To Run Again

I want to run again.

I want to gasp for air and feel sweat trailing down my back. I want to appreciate the support in my shoes and the length of my legs. I want my calves to build back up to form again…to have people know I run, just by looking at my legs. I want to wear my Under Armor and Nike shirts, all with witty sayings and bright colors. I want to feel my second wind kick in, and take me farther than I thought I could go. But to feel all this…I have to run again.

Injuries…they suck, especially for someone like me…someone who discovered that one and only enjoyable exercise. The exercise they can no longer do. The memory of being strong and ready, and the reality of being weak and afraid. I’m afraid of it all.

I’m afraid of the time it will take me to run a mile now. I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it. I’m afraid I’ll give up running because the pain is too great and the benefits can’t keep me going. I’m afraid I can’t do it…but just like last time, I’m going to do it anyway.

I run. I can be strong because I run. I can be healthy because I run. I can be proud again…because I run.

I want to run again.