January began a slow creep out of unhealthy.
It was slow but successful. January was easy. I went for runs multiple times a week, ate relatively healthy, and felt great.
February continued similarity. I felt healthy even while still knowing that healthy itself was far.
March. March wasn't good. The first two weeks were so busy that I didn't have time to run. I'm all for making time for the important things but for those two weeks, I was busy in the worst way.
Mid march I went for a run. It felt great to be back out after a couple weeks away. So great that I went again a few days later. Again it felt great.
Well, it felt great until the last few minutes when I suddenly was overwhelmed by pain. The type of pain that led me to call my mom, sit on the sidewalk, and cry.
I was discouraged. I had finally stopped having knee pain when running and had felt like I was about to hop back into a good rhythm.
The pain scared me and the 6 blocks of excruciating pain that I had to walk were tear filled and oh so very slow. I'm not a push through the pain type girl. I'm very much a wuss and so running ended. So did healthy eating.
March turned into a write off month.
April ran similarily, until I went for a walk two weeks ago. The walk, alongside my Mom, went through trails near my parent's home.
As we weaved up and down the trails, I started running. It made sense. My body felt ready.
I got home a few days later and felt ready to run again. The busyness of March had followed me though so finding a time proved difficult.
Until last night. Last night I ran. And it was glorious.
My version of running is still app aided, with walking/jogging intervals, but it's sweet to my soul to get out and run.
And last night was extra great because I decided to run to a worship album instead of my normal pop beats.
I love my pop beats (I actually very much love top 40 - fun fact right there) but as I alternated between walking and tuning, my soul participated.
I mouthed words to my Jesus as I huffed and puffed along.
It's always the right day to start again. A fresh slate comes alongside new mercies, I really do believe.
What's your fresh slate? Where do you need to simply start?