A friend joined us for a run and I tried to keep up with her, but my body was unwilling. It cried out in pain. By the end of the run my ankle felt like it would snap in half. When I took off my running shoes I hobbled around feeling my Achilles tendon popping as I stepped onto it. (Luckily with some massage and stretching it feels much better)
I had felt discouraged several times during my run. My body had been pushed to the breaking point over and over. My body wanted to walk so bad...but I didn't.
I have a 10k coming up in a few days and I am nervous...but I'm excited to accomplish something I never have. I am running longer than I thought I would ever. I started running 8 minutes...that's it. Then I would go home. A few days later I tried 14 minutes and so on...now I'm running up to 6 miles. I still can't believe it. I can't believe that broken girl that had to say goodbye to her baby boy is me. After such a horrible trial I didn't expect to feel better than I ever have. I am in better shape than even as a teenager...though I was thin and tiny then.
I went running this morning for two miles and it felt so good...when did that happen?! I know I have been blessed to do all that I have been able. I am so grateful to be able to run and take care of the mortal body I have been given. I sometimes feel bad that I haven't taken care of mine as well as I should have. I think of Declan and how much I know he loved his little body...he never stopped moving while he was inside it...and it makes me appreciate mine.
