629 Days

On July 16, 2016, I ran three miles.

It’s been 629 days since I’ve been able to run at least three miles. It’s been 629 days since I crawled across the finish line at the 39th Marine Corps Marathon and hobbled my way to Crystal City where I sat in the shade while my husband went to go fetch our car and drive me home.

It’s been 629 days since I developed plantar fasciitis from over training too quickly for the marathon and had to stop running.

In those 629 days, I gained 70 pounds. But also in those 629 days, I lost 45 pounds. In those 629 days, I lived through the worst experience of my life by going through crippling perinatal depression. In those 629 days I created a human and gave my husband and I the best experience of our lives.

In those 629 days, my muscles grew weak and atrophied.

In those 629 days, I reclaimed my strength and grew strong.

In those 629 days, I learned the art of the 1 minute plank.

In those 629 days, I finished my Masters degree in Systems Engineering.

In those 629 days I confronted overwhelming suicidal thoughts for the first time in my life…twice.

In those 629 days, I traveled across the world, from the Baltic states to a Polynesian paradise.

In those 629 days, I wanted to leave my husband and our tiny family because of the numbness of my depression.

In those 629 days, family gathered around me and gave me strength.

During those 629 days, I crawled my way out of the darkness.

I kept going.

629 days.

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