when you’re busy making plans by Jane Smith.
When we started the 100 day challenge on September 22, my husband was 2 weeks into recovery from a heart attack.
I started the challenge with the intent of running a 5k by today (Jan 1). I signed up and paid for my race – and I was very excited at the thought of *finally* becoming a runner. I wanted to get in shape, lose weight and get healthy. I had just watched my husband go through something that was entirely preventable through diet and exercise, and I wanted to prevent it in me.
I found myself slipping in my goals – and was fortunate enough to join Lara’s workshop. I met some wonderful women, who I wish I could have connected more with, and would love the chance to get together with again.
Before the workshop concluded, my husband was hospitalized again. He was having chest pains, but thankfully not another heart attack. Unfortunately it sidelined his plans to go fishing with his brother who was up visiting from the Kootenay’s.
We went back into recovery mode. I have a fabulous person in my life who has been a rock. He’s always been there if I need to talk and he doesn’t sugar-coat or soft pedal anything. His advice and conversations have kept me moving forward when I wanted to curl up into a ball and hide.
At the end of November, my husband had a 2nd heart attack. Any thoughts of goals, changes in my life has totally disappeared and we have been in survival mode.
It occurred to me the other day that I was still registered for the 5k. It seems like a very long time ago when I was sitting outside Zephyr talking to someone about wanting to run. Life has changed so very much since then. I am now the wife of a cardiac patient. I am, and always will be, the primary breadwinner in my family. I still have a desire to get in shape, and want to have the physicality to run 5k. But the goals I had 100 days ago have changed.
I strive each day to live as though it is my last. To enjoy every minute with my husband and children, while still taking care of myself. In the last 100 days, although I did not meet the original goal of running 5k, I learned that I am stronger than I thought, and that each day is a blessing.
Our house is filled with less anger, less shouting, and a lot more loving. We’re all still together. Its a good way to start 2010.
Now to find another 5k I can work towards 🙂