thankful
Yesterday morning I had to stop 3 blocks into my morning run. Sharp pain shot through my knee, dull through the middle and sharp out the other side. Stabbing. I was discouraged. I watched another runner across the street charging up the hill in the morning wind and spitting rain. And I felt a familiar jealousy. She could run, and I was walking home.
Injury, or the threat of injury, brings the love of running into full blinding focus. It's all I can see. I tried not to get down, I'm no stranger to injury after all(3 knee repairs, 3 broken vertebrae, a broken toe...) I took The Stick to work and rolled out my IT band. I stretched.
I lead my running club just fine (after a half hour warm up). Post run I joined the Wednesday night yoga. The instructor asked us to dedicate this workout to something as we sat cross legged after a warm up. Eyes closed I thought, "healing" "fix". But my whole body was saying "Thankful". I touched my knee and thought "Thankful". My legs have carried me. They are strong and young. I love them. Every scar. Every scrap of cartridge. I love my lungs and heart and breath and my toes even when they cramp. I love all my bones under my skin. I love. I am thankful.
Today on my run this song reminded me to be thankful for my days on the earth. With the wind at my back and the soft spring ground.
Injury, or the threat of injury, brings the love of running into full blinding focus. It's all I can see. I tried not to get down, I'm no stranger to injury after all(3 knee repairs, 3 broken vertebrae, a broken toe...) I took The Stick to work and rolled out my IT band. I stretched.
I lead my running club just fine (after a half hour warm up). Post run I joined the Wednesday night yoga. The instructor asked us to dedicate this workout to something as we sat cross legged after a warm up. Eyes closed I thought, "healing" "fix". But my whole body was saying "Thankful". I touched my knee and thought "Thankful". My legs have carried me. They are strong and young. I love them. Every scar. Every scrap of cartridge. I love my lungs and heart and breath and my toes even when they cramp. I love all my bones under my skin. I love. I am thankful.
Today on my run this song reminded me to be thankful for my days on the earth. With the wind at my back and the soft spring ground.