I ran a mile this morning at physical therapy and it was glorious!
After not running since December 2010 I went through almost a year of PT, chiropractors, and the ultimately hip surgery. Finally, I’m nearing normal hip use. My first event for running after surgery came last week when Adam and I were trying to make a connection at Chicago O’hare (we failed). Then, this morning my PT said, “let’s do some running today.” My lungs hurt and my legs are sore, but I was so happy to see a resemblance of past abilities.
The whole experience, from start to finish, made me realize that I’m aging. When I was 20, I couldn’t imagine being 30. I didn’t really wear sunscreen and did whatever sport I wanted. Now I can see the affects of the sun, especially on my hands and I’m more limited in my physical ability.* It also hasn’t helped that I started seeing gray in my hair. However, I keep telling myself to embrace getting older, to enjoy the next stage. In a culture that elevates youth and disparages any kind of aging, I keep having to tell myself that while my 20’s were super fun, that I wouldn’t like to go back. I know myself so much better and am more confident in who I am. I’m hoping that my 30’s will be about having more courage to live all that out, in relationships, life choices, and photography. Here’s to turning the big 3.0. this year!
*Please excuse the lack of addressing that I’m privileged in society to have been so “able bodied” in the first place.