Okay, really, it was only 6 miles.
I haven't had a true "Corrie Workout" in a while.
I've been doing 30 minutes on the elliptical here, a little walking there, and maybe a mile of running occasionally.
Tonight, while watching the Pats slaughter the Texans, I ran for a full hour. It was actually 59 minutes. I got a killer side crap at that point.
After that, I came home, took a shower, and took a prenatal vitamin.
The prenatal vitamin is significant.
Since that awful day two weeks ago, every time I go to the bathroom, I find myself staring at the stack of samples the doctor gave me. I haven't taken any since that day.
For the past 14 days, all I could think was, "What's the point?"
For some reason, tonight, I felt like there was a point. I felt like there was hope. I felt like maybe, just maybe, the third time could be the charm.
Could this feeling of hope be connected to the awesome run I had?
Could I be delusional thanks to the endorphins that come from exercising? Probably.
But, all I know is that somewhere deep within me, I felt like it was time to get my body ready to start trying again.
First, I have to have a followup doctor's appointment. There's no trying until I get the all clear. Hopefully, that will come next week.
Thanks for reading, and thanks for supporting me.
Also, to the person I never met, who sent me the sweet card, thank you.