I am happy when I run.
A couple days after I got hit by the truck while running, Brad and I went to Costco. I found myself hobbling over to clothing, in particular the exercise clothing. I love the Costco running jackets. I am very picky about them. They have to have a full zipper front, zipper pockets, reflectors, thumb holes, hand covers, collar, inside pockets, the length has to be just right, and it has to be bright. There I was, crippled in spirit and physically unable to run, and I found the perfect running jacket. On top of that, they had one that actually fit me AND it was on SALE. I tried it on, it was perfect and so cute and it fit like a glove around me. I loved it! And then I took it off and neatly folded it, I sighed and put it back. I started to walk away, knowing that if I bought that perfect jacket, it may never go on a perfect run, like it rightly deserved. Brad questioned it. I told him that it was a stupid time to get a jacket to run in. He said, "Go ahead and get it. Besides when you are running again, you will be easier to spot in this." He handed me the jacket and went on shopping. I walked around the store, fidgeting with that jacket the whole time. Mad I got hit. Battling inside whether I would ever run again. Would I heal? Can I face the streets after something so traumatic? I look at every truck to this day and think, "If I got hit by that truck, where would I grab to keep me from going under?" Brad confidently grabbed the jacket from me at check out and bought it. I wore it the rest of the day, hoping the day would come that I could run in it!Well today I did just that. I went for a 3 mile run at an 8 1/2 minute mile. I ran on a trail, I saw all sorts of birds, and enjoyed every minute of it! It was one of those emotionally feel-good runs. The mallard duck couples lazily gliding on the water. Flocks of seagulls flying and landing in the water. My favorite was the Canadian geese that spook so easily away as I approach. They are so big and beautiful! I soaked in the single track trail, overgrown in grasses and stray branches. It was just what I needed mentally. Physically, on the other hand, it didn't go as well. But I am so grateful for the fresh air, the freedom, the soul run! And I am thankful I got to wear the jacket Brad confidently bought me, confident I would be able to run again!























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