Movement

Finally broke free and got moving. I don't know exactly what happened but it feels like a combination of a few things. I read a good ass whooping book, saw someone else get moving again, and felt like just the right time.

My body is not quite back up to speed post surgery so I chose to take it slow and went a mile the first day and two the second.

The more notable victory in all this was that this morning I got up at 630. I haven't done that for some time and felt pretty good making that happen for myself. In doing so I was able to walk, have breakfast, take care of the pups and shower before heading to work. It felt like a massive accomplishment to start off the day. I feel very good about it.

In being now so officially moving again, my eyes do turn to the future slightly just to verify that I have the time to prepare for my race in november. It seems like I might still be ok. Regardless of whether I do really well or not, I have the time to at least get to the point where I can survive. That is all I need for this first race.

More thoughts to come later about death bed Revelations and musings on regret.

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