So, today I did something that I haven’t done in a very long time. Something that had been heavy on my mind and worrying me for the last month, but something that I love, nonetheless…
I ran a mile and a half.
Yep, a mile and a half. A far cry from the 6.2 miles I ran three months ago, but still a run.
After receiving my blood test results, my doctor cleared me to run yesterday afternoon. My results weren’t perfect- I didn’t expect them to be. However, I’ve been upgraded to being “moderately” anemic, instead of severe. My hemoglobin (iron) level is up from a 7.3 to a 9.1 in only 30 days, with supplements and diet and lifestyle changes. Granted, the normal hemoglobin level for a 24 year old female is at least 11.5, so I still have a ways to go, but I’m getting there. I didn’t become anemic overnight, so I’m not going to recover overnight, or in a month.
Of course, after the doctor said the magical words yesterday, I wanted to go out and run immediately. However, I held off until today because I’d already lifted yesterday and I had Financial Peace University class that night.
I went to work this morning pretty happy, having a run to look forward to this afternoon. Some of my coworkers even said that I was really smiley and happy today. Still- I had no clue how far or fast I could go after over a month of not running. Not to mention, I’m still not “well”, so I don’t want to push it and feel sick again.
After work, I laced up my shoes and hit the track. But before I even started, I sat down outside on the bench and prayed. I have a lot to thank God for- my improving health, my supportive friends, family, and coworkers, and even being able to run at all. Of course, I also asked God to keep me safe, help me feel good about myself- just for getting out there and even trying to run, and to continue sending His healing vibes down.
After that prayer, I set off for a mile and a half, in around 20 minutes. I didn’t officially time it, because I didn’t want any added pressure- but it was a good 20 minutes.
When I was done, I drank a bottle of water (gotta stay hydrated!) and this:
It wasn’t a race or a personal record. I didn’t finish first in my age group. I didn’t get a medal or a ribbon or a prize- but for me, that mile and a half was a victory.