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.