Morning Run

Though my wish was not granted, the weekend went well. For the first time in four weeks, I found enough energy to get up and run Saturday morning. Three miles – felt like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Stomach churning, head pounding . . . but I did it.

Afterward, the pain came in rushing waves – breaking, one on top of the other, until finally it dulled to a persistant knocking.

 

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