I ran.

photo (6)So…last night I ran. I ran for the first time in nearly 14 months. I wasn’t planning to run. It just happened.

I ran.

I am camping with my family and just before dinner last night I decided to walk down to the bathroom.

I ran.

After a few steps, I felt magic in my legs. My quads were loose and stretched. I felt my muscles come to life. They yearned to run. I figured, what the heck? Might as well try running the couple hundred feet to the bathrooms.

I ran.

When I got to the bathroom moments later, I felt my legs had come to life. I quickly took care of business and decided I would take the long way back to my campsite.

I ran.

Muscle memory kicked in. One foot in front of the other. I felt alive.

I ran.

My lungs burned. But I kept going, with a ridiculous smile on my face.

I ran.

I was determined not to stop to catch my breath. I refused to walk.

I ran.

It wasn’t far. It wasn’t fast. But that didn’t matter.

I ran.

About Amy

I’m not a skinny girl in a fat girl’s body. I’m a fat girl in a fat girl’s body. These are my thoughts. I'm not a doctor, so don't take my thoughts as medical fact. I won't be held accountable if you do. Warning: I like to swear. A lot. If you're the kind of person offended by such language, I urge you to step away from the computer.

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  1. I’ve been following you for a little while now, and I’m so very happy for you. All the best to you :-)

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