as a chance to go back to OLD habits.
But the NEW me - no. The NEW me accepts that I'm human, I make mistakes (sometimes ones that involve cookies) - and I move on - because the NEW me is committed to a BETTER me. Every day.
And as I climb these final steps in the months up to the race (which in case you didn't know is a hugely emotional turning point for me) - I look up off Pride Rock - and ROAR. I roar as loudly as I can. Because the King....has returned.
MAIN STREET AWAITS!