Is it really week nine? How has our time gone so quickly?
I was remembering the fear we all had on day one.
And the confusion during week one.
Then the lights started blinking on weeks two, three and four. Some lights went off, but for the most of us, we've stayed the course and pushed thru fear, pain, soreness, humiliation and glorious loss.
The last few weeks have been a battle with memories of chocolate and cake. I was feeling a little sorry for myself, but then I would pull my big girl panties up (cause they are falling a lot these days) and remember I can have anything I want. And then I run to clean the bathroom, because who wants to eat when they are cleaning up after their grandsons.
Now we have three weeks to go, well, I'm feeling nostalgic for those early days. Not that I really want to go back again, but the pull of being a team is strong. I'm sad to think that soon we will done. Tina and Rick will push us out of the nest and we'll have to fly on our own. We've challenged and encouraged each other for several months. I see each of you as a friend, nay! a comrade in our fight for life.
So after this challenge is over, don't be startled if I high five you for something odd, like making it through the company meeting without falling asleep.