It was a beautiful day for a race. The path stretched out before me, and mile by mile I conquered it.
It wasn’t about how fast I could run, or how many people were ahead or behind me.. it was about taking in the beautiful journey and challenging my body more than the last race. Pushing past the boundaries that the mind built.
I ran more consecutive miles today than I have since before my son was born. Eleven miles. Slowly but surely my body is healing. My mind is healing. It is not broken, ruined, nor defective. The more that I run, the more I believe that I am capable.
Doing something physically challenging helps me to know that the next time I am faced with immense and overwhelming fear, I can face it with the courage of an athlete who pushes through the hardest part of the race. The miles just beyond our previous accomplishment.
One mile at a time, I am healing from my trauma.
“Keep running the race that is set before you with Endurance” Hebrews 12:1