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A victory lap run

This morning, on my measly 2.5 mile run, I realized something.

For the first time in over six months, I was running. I wasn’t worrying about what might start hurting, about what already was hurting, about the pain I might feel when I stop running. I wasn’t worrying about anything. I was just running. It was actually easy. It was fun. I just kept going.

I haven’t had that “I’m just out running” feeling in quite some time… in a really long time actually. It was like meeting up with an old friend, and catching right up where we left off.  I had near forgotten how freeing a run can be when you’re not worrying about what tingles, what needs to be iced and foam rolled once you get home and how you’re going to walk without limping around for the rest of the day. I finally enjoyed a run again.

It was a crispy morning, and last night it poured rain, so everything was fresh and clean. I felt like I was finally in a place where I wasn’t worrying about a tender spot on my hip, or my shins, or my back. It was just like the rain had washed away all the dirt, I was starting over.

When I got home, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I hadn’t even realized I wasn’t obsessing over pain until the last 800 meters of my run. It was then when I almost raised my arms over my head and fist pumped in glory. Then I realized my neighbors, who probably already think I’m strange enough for the outfits I wear when taking out the trash, would wonder what was wrong with me.

I was so excited. I was doing a victory lap and it was for a pain free run. It wasn’t far, and it wasn’t a long time, but it was back where I started over a year ago. Without pain.

This is about how I felt…


Here’s to being back on track, and many more victory laps.


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