So today I listened to a little voice I've let fall silent for many years. Today my legs started moving and I let them. Today I ran.
As a college student, I ran every day and until I had babies and busy-ness... I ran. But it's been a while - a long while and today, for no particular reason, I left the house and ran.
I was reminded as I ran that it had been years. (Try 18 of them). I relived that feeling that comes when you shake off the day, when you let it all out, when you just run. I had no where to go and wasn't trying to run far, I just needed to do it. After 18 years, 7 surgeries, and 2 babies, I was just grateful I didn't die. I didn't, and I'm going to try not to die again today. That's the goal: run every day and don't die. Seems reasonable.
I am grateful to be running. And today - I'm not running from anything. Feels good.... and different.