Hope???

Today I went for a run.  It wasn't long, it wasn't hard, but I ran.  I ran.  It has been over a year since I last attempted to run, and that was after three months of physiotherapy for a bum knee.  Three solid months of therapy multiple times a week.  It got me nowhere.  The first time I tried to run, it hurt so bad I had to stop after the first minute.

Today a friend asked if I wanted to go for a run with her.  I told her my issues, she agreed to take it easy and we strapped our boys into our jogging strollers and we were off.  It felt amazing!  I loved my feet beating against the path, feeling the leaves and gravel beneath my feet.  I loved feeling my muscles moving together, working hard, brushing off the dust.  It was so...rewarding.  My knee did great and held up until the very end.  It only started to tweak a bit.  It only throbs mildly now.

I have hope.  I hope that I can do it again.  I hope that it will grow stronger.  I hope that I can get back to where I used to be.  Running is a world I can escape to and be alone.  It allows me to get my thoughts in order.  It brings me peace!

Thanks, C, for the run!  I hope we can do it again!