At this point in time of my life, I am happy.
I am happy for many reasons.
-I have an amazing bunch of family & friends (who I consider family).
-I am healthy… for the most part.
-I am losing body fat (notice how I said fat and not weight, I’m gaining muscle, but losing fat. My dreams of ever being under 200lbs are just a fantasy, and I’m okay with that).
-Set a new back squat PR by 70 lbs last night.
-I feel stronger and I feel faster in my running as well.
-I’m about to embark on my first ever 24 hour race this weekend at Worlds Toughest Mudder (this coming from the same person who never thought he could run a half marathon).
-I’ve been able to travel and experience things that many others might not be able to.
-I’ve met some of the most amazing and supportive people in the world just by travelling and doing all these races and in the crossfit realm as well.
-I feel I’m truly blessed to be waking up each morning and having had that second chance to do the things I love when the circumstances could have taken a turn for the worse and I could have been in a way worse situation than I really was.
-My blood sugars have been the best they ever have in a very long time. Even with the crazy workout regimen I’ve thrown in to prepare for my next big races.
-I’m happy, for the most part. (I’ll explain more when I do my write up on a kinda sorta autobiography up until this point in my life).