This is my first blog so bear with me. It’s a lot different than the type of writing I’m accustomed to doing — writing about other people is MUCH easier.
For almost 29 years, I’ve gotten up and run 4-5 miles long before Husband even cracks open an eye. Suddenly, thanks to this crazy shoulder situation, I’m struggling to get up. He knows me all too well — he got out of bed, peered out the window, announced the rain had stopped and it was time for us to get started on our early morning walk. Sure, it had stopped…for two seconds. But I was up and not going to let him show me up; opted for the treadmills at the university gym which was — blessedly — empty except for us and the musty smell and ghosts of the athletes gone for the summer. Husband doesn’t like treadmills, or so he says, so he walked the perimeter of the gym while I challenged myself to see how far and fast I could go. …now, three hours later, the sun is peeking out…of course.