This poem wasn’t in my first book and I chuckled after I wrote it yesterday. I wish it was.
I was told to stop running when I was in my twenties. My dream of running The Boston Marathon was shattered in that small doctor's office. I’ll never forget it.
It took me a while to regain confidence in my body, improve my self-talk, and find the right team to heal but I found a way and I kept going.
I’m sure you’re aware of the amazing benefits of running for our body and mind yet I still hear this nonsense that it’s not. I hope you can tune it out.
You can run. Did they tell you to stop? Me too. Did they say it was bad for your knees? Or your back? I don’t believe any of that. It took me a while But I’m back! What do you hear? Is it based on fear? It was for me and it made me question my authority. Should I keep running? Am I doing something wrong? Yet I love to run and that feeling was strong. You can run. No more doom and gloom. I’m here to say yes— Lace up those sneakers If you want to. Running is great for your body and mind. They can keep pushing the nonsense yet all they’ll see is my behind.
BOOYAH! I hope this gives you a laugh. Keep on running my friends. :)
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Healthy skepticism is... healthy. A related situation: I was told (by a surgeon, of course) that my snapped ACL required surgery. I chose to rehab instead, kept running regularly through the injury (or at least shuffling forward, with a big brace), and ~12 years later I'm still going strong. I wrote about it on my website, here: https://www.rushofitall.com/posts/rehab-without-acl-surgery (haven't moved it over to my Substack yet).
Connie and I both laughed 😅 at that one as we read it together ❤️