Life and Time

Fifteen years ago I was told that I wouldn't be able to walk past the age of 25. I am 32 now and running 2 KM every other day. In most part I have my puppy to thank for it. She is a Border Collie and takes to chewing her own feet if she doesn't get enough exercise. She is my excuse. The activity of letting go and allowing myself to run again is my reason. The shoes are my enablers. I have owned all kinds of so-called athletic shoes in my life but the cushion and stability these offer have really helped me to believe that running can be something that I do, not just try. I am not promoting, only reporting. I was scared for so many years to let the feet rest. was content with just being able to walk. I was content to plod through life. I have not felt so healthy in years. I enjoy feeling wasted as I push through the pain of the run. There is no space for the build up of the day when the ground is flying beneath you.