Oceans (Where Feet Do Fail)
I should fairly warn you: This post is long and it’s not uplifting, but it is honest. So read only if you are prepared for an ending that doesn’t feel like an ending because this is an ongoing thing and it will only be resolved in time. I went out for a run today for the first time in almost two months. The air was freezing and I have so many other things I could be doing, but I decided that today was the day to get myself back on track. I knew that I needed to go to the battlefield, which is my longer run, and a route I would normally save for when I’ve been exercising regularly. As I started running, I looked for any excuse I could find to allow me to turn back. When the air started to make my asthma flair up, I wanted to quit. I wanted to stop sucking in air that cut my lungs like shards of glass, but I kept going. Then, when I’d completed 1 mile and my app told me my average pace and how long it’d taken me to get this far, I wanted to turn back. My time was less than stell...