Two months is a long time to not exercise.
And in the waiting, something magical amidst the doubt and worry.
The years of constant tending.
The years of finding a way.
The years of not quitting.
The years of overcoming.
The years of changing.
The years of feeling great.
Then the two months of long, long days. Roller coaster days. Questioning days.
The awakening.
The gratitude.
The privilege.
The anticipation.
And yesterday…
A glorious return.
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