The only way this works is if I start over; pretend I never ran before. I’m not looking at time or pace or distance. I’m looking at “did I get it there and run.”
I’m the unfaithful lover That has to earn back trust.
I’m the prodigal son who doesn’t deserve another chance but gets one anyway.
Loving my body means loving it when it can’t perform, and I’ve failed miserably on that front, but I’m ready to make amends.
So I ran today.
It was hard and lovely and just the beginning.
I promise to care for my lovely body that is sometimes amazing and sometimes fragile.