Then And Now

Back in June when the doctor told me not to run, I was devastated! 

All that hard work for nothing.

All I could think about was the fact that I wouldn't be running for four

weeks. That put me at the end of July. Then I'd start thinking how

there was absolutely no way I'd be ready to run at the end of August.

That night at dinner, I didn't want to talk to anyone. And because my

mind kind dwelling on it, I would break into tears at any given moment.

I cried.... and cried and cried!! 

But I am lucky.

I have am amazing Dad and a fantastic Grandpa.

They gave me a blessing the night I got home

from my doctors appointment and after they

were done, I felt peace.

Even though I was still so upset, I didn't feel

so hopeless.

Not long after that I was looking over my blog and came across

a bunch of post that I never got around to finishing, and one 

of them was the post that I published a few days ago. 

I got to the bottom when I talk about the things I'd learned.

The very last one says:

"I KNOW that I will be able to run 6.2 miles by August 31st"

I cried again when I saw that.

Because at that point, I no longer felt like that would be 

a possibility! 

The doctor told me to wait.

So I had to be patient.....

And being patient is hard work!

There were so many days when I felt fine

and just wanted to go out and run! 

But I had to remind myself that if I went out

and hurt myself more, that running wouldn't

be a possibility AT ALL! 

So I waited.... and waited!! 

Finally, on July 19th I got good news at the 

doctors office. Things looked good and they

gave me the go ahead to start physical activity! 

So, at 5:30 IN THE MORNING, I went for

my first run. The date?

July 22nd.

Exactly one month from the day I fell! 

My heart was telling me to just get out there 

and run three miles.....

But I had to do the smart thing and take it easy! 

That day I took it pretty easy and went just under

a mile and a half. It was a short run, but my ankle 

and knee felt totally fine.

It's been two weeks since I started running again.

And guess what???

I can run 4.25 miles!!!!!

It's a miracle!

And I say that with all the seriousness in the world! 

I KNOW it's that blessing I got from my

dad and my grandpa!! And not old that....

But I KNOW the Lord is helping me run!

Last Thursday I went running and ran

my fastest 5k ever!!! It felt so awesome!!! 

It's still hard, that is for sure!! 

And I'm still not 100% I'll be able to actually 

run the whole race.

BUT............

Seeing what will be waiting for me at the finish line

is pretty great motivation!!