This line: "But, I thought about how much harder this injury has been because I’ve hitched every ounce of my happiness to the horse of expectations." I need it on a cross stitched pillow.
So relate to this! Injuries or even the first twinges of them can feel like the happiest place we know is crumbling beneath us. So happy you are able to get back to the best place you’d rather be.
I've definitely been feeling *just how much* (and how much joy!) is wrapped up in my running, which makes the loss hit very hard. And thanks for that! I hope I'm back for a while. <3
Glad you're back on the trail! Sorry recovery was so challenging. That seems exhausting and stressful in its own way. Cheers to many more safe and comfortable adventures ahead! This sentence of yours filled me with beautiful imagery and hope for your future runs (and my own journeys on the trail). "As I padded uphill, forget-me-knots and geranium burst across the ground like confetti. My steps were as springy as the wild iris flashing violet petals at a soft sun."
Oh, how the body can humble us. I am glad you are back in your happy place, friend. Beautiful, beautiful piece.
Thank you, friend. I appreciate that so much. <3
This line: "But, I thought about how much harder this injury has been because I’ve hitched every ounce of my happiness to the horse of expectations." I need it on a cross stitched pillow.
Ditto! It's a lesson I'm sure I'm not done learning.
So relate to this! Injuries or even the first twinges of them can feel like the happiest place we know is crumbling beneath us. So happy you are able to get back to the best place you’d rather be.
I've definitely been feeling *just how much* (and how much joy!) is wrapped up in my running, which makes the loss hit very hard. And thanks for that! I hope I'm back for a while. <3
Glad you're back on the trail! Sorry recovery was so challenging. That seems exhausting and stressful in its own way. Cheers to many more safe and comfortable adventures ahead! This sentence of yours filled me with beautiful imagery and hope for your future runs (and my own journeys on the trail). "As I padded uphill, forget-me-knots and geranium burst across the ground like confetti. My steps were as springy as the wild iris flashing violet petals at a soft sun."