I never wanted to run a full marathon—I only did the half—but today feels like life telling me I should have. Today officially marks the start of my marathon training… in a different way.
The day began with the Titanium theme song and an early coaching call that set me up for so much. Coaching has been one of the best decisions I’ve made—not for anyone else, but for me and my recovery. It reminded me I am capable, resilient, and moving forward.
At the hospital, I noticed a sticker on my chair: “I’m brave today.” Probably meant for a child, but I felt it for myself. I am brave—for showing up, for getting this far. The nurses and doctors were kind and patient, walking me carefully through my dressings and care instructions.
Later, I took my first official walk. I didn’t overthink it—I just went. From 8:00 to 8:45, I walked down the road. Normally, it takes three minutes. Today, it was an achievement. In marathon terms, I had hit the wall in my recovery, but today I found a crack—a way through.
Recovery is slow, and the path isn’t always clear. But today, I felt progress. I felt movement. I felt hope. And that is worth celebrating.
To anyone facing their own recovery—physical, mental, or emotional—remember: the smallest steps are still steps forward. The hardest walls can be overcome, one moment at a time. Celebrate your bravery. Keep moving. Every stride counts.
What small step can you celebrate today?
