Back to doing what I love
90 degrees in the low country as they call it here. We’ve been here for 22 days thus far. The boxes upon boxes are slowly dwindling yet they feel as if they are multiplying. We try to do something constructive each day as well as explore our new environment. The anticipation of wanting to see it all has me bursting at the seams, yet the daunting task of putting this place together fills me with guilt when I think of heading out for adventure. Speaking of adventure, my partner aka Keoki, my Australian Cattle Dog is on the mend from his castration…such a harsh term, makes me shudder. So he’s gotta be kept on the down low for a few more days. That being said, I took advantage of his down time and put on my running sneakers.
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve run. You see, I’m a marathoner. Self taught runner. Running is my medicine, my tranquility, my sanity keeper. I thrive off the endorphins. Long story short, I’ve been diagnosed with an autoimmune health condition (more on that in a future post), so now I find myself to have excessive fat, painful knees, depression kicking in leading to self doubt. When we moved I had such an awful flair up I honestly thought I would be in a wheelchair soon. It was frightening to think of giving up my independence (insert vision of Grace from Grace & Frankie with their “Rise Up” toilet seat! Yes, I had to ask for help! Now my master bathroom has been “graced” with one of those assisting bars for future flare-ups Devastating but glad there is a solution because if you ask my family I don’t do sick and needy well. Nurses are the worst patients and I’m proof (Sorry guys).
Anywho….today I ran. The younger version of myself would say it wasn’t pretty. It was hot, I was slow, I had to walk, and it wasn’t even a mile. PFFFTTT. If you saw me two weeks ago laid up on my sofa you wouldn’t even recognize me as the same person. The me today sees it as GLORIOUS! I RAN!! I ran more than I walked. I ran further than I expected. I took the opportunity to walk back and sneak in a little meditation segment, which I haven’t done since we’ve arrived. I took the time to observe the beauty of everything around me I ran past the first time. I’m slightly competitive especially with myself. Walking used to frustrate me when I could run. Today I am thankful I am able to do both. I can’t say I’ve ever taken my mobility for granted. I’ve always been grateful and given praise and appreciation. I have seen many in my line of work who would give anything to even be able to FEEL their legs. My mantra used to be “I run for those who can’t”. Today, I was able to continue that and it felt amazing.
For the love of running…I’m Back to Doing What I Love! Blessed Be✨
