My healthy lifestyle that began back in April came along with a main goal to overcome a teenage defeat. When I close my eyes and drift back through my memories, I can still remember the day I said “I can’t” and surrendered.
Along with a teenage community group founded in my church, one Sunday we took off toward the mountains with a mission to climb, summit, and become closer to God. My body dragged itself halfway up and collapsed at a rest area, while I began wondering how to tell my Reverend that I simply could not do it. This memory has revisited me throughout the years; it’s one of the few times in my life where I quit.
This past weekend I chipped away at the defeat-filled memory. By picking the summit closest to home as a starting point, my guy and I took off at 7:30am with protein bars, water, and determination as guides. At 8:30am, we reached the summit.
And I proceeded to celebratory dance, shuffle, shimmy, and shake.