I didn’t intend to continue to run this long.
I thought I’d just run a few times to help me climb out of the rut of miscarriage. Maybe I would keep it up for two weeks. Maximum.
But, oh my God, I’m still running.
I don’t do it every day. I’ve found that running every day aggravates my left knee. So I run once per week. On the other days, I do my usual weightlifting, cardio kickboxing, or yoga.
I’ve noticed that now I’m looking on the sides of the road as I drive, scoping out decent, long stretches of sidewalk where it might be fun to run in the future.
I’m running longer stretches.
I’m not getting tired as easily.
And when I’m done… Oh… The feeling.
And a close second? Reviewing my heart rate charts.
I love seeing the peaks and valleys. Up and down. Over and over again.
I love seeing how far this heart and this body are carrying me. It’s one more reminder that, yes, I’m moving forward.
Yes, I can do this again.