I recognize that I am not fully recovered and that more treatments may still be in store. There were times I doubted, but I am now confident that recovery is possible. There were times I looked at past medals and wondered if I would ever even walk without limping. Now though, I can be grateful for the injury. I learned a few things. Two weeks off an injury is much better than two years--listen to your body. A one mile walk is not to be poo-pooed. I have a glimpse of what it is like to live with a disability or constant pain. Faster and farther are not always better. Patience, patience, and then keep hoping someday I'll learn patience. Sometimes it's good just to be still.
When I left in the morning, knowing this was the day I would try to run, I worried that I wouldn't like to run anymore. Not so. Winded as I was, I loved feeling my heart, arms, legs, and lungs all pumping together. I'm taking it slow (don't worry, I've learned my lesson) and have no plans for races any time soon. But I love waking up before my alarm goes off because I can't wait to get outside and greet the sun as it slips over the mountain. I am blessed. Anyone up for a run?
In the spirit of this, with tongue in cheek, I provide the following perspective. Because now, it is something I can laugh about.