Today I went for a ‘run’.
The first one in 18 months!
I am feeling so happy, even though it wasn’t long, it wasn’t fast and it wasn’t pretty.
When Tom was diagnosed, life got in the way and I stopped running. Then when he died, I didn’t want to run.
Then the health anxiety came that has been crippling for months.
I had convinced myself that if I went for a run, I would have a heart attack and die. Probably down a path where no one would find me for hours.
Proper light hearted, me 😂
So today I put on my running gear and went for a walk. But managed 5 lots of running in that time.
And guess what?
I DIDN’T DIE!!!!!!
My heart rate peaked at a healthy level and came back down once I stopped.
My body worked!
One step at a time. I might get real Jess back one day!