I guess I have condsidered myself a runner since highschool although we've had an on again off again relationship over the years. A few months ago I started back running at least 3 days a week and running roughly 1.25-1.8 miles with each run. I have been working hard to increase my running days and my distance and have now been running more often with an average distance of 2.5-3 miles. Today I set a new record for myself and ran 3.5 miles!! I know that's not a marathon or anything, but I am proud of myself for this accomplishment.
With a long history of overall physical self dislike and some eating issues thrown in the mix I am finally arriving at a place where I am proud of my body and what it has carried me through. My body birthed a baby. My hips may be a little wider but they balance a toddler with ease. My breasts may be a little saggier but they've nursed health and life to my child. My tummy may be a little squishier but it grew a healthy baby for 10 months. My body is a miracle worker. It has continued the cycle of life for my family.
There are days when I have to say to myself "I love my body, my body is beautiful," and then there are days like today when I have pushed my body to the limit and it delivered.
And that is a beautiful.
A New Record
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