Firstly, my running journey started, then faltered then fizzled out thanks to injury and denial.
I managed to put on 12 kilos.
I've managed to injure my hip.
I've managed to grow out of 2 pairs of jeans - and not in the good way.
I've stopped tracking.
I had to back out of joining a running group, as I still can't run.
But,
I've learned about my inner determination
I've seen who are a good influence on me and my exercise, and who isn't.
I've had what I thought were good people judge me, and I've had people who I thought weren't become friends and encourage me.
I've continued to parkwalk to keep my brain going and legs moving
I've got through 2 months of no husband (working away) fairly well
I've kept smiling.
I've kept PTing, and am exercising at least 5 times a week.
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I've seen the positive in this injury - even when there was little to be positive about.
I haven't given up. Roll on 2015 - you will be my b*tch!
