One Mile at a Time

On Sunday night I went for a run on the beach.  YES, you read that right- a RUN on the beach.  Ok, so it may have been more like a really quick walk, or a slow jog, but my legs were moving and the wind was blowing through my hair....wait a minute...and the wind was blowing across my head.  I caught a good tail wind on the way back, and I have to say, I'm a little more aerodynamic without the hair.

At the end of the mile run, I felt more alive (and tired) than I have felt in months.  I was so proud of my body--to go from not being able to walk, to running in just six days was amazing for me.  For the first time since my diagnosis, I finally starting feeling like myself again.   

Still on my high from Sunday, I decided to go for another mile "run" last night.  But this time I decided to run around my neighborhood.  Turns out, it's a little harder to run the second day and on hills no less.  I'm totally paying for it today, but it was definitely worth it.

I've realized that I have to take full advantage of my good days.  And that I have to remain true to who I am-a woman who has always pushed herself, fought for everything she has and never gives up....and this includes the little things like beating Dan at the 5k run in September. 

Let the training begin!