Ran my first 5k after roughly a month—and what a rough month it was.
Ordinarily, I’d be pissed or down about starting over again but I just don’t have it in me these days. I’m just glad to be functioning, is all.
While I usually don’t have a problem with people getting the wrong idea about me, it’s a little bit different when it comes to health issues, or basically, why I’m stuck at home staring at the ceiling. It affects such a huge part of my everyday life that I can’t get away with not saying anything. It’s the one time I can’t rely on “don’t complain, don’t explain.”
In any case, I’m happy that I’m literally up and running. I have fingers and toes crossed that this lasts.