OK, anyone else tired of the parts?
Here's the conclusion:
Here's the conclusion:
Cried myself to sleep Friday with fear in my heart. The plan was to run 8-10 on Saturday morning. How was I going to do that? What was I doing to myself - to my body? What if I had to have surgery and therapy and ... and ...
Before bed, I loaded up the Wii Fit and completed a few Yoga sequences. Me and Yoga. That makes me smirk. I am so not a Yoga girl. But desperate times call for, apparently, desperate measures (not that I have anything against anyone who IS a Yoga girl; I, myself, however, would not describe me as one...). I also iced my hip, stretched it - a LOT - and fell asleep praying. Praying that God would heal the pain and help me run one marathon. That's all.
Saturday morning I woke up.
Pain free.
I ran 8 difficult miles Saturday morning.
(Mental fortitude and attitude are vital to a successful running goal.
Fear = High Likelihood of Failure.)
So, the moral of the story?
Pray.
And do Yoga.
And Pray some more - with a bag of frozen peas in your lap.
The End.
2 comments:
So glad you are feeling better:)
I got a good chuckle from your conclusion. Going to cook those peas for dinner tonight?
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Sweet! Thank you sooooooooooooooo
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much for the beautiful picture and inspirational poem. I LOVE IT as you knew I would. Looking for the perfect place to display it in my home.
I am very happy to hear you were able to run and were pain free the next morning. Your words are inspiring to me and I will be coming to you for a lot of that in the weeks to come as I begin to prepare my own body for this journey. LOVE YOU!
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