Yesterday I ran 9 miles. This isn't the first time I've run nine miles in my life, but it's the first time since I had ACL and meniscus reconstruction last September. We had planned to just do 8, but shit happens and sometimes you just have to go the extra mile (ba dum chhh).

After said nine miles, I felt like death. My legs were sore as fuckall. My knee hurt. I could barely move. My body was PISSED. Pissed that I made it run so far. Pissed that I worked it so hard at the gym the day before. I had planned to get a lot of shit done, boring stuff like chores and whatev, but wound up laying naked on my bed until it was absolutely necessary for me to get up and shower. No lie. I was scared to move any muscles for fear of them exploding.

My abs hurt. My legs hurt. My back hurt. My arms hurt. Everything HURT. (Still does.) I wondered if I overdid it or if I was just being a wuss.

Finally I got in the shower. I sat there and let the water run over me. Partly because I wasn't sure that my legs could hold me and other partly because the hot water felt vurry nice. 

I leaned back and laid down in the tub and let the water rain down on me. I remembered back when my hips would touch the sides of the tub when I sat. I looked at my hips as the water trickled over them and they're thin, far from the tub barriers on both sides. I remembered when my stomach would hang over and just sort of blub there. Now it's flat, not as toned as I'd like, but flat nonetheless. I even noticed a difference in my tatas. They used to just kind of flop there, but now they're, I dunno, perkier? I laid there looking at this body I've been working toward and continue to work on, not noticing the areas I need to improve, but appreciating how far I've come. Sometimes I'm not sure we do that enough.

I thought about why I was sore. Why I keep running. Why I insist on working out 5-6 days a week. It's important to me. I like being healthy. I like being petite. I like that I'm consistently a size 4. I like being strong. I work hard so that I can stay this way. And then I stood up and finished my shower and went on with my day. Somehow being sore didn't feel so bad anymore. 

The only point in looking back is to see how far you've come.


  1. Okay, so I just cried and...Put my gym clothes on, headed out the door. Thank you for sharing!

  2. Love it. We do all need to take the time to celebrate just how much we have accomplished and not just focus on what we need to accomplish. And, good job on the 9-miler!

  3. You gave me just the right motivation for today. I really needed it too!

    You rock!

  4. Congrats! Be careful with your knee though, you don't want to mess something up again! I am so excited for you... and looking forward to the day I can look back and feel the same way in the tub! :)

  5. You are right. It's about how far we've come, now how far we need to go. Great job on the run and here's to hoping the soreness goes away today!

  6. Nice reflection ... while I'm not where I want to be quite yet, I'm better than I was and happy with that!

    I don't know that I'll ever run 9 miles though. I hope to be able to do a 5k without stopping, that is all :)

  7. I love you, girl! You just gave me more motivation than all the "don't give ups" or "it's almost swimsuit season" I've been hearing everywhere. As a big girl just starting on her journey, it's amazing to know that awesome people like you keep it real. You're my favorite!

  8. I heart you Nerkymeg...that is all

  9. You fucking rock. You really do. 9 miles is awesome, and you really have come a long, long way.


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