That is what it says on the new tech running shirt I want.
I am so ready to get back to running. I can hardly believe it has been almost 15 months since I have had a good, long run. I know it isn't quite time to try yet, but in my mind I am tapping my foot and tapping my watch impatiently. Now that I have the hope that my heart will fully recover, I am losing patience for that time to get here. Mentally, I am ready.
It isn't that I don't appreciate how far I have come physically over the last year. I do. I remember walking up our half flight of stairs, and sitting down at the top to catch my breath. I remember many conversations when I ended up gasping for breath to finish a thought. I remember just sitting in the van in the driveway, breathless from walking out of the house. I was weak, I was exhausted, I was barely able to function.
I do, of course, also remember the pain of running. A bad running day never totally leaves you. One night over a year ago I set out and by mile two, I knew I was done. I just couldn't go another step. It was crazy, and it was maddening, and it was discouraging. I remember how tired and out of breath I was the first time I finished 5 miles. I remember hitting the driveway after a hard run, and begging my jello legs to make it as far as the front door before giving out. I remember the rain, the snow, the heat.
It is strange that very similar physical symptoms can produce such different responses based on their origin. When I was tired and out of breath from being sick, I felt weak and afraid. When I was tired and out of breath after a run, I felt invincible and fearless.
I am ready to feel invincible and fearless again.