I have been saved by exercise over and over again. Depression knocks at my door, and one of the ways I’ve learned to keep it outside is exercise. Particularly running. I get into my own head with good music and all the awful stays away, at least for a little while.
I’ve had ups and downs with it over the years, injuries, bronchitis-induced asthma, and chronic foot aches and pains.
The foot pain has been hanging on for a few years now, making running difficult sometimes.
I’m doing it anyway.
I am running, icing, stretching, cross-training and resting. Lather, rinse, repeat.
If I can do this, so can you. I will run until I can’t. And when I can’t, I’ll figure out another way to get moving. Being able to play with my kids without getting winded means that much to me. I’m running for my life. I’m running to keep the bad at bay. I’m running to refill my glass.
I’m running for them. They deserve a wife and mother who feels strong and able. That’s what running gives me. I ran in my first 5k in several years yesterday, and it felt fantastic. I can’t wait for the next one.
Most of the time I’m not actually dressed in a green tutu. I break that out for special occasions.