Today, I went for my first REAL run. There is a beautiful trail about two minutes from my house, along which flows a mountain creek filled with the snow melt from last winter. The trail winds up toward those two inspiring peaks I look at out the front window of my house, and as it progresses up, it passes through the pine forest and through the willows along the creek, at times canopied by them as they bend over and form an arch. The trail crosses the creek over three bridges, the first two at the lower end, the last one much farther up. If you continue on up, you eventually come to the highway which snakes its way up the mountains to the ski resort at the summit. I followed the trail all the way up to where it met the highway yesterday, walking all the way up, and jogging a bit on the way down. Today, it was cool and I felt energized in a way I have not felt in ages. I walked all the way up the trail to where it met the highway again, only this time I ran almost all the way back down, walking only where there were lots of rocks on the trail, or where I had to cross the water jumping on rocks. The trail is probably about 1 1/2 miles up, so I ran back almost 1 1/2 miles down. For those of you who have followed my diary, you know how much I have missed my running, and how much I wondered if I would ever be able to do it again. Today, I proved to myself that all those miles and miles of patiently walking, then hiking, were worth it. There has been a constant smile on my face today, followed by tears of joy. I have returned to a beloved passion of mine and I feel so incredibly blessed right now. Tomorrow I may be sore and achy, but today I am in a bit of Nirvana and nothing will take the smile off my face. I did however realize immediately after my run that after all the miles of walking and hiking on my shoes, they were no longer appropriate for running so I took myself shopping for a new pair of trail running shoes. As I tried on different shoes and tested them, I couldn't help but recall just how far I had come in this long, and at times painful, journey. Just the act of having to buy a new pair of running shoes seemed evidence of my improvement and that I was finally closer to my former athletic self then ever before. For all of those behind me in this difficult, long journey, I hope this glorious day of mine will give you hope. Don't give up! With patience, and a lot of diligence and work, you can regain what you have lost. It comes one step at a time, one day at a time, one achievement at a time. All the best to all of my BL friends; here's to the return of all of your passions and your good health!!!