Health knowledge made personal
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Running felt so natural and easy. My body craved the warm sun, the breeze in my face. I wanted to be out there for two hours. I settled for 42 glorious minutes. Later, I texted my running partner, Ben. My words are a great summary of that run: Me: Went running today. I’m not sayin’ it didn’t hurt. I’m not sayin’ it was a mistake. Thrilled. Ben: AWESOME! Grinning, I saved Ben’s text for a very long time. His encouragement came in handy many days.
Running just one day gave me the grace
to unlock new hope. It was always in me but there was so much fear in the way,
I couldn’t see it. In the days that followed, I felt so renewed and refreshed
as I pushed through recovery. How down I had been! It’s true that I had no idea
just how bad I felt until I began feeling good. And now I knew the real source
of my pain, my flatness. It was a huge shroud of fear. I was unconsciously
walking through my days, knowing I was fighting but not what I was fighting. Running crystallized things, and set me on a
path to conquer my fear. Stay tuned for part two...
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As a runner since age 15, my sport has taken me through a lot. From children to divorces to job stress, running has been my saving grace. When I had breast cancer recently, running was again there for me.
Two weeks to the day I had surgery, I couldn’t stand it anymore. It was time to start running again. On a sunny September day after work, I headed out into the fresh air. The plan was to just run easy and savor the day, the freedom.