A Bunch of Random Winning

So much to say, so little time. I am sitting here after a crazy weekend and my eyelids are literally drooping as I write. Life can get a little crazy and I've been feeling a little crazy lately too. So while the words all blur and run together, let me just tell you a few things that are on my mind.

Have you ever felt that you've reached your limit? That you can go no futher? That you've got nothing left? Let me assure that you haven't even seen what you are capable of. Some of you know my sister in law, Sara. Last year at this time, she was nearly diabetic. (Oh dear, I hope you don't mind me saying that. Blame my delerium. I'm a winner--wait that's Charlie Sheen.) Back to my sister in law. She took it upon herself to start walking. Just that, a little walking.

Those of us who live in Ripon couldn't drive to the Super Kmart without seeing her shrinking body moving through the streets of this town. She literally shrunk last summer and continues along that same path. Before I knew it, she was doing road races and power walked a half marathon in amazing time. So this girl DARES to tell us that she will not be able to run a 5K, she has hit a wall. Silly girl. It's all in her head. She is a winner too (Sheen again). Today she ran almost 5 miles.

Two years ago, I set out to run a 6 mile race with my friends. The thought was overwhelming. I had extra weight and a heavier heart, full of doubt. But with each mile I completed, I started to dream about the next. Two years later I have a half marathon under my belt and that six mile run is now a week day work out. Winner, winner.

I'm about to get a little off track here. My sister is sitting at her home in Plant City, Florida. They have a Strawberry Festival there every year. Plant City's claim to fame. But more importantly, she is majorly pregnant, today is her due date, and I will be there tomorrow. If I have any more winning left to do, please let the prize be a chance to meet my niece this week.

So, for the rest of you wondering if you are done being a winner. . . you're not. Winning comes from busting your ass, taking good care of your body, and believing that with each victory, you win the chance to prove to yourself that you can do more and more. You can run one more mile, climb a higher hill, swim another lap. Get it in your head now that you will continue to win and the victory will always be yours. Does that make any sense?

Bon Voyage,
Brooke

PS Charlie Sheen was not harmed in any way during the writing of this blog. I hope he gets help and I would be happy to be his personal psychiatric care provider for 3 million dollars per session. Winner!!