One year ago I was devastated. At 12 weeks pregnant, I felt it was safe to put the word out. As I was preparing to tell friends and family, I started bleeding. A trip to the ER confirmed my biggest fear. I had miscarried. I went home shocked; feeling numb, really; except for a huge cloud of guilt that hung over me. I ended up in the ER again the next day, unable to keep conscious because of the loss of blood. It took a few weeks before I was back to normal, but nothing was normal anymore. I had backed off of my training and put on weight. My body showed all the effects of a pregnancy; but there was no baby to snuggle and love on. Through this time of mourning, I gained such a huge appreciation for the AMAZING gift that my kids are. Yes, I have a little one who I will never get to hold this side of Heaven, but God has blessed me with 5 kids that I love with all of my heart. Getting back into training was difficult, but I needed it. The way I train has changed. I still love strongman, I love the way I feel when I hit a PR. I strive to be stronger everyday. But before that, I am a mom. My workouts are shorter, but I get the work done. I cant wait to go to Reno in two weeks to compete at nationals... This one is for Abigail, who I cant wait to meet someday.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 04:27:46 +0000
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