With our 20th wedding anniversary coming up next month, it seems silly to be celebrating my 5th runniversary. But it feels significant to me.
I started running after getting the knee surgery Sam had been after me about for years. I didn’t get the surgery so I could run, but so I could move. My pain had been enough that I had limited my activity more and more, until even walking up the stairs was a challenge some days. That was not where I wanted to be. There are plenty of people who don’t have a choice about that, but I did. So I had the surgery and 12 weeks of PT, and when I was cleared to run, I did.
The view on a recent run.
No matter my mood before I set out (grumpy, tired, sad, fearful) it doesn’t take long for me to realize how blessed I am that I can move. Smell the sweet Linden trees in bloom. Taste the sweat on my skin. Breathe. See the mountains and feel the sunlight on my face. Hear the birds.
I wish that for you, friends. Whatever your thing is, that thing you do that makes you feel glad to be alive, I wish it for you today. Thanks for celebrating with me.