Today’s run wasn’t just three miles—it was a small victory.
After spending the last few days recovering from a stubborn stomach bug, I wasn’t sure how my body would respond once I laced up again. I told myself I’d take it slow, listen closely, and turn back if anything felt off.
But once I stepped outside, I felt that familiar mix of nerves and excitement. The route I chose wasn’t exactly gentle—a series of rolling hills that usually challenge me even on a good day—but I wanted to see what I had in me.
The first mile was cautious. My legs felt a little heavy, and I had that “just be kind to yourself” voice on repeat. But somewhere around mile two, things clicked. The crisp air felt good, my breathing settled, and even the hills felt less like obstacles and more like quiet reminders that I’m stronger than I think.
Was it my fastest run? Absolutely not. But that wasn’t the goal. Today was about proving to myself that a few tough days don’t erase weeks of hard work—that progress isn’t lost just because life forces you to pause.
I finished all three miles feeling grateful, proud, and a little surprised at how capable my body still is after a setback. Training isn’t always linear, and days like this remind me why I keep showing up: for the resilience, the joy, and the little wins that add up to something big.
Here’s to healing, hills, and getting back out there—one mile at a time.