I started to write this post in a very different frame of mind. I titled it Salsa, yes please! I was going to expound on the yummy new recipe I made tonight. Healthy, delicious and approved for a repeat. A recipe involving salsa where I literally get to spoon the salsa into my mouth with no judgment. Hurrah, a success! But, I’ve been cooking for most of my life and these successes, while exciting and fun take a backseat to the success I had before I even started cooking.
Two weeks before my birthday, I hit my first running
goal. Then I got sick. Then I climbed
back on the wagon and pushed myself back to where I had been. And further. Then
I slid back again. And forward. Then a tropical storm, rain, rain, thunder,
rain and no running. Then, sunshine.
Then, last week, I felt awful. Awful like I was trying to get sick and had an
awful tummy flare up to boot. Hardly any running. So, this afternoon, when I got home from
work, strapped on my tennis shoes and suited up, I was uncertain how it would
go. I can tell almost instantly if this
run is going to be one of those amazing runs where my determination is in sync
with my body and I just go. Today,
surprisingly, was one of those days. I
feel like an Olympian, a champion, this afternoon. And I love it. I am proud to say I run. Proud to say I take
care of my body. Proud that I like the way I look in my clothes. Proud of me.
Proud of what I can accomplish.
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