first run

Running reunion take 2

The cool breeze tickled my cheeks. My smile glittered for miles and miles. My feet were light as a feather. My limbs loose as a grandpappy’s shirt. Freedom. That’s what my first run of 2013 will forever be. And here we go again šŸ˜€ TONIGHT’S RUN: 5:30 p.m. BG before: 7.6 Temp. basal: none (I had a Zbar (16 grams carbs) an hour before with no bolus) Distance: 4 minute intervals to a total of 12 minutes with 1 minute walking between each interval. 6 p.m. BG after: 5.4 Update on the ankle coming soon!!!

And so it begins…

I’ve waited for this day, dreamed of this day, ached for this day. And yet, when it finally arrived, my belly was all full of nerves, my heart was shaking, my legs quaking. The reason: A run; my first in 7 months! Heading out. Prior to lacing up my sneakers last night, I had visions of tripping on the pavement like I did the night I first learned of Little Ring in my belly, or of my hip popping out, like it did so many times pre-pregnancy, or of getting a tweak in my knee, or cracking my ankle bones with the kicking of my feet. Not surprising really. With my running past being so injury laden, it was hard not to worry about what may be. But then, I got out there. And oh man, the moment my sneakers hit the pavement, the moment I felt the beat of …

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