Its been quite the journey, but I wad determined to run again. In the spring of 2013, I tried every week to run. Somedays, I barely took 10 steps before I had to walk because I was in so much pain. But slowly, I was able to run farther and farther. I cried the day I ran a mile because I was so afraid I'd never get to do it again.
Saturday I ran a half-marathon. I overcame the odds and did what many believed I could not. I pushed through pain and fatigue week after week to finally say I did it.
Its impossible for me to go on a run and not feel grateful that I have the ability to run. I am also so thankful for my wonderful friend and running buddy, Molly, who reminded me what I was fighting for each week during our brutal long runs. She pushed me, encouraged me, kept me company and didn't ever let me just give up.
I am so proud to say I ran a half marathon. It was hard-especially the last four miles. I wondered if I'd ever finish. But I did. I am not fast, and might never be as fast as I was before I got sick, but I am so proud to say that I have RA, but I am still a runner.
Hope is never lost, we are never too far gone for Jesus to restore us. His ways are far better than my own, and He is always good. This trial in my life threatened to stop me in my tracks, to leave me angry and hopeless and restrict the life I lead. But instead, its made me more thankful of all the ways I've experienced healing. Its made me appreciate the body I have and the things it can do. Its made me realize that my identity is not here in anything in this world, but soley in Christ.
We did it. And I'm not stopping here. I have goals and plans and am going to continue to fight against my RA by staying active and healthy. I plan to keep running and hopefully beat my half marathon time in the next year!