I’ve hesitated to write about this. I don’t know if it’ll stick. I’m curbing my enthusiasm.
I’m running again.
Not a lot. But a little. I started back last week. Run a little, walk a little. I guess you’d call it a sort of do-it-yourself intuitive running. I run until I can’t run anymore, then I walk. Believe me, it isn’t very long before the walking commences. Does my hip ache? Yes, a bit. How about your foot, Susan? It’s not 100%. But it’s way better. Thanks for asking.
It’s just time. I’m starting over.
I think, for me, it’s time to run for the fun of it. I need recess back. Don’t know if I’ll race again. Don’t know if I want to. But I have lost some weight and I feel pretty good. Lots of energy, in fact. I want to give it a shot.
The sun was just coming up when I started my route. Foggy and below freezing, I stuck to the lit sidewalks on the main drag. I could see a half block down. That’s all. Our road will be under construction – including the sidewalk – for the foreseeable future. I can’t run there. It has felt like a metaphor for all the things I can’t do right now. Slowly, slowly, some are getting added back.
I made it to the McDonald’s. Well. It’s a construction site right now. Then I turned around. All told, just over 1.5 miles. The future is…foggy. Yet for now, it’s enough. I am grateful.
Your word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path. – Psalm 119:105