Heart pumping, measured breaths, sweat dripping down my face, feet hitting the ground in rhythm…

It felt great to be running again. So good.

Last week, I stopped running completely, because my nose was doing the running for me — it dripped all day, forcing me to rub it a raw pink with tissue paper. My eyes also itched. My breathing felt constricted. I even felt feverish at one point. So I didn’t run at all.

I was afraid, today, of whether I would still be able to run well. Muscles will deteriorate over time if not used. And while I didn’t run as much as I used to (mainly because I told myself that I needed time to build up to where I was one week ago), I was still able to comfortably cover half the distance I usually do. And that was enough to lift my spirits for the day.

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