Out for my morning jog at the lake!
This year has been a lot of work to get my body and energy to a place where I feel healthy enough to start running again. I was so nervous because I feared that my body would reject this old activity that I had missed so much. On my first short run last week, I was just about in tears! The run felt so wonderful I didn't want to stop. But I know as a fitness that running further would not be a good idea for acquiring injuries. I was so emotional because I had been fighting for this moment for so long. I felt a glimmer of who I was, who I am meant to be. I do realize, however, that I will never be the exact person I was. Too many things have changed in my life. The time with my family is the most precious to me. My new diet regimen is one that takes time during my day to plan and prepare. But if I can find a way to give myself a piece of my past into my day with running, I know I can live with that fact.
Hope
is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune
without the words and never stops... at all. ~Emily Dickinson
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