Sometimes there aren't words to describe what you mean to me. Who am I talking to? You.
You read and encourage.
Whether silently or through comments, I know you're there (in a totally admirable, not stalker-ish, way).
You've donated $925 to date for my half-marathon fundraising. If you can't donate, I know you're going to be sending me good vibrations on the race day, and you will be with me the entire way.
I'm not trying to be mushy. I'm not much of a mush. I know I don't respond to each comment, but I read them all, often 2 or 3 times throughout a day, and again on the weekend, to feel your support. Yes, I am doing this whole journey for myself, but with your encouragement I am reminded daily that I'm not alone.
This journey is hard. You might hear progress in my words and see progress in my photos, but sometimes I don't think I convey how hard it really is for me. It's easy to look at a blog and see someone “instantly” lose over 100 pounds. It's like hitting fast forward on your DVR – you understand the story, but miss some of the details.
So hugs to you, as I get to sleep early for early morning half marathon training tomorrow with my friend Amber, who I coincidentally met at the gym through Trainer Rob. I met friends at the gym, go figure!
Take a bow, and give yourself a hug, because you are awesome.