Fast-forward to today:
I read this on my daughter's blog this morning:
“I was run-nin!” -Forrest Gump
This morning will be something of a milestone for me. For the first time in three years, I’m am attempting to run a 5k.
I remember the last race of my high school running career. I ran the two mile at an embarrassing crawl. My left foot which was “toast” (from what my lovely less-than-poetic doctor diagnosed) lit up with pain. Each step was like a sledgehammer smashing down on my broken nerves in the toes, ankle and up through my entire body. What’s worse, the sledgehammer smashed down harder and faster upon my pride and my resilience.
I had been a runner. I had been a good runner, too.
Today, I just want to finish a race without pain. Today, Time and I have decided to coexist and not bother one another. Today, I’m going to run, not for my coaches, not for my school; today I’m running 3.1 miles for my Best Friend. And for me.
I’m learning that Time, though I hate it, can sometimes be a good thing. Time is very often healing.