"You should do something for yourself. Set a goal, and when you reach it, let go of him."
And for the first time, something clicked. I didn't need to just get over him, I needed to let go of him. How? That part wasn't clear yet.
Fast forward to Tuesday. Dinner with some of my favorite Mules. Italian, of course. Catching up on everything from online dating (ugh) to five year anniversaries. What was new?
"We're training for a half marathon this October."
Then, like a slap in the face with a stick of twenty-year old prosciutto, something else became clear to me. This IS my goal. I'm not running away from my past. I'm certainly not going back to where I came from. This is my full 180.
And because I'm oddly obsessed with countdown clocks these days thanks to another fabulous creature I know, I suddenly was compelled to see how long I had to train... only to discover there were exactly 180 days left until the half marathon. Now if that doesn't give you goosebumps, I'm calling R. L. Stine to pay you a house visit.
And with chills and without question, I was committed to buying ridiculously overpriced running shoes and starting this blog. 180 days closer to letting go of someone who I used to care about more than myself. I'm excited to share this journey to the finish line with you, thanks for reading!
