Finally decided to go for a run tonight. The pace was lousy because my throat and lungs are very dry and I didn't have much energy, but it was so great to be running. I really missed it the last few days and though how grateful I am to be able to run and how glad I am that I accepted Sasha's challenge to push myself to learn to run without always taking walking breaks. Worried a bit about the knee for the first few miles, but it loosened up and there was no pain, so I forgot about the worries at that point in time. Lots of melancholy thoughts tonight. It doesn't help that on top of the holiday weekend I was then sick - so even more days alone and moping and not being able to run because of first my knee and then not feeling well. Sometimes I just let myself get drawn into the pity pot wondering why it is that some of the people I loved the most became so bitter against life and treated me so lousy. If it wasn't for my sister and my kids I would seriously think that simply living with me turns those I love into depressed, angry, hurtful people and it saddens me to think about that. Oh well - time to move on. I'm too tired to continue trying to change myself to make others happy.
I'm grateful to be able to run and not be weary and walk and not faint. What a great promise if we take care of our bodies. Now if only I had that beach volleyball player figure.....
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