When I called my mom on Monday, her first question to me was, “Are you still running that half marathon thing?”
“Yes Mom. I ran it yesterday.”
“Well you better stop running now. Otherwise you’re going to break your knee again.”
I can understand her concern. After all, she’s watched me go through two knee surgeries and countless injuries for my love of sports and fitness and yes, running. She’s watched (and heard me whine) about the pain and frustration of rehab.
But what she doesn’t understand is that running and fitness has nestled its way into my body, heart and soul. And it’s not something that I would easily give up.