
6/14/18: Personal Journeys


At the track yesterday working on walking stamina & PT exercises, and I felt the urge to break into a run again. (6 months PO hammiversary..!) Still holding off, since my April backpack stumble set me back so much. My eye caught the shed in the distance and I couldn’t help but think it was laughing at me. As I rounded the bend I saw she was actually cheering me on.



8-year-old Leah: Mommy, you’re getting out of the car a lot faster.
Me: I know, right? I didn’t forget something for once.
Leah: No, I mean a lot faster with your hamstrings. Like, faster than when you had to go up the stairs with the good leg in front each time.
Progress.
It does get better.
One foot in front of the other. Then rest. Water. Protein, veggies, good fats. Go.
“There’s no place like home…There’s no place like home…*Click, click*…”

Oh, shut up, Rumi. …Right on the money, of course.

Hey, guess what? At 5 mo. PO the lumbar support cushion from my car doubles pretty well as a bum saver for the bleachers. Whew!
5 mo PO. Towards the end of my walk this morning as I came down this straightaway in the track, I suddenly wanted to break into a run – despite my fatigue & aching hams. I burst into tears with the longing. To actually do it at this point would be super dumb, but I’m going to call it progress. I’d written off running from my life. Must be the new sneaks. I texted my friend to tell her and she sent back this meme. So progress, and patience.

