“I believe that everything happens for a reason… and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” –Marilyn Monroe
I do believe that with every morsel of my being. But, in the beginning, middle or long after the end of certain events, I’m still not sure what that reason was. Sometimes we can piece together the reasons right away and it’s like, “Ooooh, THAT’S why that happened to me.” Other times, it’s months or years later, that the light bulb moment comes to us.
This is all on my mind because today was supposed to be D-Day. Today was the day I had been training for. Today was going to be the culmination of all of my hard work—my major weight loss, my weight lifting, the strengthening of my back, my going back to school for criminal justice and most of all, my running. Today, at 7:40am, I was going to crank out a bunch of push-ups, sit-ups, bench press, run a sprint and run an endurance race. But, because everything happens for a reason, that’s not what I’ll be doing today.
Today, I sit, wearing a large black boot on my right leg. Sidelined with a stress fracture of my tibia, I owe it all to my arduous training. I pushed myself too hard, too far and too fast. I was so dead set on pushing myself and passing this physical aptitude test to get into the police academy, that I pushed myself right out of it. But according to the above quote, there was a reason for this.
Now, I have time to learn all about training the right way, how to increase my mileage and speed correctly and focus on upper body strength training. And when all this is through, I’m planning on coming back better, stronger and faster than ever and taking the test in a few months. In the meantime, another police department has come calling and I’m ready to give them my best shot. I do know there’s a reason for it, even though I don’t know what it is. Maybe they are my “better”?