My thoughts are all a jumble. After about four months of spiritual struggle
I now feel like I am mostly at peace with the state of my body. The surgery is now behind me and there is no
way to know my running future without going there, but that’s going to be a
slow one-day-at-a-time kind of thing. I
feel like I am mostly at peace with God’s will for my life in this regard and
mostly surrendered under His mighty hand.
In faithfulness He afflicted me.
May His lovingkindness now comfort me.
I hope He restores my fortunes, but if he does not I will continue to
move through the grieving and accept it.
In the end I might end up weighing 300 pounds if I can’t ever run at my
best again. Maybe not. I don’t know.
Not running (not walking without crutches!) kinda
bites. I actually feel remarkably well
for only being 6 days post op, and I’m in pretty good shape, although I’m sure
a little bit is slipping away every day.
I feel like I could go out and rip a 4:50
mile, but that would be unwise! I
already miss it a lot.
Meanwhile, God bless me, I have been filled with joy
watching my boy run. He’s had a couple
of great races and a couple not as good, but just watching him race on cross
country courses has been a balm for my soul.
He is beautiful to watch. I
appreciate his healthy knees and his slender form covering the ground, and I
find his determined face amazing as the wind parts his dishwater blonde
hair. Right now he has absolutely no
idea what he is capable of as a runner.
I guess I don’t either, but he seems to love it and I know that if he
feels joy from it then the sky is the limit.
It’s funny. I want, deeply from
the bottom of my soul, for him to run well and to continue to improve and to
stand out on his team and in competition, but if he doesn’t I am totally okay
with that, too. Really. After his couple of races where he didn’t
perform as well as he had hoped I was disappointed, but disappointed for him
because I empathized with him that he had not met his goals. There has been no
part of me that has in any way felt disappointed in him.