Yet once or twice a week, I have a run where my leg aches for part of the time. And even when it feels fine, I spend at least part of every run focused on how my leg feels.
I know achiness is part of the healing process. I know that because of scar tissue and nerve damage and the muscles trying to figure out how to work together while my leg continues to heal, it will have soreness and weakness and aches that my other leg doesn't have. But it's still hard to keep running when there is any discomfort. After months of running in pain, any time I feel anything unusual in my lower right leg, I have a little panic attack.
After it ached my entire run yesterday, I decided to take today off. Then after talking to my husband (aka The Voice of Reason) last night, I decided to have a little faith and trust.
Trust in the process, in my plan as I have returned to running. Trust that I am doing the things I should and that my leg is strong enough to run.
So I ran this morning. I felt strong and my leg was happy. My calf felt a little tight. But so did the other one. I will keep running. I will keep listening to my body. I will keep channeling the sweet innocent faith of my girls who both included "mommy's leg" in their prayers last night.
I will keep moving forward. With faith and trust.