It’s been 5 days of no running and I’ve gone from missing it to being totally used to it. I lie awake in bed thinking about the task at hand: a run. I’d considered it yesterday morning and decided to forego it.
Running didn’t seem like a good idea, even 4 days after my surgery. After examining my bruised boob in the mirror on Friday morning I decided to wait another day. Today, it looked a little better. The incision is clean and dry. It the area around that is discolored and bruised from the seams of my bra (which I have been instructed to wear 24/7 for a full month).
I decided that I would at least give the run a try. I’d committed to 5.5 miles in memory of Ryan Shay – run or walk, I’d get it done. I would try not to focus on my own loss but, if that came into my awareness, I’d try to see the healing that has taken place in these past months. And I’d pray for Ryan’s family to move towards healing (in their own time) as my family seems to be doing.