Every day when I feel well enough, I go out for a walk. I used to be able to run these same roads, but that was before an unknown, undiagnosed illness had relegated me to to my bed. I longed for those runs… The freedom of the wind in my face, the rythmic pounding of sneakers on asphalt, my breath in my ears… I didn’t always want to go, but I loved being a runner.
Now, there’s a new normal, a new me, but… Maybe one day, I’ll be well enough to run again.
Natolie Webb 