Today Was a Good Day
After spending nearly eight weeks wearing a boot, not being able to wear shoes, getting x-rays, going to countless doctor appointments, struggling through physical therapy, taping, icing, soaking, crying, venting, popping pills, and spending long hours at the gym, I finally touched down on soft, dirty, muddy trail today. I did not run far and I did not run fast. I traversed roots with care and not the ease with which I normally jump trail from side to side. I carefully lifted my foot each time I stepped in mud rather than allowing the mud to suck me in. I thought about every step that I took and ever step was difficult. I was in pain, but that pain was overshadowed by the smell of the trees, the sound of branches crackling beneath my feet, and the lush forest that surrounded me. Today, I ran.