Oh, what’s that you say? I get to have a good hair day and a good run day all in one day? I feel so spoiled.
I can’t believe my legs are actually feeling OK again. I’ve gotten so used to hating every second of every walk/run that I forgot what it was like to feel alright during a run.
Let me tell you about yesterday. Because it wasn’t like any other day.
In the midst of a fantastic comatose-like sleep on Wednesday morning, my alarm killed my vibe and reminded me how late I stayed up the night before. But then I remembered how great my Monday run was and wanted a repeat.
But I didn’t get a repeat. I got an even more amazing, more wonderful run than Monday’s. How? Why? When?
I started off with a walk, watching my shadow grow shorter and longer between the sidewalk lights. Then I started a slow jog, a trot just to get going. My leg didn’t kick out almost at all. I had a real stride going. I laughed because I couldn’t believe it. I laughed and smiled and kept going.
I made it about a mile and still felt good. I sped up and slowed down here and there but I never stopped running.
Just like that I felt like I started a new relationship with running. I immediately thought about races. I thought about training–real training for those races.
I get ahead of myself sometimes.
I still can’t believe it. This road with Dystonia has been a long one. It has been the most challenging thing I’ve gone through and I only hope this is a sign that my body is recovering from this awful disease.