Dreyer Haus

Last year was a DOOZY for me.

I’m sure I’ll get into it on here one day but I have been slowly coming back to myself over the last few months.

Running has been a passion of mine. I fell in love with running during COVID (I had a lot of anger, frustration and anxiety to work through during that time and running became my escape and therapy).
And since then, it’s been one of my favorite ways to workout and self-care.

I had Open Heart Surgery end of June this past year (2024) and for obvious reasons have not been able to run….

Until now!

Cardiologist cleared me, I am all healed up and I can get back into it. But for someone like me, who likes to move fast, achieve goals quickly and doesn’t have a lot of patience for the slower seasons, it’s been a struggle to see how much strength and stamina I have lost over the year.

I know…

It is SO stupid

I am alive. I have breath in my lungs and am here to see my babies live another day and yet I am frustrated with the fact that I get winded when running for 2 minutes.

I had a moment today where I finished my run and was feeling frustrated at my lack of growth and I just had to reorient my brain and pause and celebrate for a moment just how far I have come.

My body is a powerhouse. She kept me alive while I was slowly dying for 2 months. She hung in there while the Dr’s were stumped as to why I was wasting away. And she kept plugging along while I was cut open and was breathing by a machine while they stopped my heart to repair it.

How in the world could I think that running for 2 minutes was lame or back-tracking when I have come so far from where I was?

I owe it to myself to celebrate all my progress instead of reminding myself that I am not where I want to be yet.

And SO.DO.YOU!

You owe it to yourself to be awestruck by your progress.

And I’ll remind you in case you forget.

We’ve got this Queens