Begin again

It's been a bit since my last blog post.

I'm 50 now.

I had a great celebration in Key West with my husband, my girls, and some great friends. Lots of walking, dancing, eating and drinking.

Since then, I've been hitting the pavement. Slowly at first but now feeling a bit more comfortable upping the speed. On my 6-month post BREAK on April 15th, I ran 6 miles comfortably. Just over a 10 min. mile pace with a friend joining me. It felt good. I felt inspired.

This morning I signed up for a half-marathon in October. One that I was signed up to do last year, until I broke my ankle 11 days prior. So, that's the one. BCS Oktoberfest on October 25th. One year and three days since my surgery.

My six month training started today. Beginner plan. There's nothing wrong with starting from the beginning.

So here's to training through the Texas summer and finishing the race with a cold beer.

Begin again—one mile at a time.

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On the run... a little bit.

So a few things have happened since my last post. My foot got better and I got eager. My January appointment (12 weeks post op), went well. Doc said he never wants to see my foot again. So my mind said, "lets gooooooooooooooooooo".

BUT.... No jumping, no running. For at least a couple of months. Yeah. Whatever. I decide to run/walk anyway. It went well. I was sore, as expected. Took it easy again, then decided to run/walk again to try and prove something. To whom? I don't know. Still sore from that.

I've decided to go back to the easy and responsible way of healing. (i'm also laughing at this with you). I'm turning 50 in 4 days. WHAT!?

For something that was seemingly completely broken in half, and to heal in a way like nothing ever happened because all of the other parts around it protected it, thanks to the doctors, God, and the unseen strength built into us.

All I Needed Was The Say So...

Eight weeks post-op. Nine weeks post-break.

Sometimes that’s all it takes—the green light. The permission to trust your body again. I’m a firm believer that when there is a will, there is a way, and today my doctor gave me exactly what I needed.

His words? There is enough hardware in my foot that I don’t need to be afraid of it anymore. I can work it out. I can stretch it. I can push it to the limit. It will not break.

Pause. Deep breath. Freedom.

Then came the follow-up: “But do not run. And do not jump.”

Wait… what? You just said it won’t break.

Maybe he’s talking about the other foot. 😄

In all seriousness, this season has been one long lesson in patience, trust, and listening—really listening—to my body. Progress doesn’t always look like leaping forward. Sometimes it looks like controlled movement, intentional stretching, and honoring the process while still believing in what’s possible.

So here’s where I am: grounded, motivated, and moving forward—just not running or jumping yet. And that’s okay. Because I’ve got the say-so now, and for me, that changes everything.