I read my friend Maryrose's post this morning about her experience today in the park. The park where it all began. Our walking first, then venturing into jogging, our entire journey through Weight Watcher's, Cancer, both of us losing our Dad's, and the many other countless disappointments and joys of our lives. Then, my knee became too painful to even walk, let alone jog, and I was forced to quit, at least for a period of time. Now the knee is better, dicey, but better, but nothing else is the same. I tried to go back to the park, and I could walk, and I enjoyed it, but so many other things have made it difficult to truly get back into it. The first and biggest reason, is that I am now watching Noah much earlier in the morning than I used to, and my making it to the park to exercise would have to be happening at 5:00 a.m. I just don't know if I have it in me to do that right now. I am so tired by the end of the day and morning comes so fast, I just can't make myself begin my day at 5:00. Afterall it is only 30 minutes earlier than I used to, but it is so dark, and it seems so much earlier. Maybe after I get used to our new routine, I will try it. Til then, I think about the way we were......and I miss it so much!
This is the last journal entry of my jog log, when I had to quit for a knee rest.
Maybe I can get back to it, maybe??? I hope so. Jog log, I hope to see you soon. Park Pals, you too.
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