gift

When i was a little girl i ate whatever i wanted much like my children do now. Meaning they eat lots of white food with ketchup on it. What i mean is they don't worry about calories and fat and vitamins and minerals. They know that i take care of all that for them.

I have been very lucky in my adult life. I have never had to worry about my weight, but i have always been a healthy eater and splurge in moderation.

But, i didn't really take care of myself. I didn't exercise, i didn't sleep enough, i smoked for far too long and used alcohol as a crutch through too many bad times.

Yesterday i was given a gift. I was given my right leg back and my goal of running a half marathon six months after i started running. I am not going to take this gift lightly. Injuring myself reminded me that this body is precious and i need to love and respect it if i want the second half of my life to be filled with beauty and joy.

I have done three runs now and i already feel the anxiety that was building up inside me abating. I'm going to spend the next 11 days fueling up and taking every herbal supplement available to me and i will cross that finish line – even if it takes me a whole day.