Good morning! <<Or whenever it is you are reading this little post, aka collection of thoughts>> Hopefully your weekend was just perfect —everything you wanted it to be. We didn’t do a whole lot. Shoutout to Daniel for doing his like 12th competition this summer…or something like that. I got to go watch him throw down with Madeline and Seth on Saturday at CF Reaction…or I at least caught the end of it. They faced some pretty tough competition and did great! Daniel and I spent most of the day Saturday in Greenville. We went to Swamp Rabbit Cafe. I was lured in by the smell coming from a mile down the road (good smell, not bad). And the food people were walking out with looked YUM. I wish I could say we were there to buy a swanky lunch or some high quality meat, or ya know, something like that. But instead, we bought some watered down juice and a couple of pints of **Jeni’s ice cream**

We each opened a pint, and ate it right then and there. No, I’m just kidding. We took them home. But we did split one of those pints Saturday night.

Ok, and while we’re talking about food…if you want some good tacos, head over to TR for Farmhouse Tacos. That place rocks. Unfortunately I forgot to tell the waitress no corn on my duck taco, but that’s my fault. I’d like to think that is the reason why my stomach has hated me all day yesterday, and not because of that pint of ice cream. 

Alright, let’s talk about the JOURNEY. Or the PROCESS. Or whatever you want to call it. I know. I know. It’s so cliche to say, “It’s all about the process.” Or “Trust the process.” Or insert other inspirational saying about “the process” here. You get it. I get it. We all get it. 

This post is a little more personal to me than others. Ok, so hereeeee it goes. 

After the Open (end of March), I took about a month to I guess you could say “figure out on my own” how I feel about pushing myself in the gym. I wasn’t burned out or anything, and I can still honestly say I was proud of my placement in the Open for being 5-6 months out from getting yet again, another achilles tendon in my needy, complicated right food <—-I tried to make that statement as dramatic as possible. It was just a little more difficult to want to push myself in the gym, or outside the gym for that matter, as I was trying to get back into some track workouts (and running in general) and I was realizing how hard it was to run (not on my lungs, but on my baby calf that hadn’t done too much running in a looonnnggg time). 

Fast forward to somewhere around the middle of May (so about a month ago)…7 months out of surgery, and things just really started to click. Despite some frustration every now and then (totally normal, right?) It’s been a really cool journey to watch my leg grow stronger since I had surgery back in October, BUT there was something about that 7 month mark where I’ve been able to really see so much progress. 

I’ve been pushing myself hard over the past month, and I’M SO THANKFUL that my body has been responding so well. I’ve literally PR’d something every week – and not even on purpose sometimes. It’s just felt good, so I’ve tried to push myself to see what I’m capable of now.

If you know me, you can attest to how great of a miracle this is because last year my body just shut down and I just couldn’t get stronger. (Obviously there was an issue that needed to be addressed, and I’m so thankful that I went through with having surgery again). 

But I’m going to be REAL with you. And hopefully this doesn’t come across as whining (but maybe I am whining a little bit)…

I have negative thoughts about all of it. Like, “Oh, so this is how it feels to have a calf muscle that can actually work.” And “What if the first surgery I had FOUR freaking years ago would have actually worked the way it was supposed to?”

And these negative thoughts basically end up making me feel sorry for myself or questioning another “plan” for my life that obviously wasn’t meant to be…I don’t know what that plan even is, and I’m not even talking about being some elite level crossfiter, but more along the lines much more could I have pushed myself this whole time?

Ok, that’s enough whining. I’ll get to the point. 

When I actually come back down to earth, back to my faith, and look around at this beautiful world around me, those negative thoughts and feelings go away. 

Because we are all on a journey. If there were no bumps in the road, I wouldn’t be who I am today. And you wouldn’t be the fine person you are. We all have something. Nobody is perfect. Maybe it’s something small like getting over an injury (or multiple injuries) in the gym, or maybe it’s about getting that job or promotion you want. Or maybe you’ve had some pretty tough battles to get your family to where it is now. Or maybe you had a baby, and getting your mind and body back to where you want it to be hasn’t been as easy as your friends made it look. Or maybe you’ve had to fight like hell for something else really, really important to you.

Sometimes we get so focused on the destination. We want to get there ASAP. No detours. No roadblocks. We forget that the journey is what makes that final destination so much more satisfying. 

No matter the size of the trial, the way we carry ourselves through it to the other side, says way more about us than anything cool or special we could have ever accomplished. Trials are hard sometimes. BUT they refine us and mold us into a strong person (if we “trust the process” and allow them to). 

When I take a step back, I can see what really is important in life. I’m thankful for my faith to know that God loves me, He knows that I’m a fighter, and He’s always had a special, unique plan for my life. I know that not everyone who reads this has the same faith I do, but hopefully there is something keeping you anchored to see that there’s a lot more going on than we can see!

At the end of the day, there will always be thousands of other people who can do what you do – maybe even better than you. Therefore it would be a shame to get so caught up in getting to that final destination so fast that you forget to look around, smell the wildflowers (those are my favorite) and waste an opportunity to see the joy that comes from TRUSTING and OWNING your journey.

Don’t settle for the mediocre. Choose to see the good. There is only one of you, so own your journey, not someone else’s. 

Have a great wee, and hopefully you got at least something out of my whining 🙂