I’m proud to say I’ve been running strong for the past month and it has been such an accomplishment. But last week turned out to be my crappiest week for running where I couldn’t achieve any of my goals. After one of my runs, which nearly turned out to be a fail, I had thoughts running through my mind and wanted to share in hopes it would inspire someone.
My husband helped me through my run today.
The past three weeks, I’ve started this little running adventure, which is something I’d never thought I’d pick up in my life. Us, Ibarra children don’t do long distance running, we practically loathe it and here I am loving every moment of it.
This week has been an off week with my running goals and today’s goal was to just make it to three miles without stopping … that’s pretty much my goal every time I run. Once I was past the 1 mile marker, I already wanted to give up. Pathetic. I started imagining myself doing a race and he was who I envisioned at the finish line. Cheering me on and encouraging to finish out strong. And then my emotions went all over the place; ecstatic, happiness and then just a tinge of sadness. Kind of like how this deployment is going.
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It’s been a few weeks and some change of complete silence and here I am left with my thoughts. I’m starting to imagine this deployment like a race, I’m just going to keep going and going until I finally reach that finish line and he’ll be there. As much as I rely on him, he expects me to do the same back at home. So here we are both running marathons (even though that may be a while until THAT actually happens) waiting to see each other at the finish line. And to me that’s the best reward, not the big event of homecoming or the dressing up and looking pretty for your man. The first moment of finally seeing someone after fighting through this long battle, we made it … it’s over … for now. Every mile brings me closer to him, he has carried me every single day through this deployment. And he will always be there carrying me through my runs without physically being there.
It’s evident that I miss my husband every single day. This has been the longest that I’ve gone without hearing from A and it’s just a weird/interesting feeling. I don’t know what to think of it and it ties in with the last minute post that I shared on Friday, Military Life | Does it ever phase you anymore? Some of the feedback that I received was welcomed and I took each with a grain of salt. They weren’t harsh in anyway, but rather eye opening because when I open up my heart and truly share what’s on my mind, I want to hear the outside perspective because it helps me see things from another point of view. And possibly ones that I’ll never truly understand. I’m open-minded because it gives me the chance to always learn something new.
This deployment I’ve been more active on sharing our military life and it has been cathartic. I have always used my blog as an outlet to speak my mind and every now and then when inspiration hits, I truly let it out. I fully understand that not everyone may agree with what I have to say, but that’s what comes with blogging. That’s normal.
Since I’m getting off-topic, I just wanted to share my running story with everyone. No matter where this military life takes us, A will always be there at the finish line and I’ll always be waiting for him. Our life is far from perfect and there’s a lot of crap to endure in this type of life, but he’s worth it all.