The last component had running, which I had actually looked forward to before getting sick.
My lungs started to give out, and I just wanted to quit. Run to my car and drive away so no one could see me. Instead, one of my trainers started running next to me. Not saying anything, just matching my pace so I didn't have to finish alone.
Then I wanted to cry even more, as I am not sure they understand the full extent of the gift they have given me.
For the first time in 36 years, I love to exercise. Look forward to it everyday.
For me, Crossfit and running makes me happy. For others, it might be something else.
Whatever you find, I hope that there are supportive people around you to give confidence, as that for me has always been what I lacked in the first place.
I finished a competition this year, participated in it of my own free will. Chose to run a 10k, and had a blast while doing it.
Happy spor-aversary to me, can't wait to see what the coming year will bring.