Well what makes me put on my brace, my
compression sleeves, then my shoes? I look like a real circus act when I go
running. I feel bad for the people that are willing to go run with me.
I do not run outside in the cold. That would be crazy. No cement under my feet here.
I run for my kids. I run for the life that I
want to live not watch pass me by. I want to run on the beach, play soccer at
the park, chase my kids down when they run away. I never want my lack of
dedication to my physical health to hold me back.
I have some physical limitations. I can’t do
everything that someone else can do. I can do it in my way to my potential.
That is all I expect from myself, a dedication to my physical health so that I
can live life and play with my kids.
Running is a sport I love. I won’t say that it
is a “fun” sport or something that doesn’t come with some injuries. As my
awesome Physical Therapist said, “If you keep running I am sure to see you
again.” It is a sport that clears my
mind, fills my soul and body with good feelings and strength. I am glad that
after so many years I started running again. I am grateful for the life that it
has given me and the life in turn that I can give to my husband and kids. It’s
just a bonus that because I wear compression sleeves I don’t have to shave my
legs first.
