Have you seen signs like these lately?
If you live near Watsontown, PA you sure have. I live in Watsontown and work in Lewisburg, PA. There are currently at least three detours from my home to work. I started out taking a slightly different route to work when the first one popped up. Then I re-configured when they closed that route and I had a couple of choices. Now PennDOT closed one of those options so I’m down to one.
If they close my last route I guess I can just call off work due to road construction.
As I was driving through this maze of detours to get home yesterday I realized my life has been a series of detours too lately.
This was me in 2011 – completing my first 5K run:
I remember making that last push to get to the finish line before forty minutes had passed. I was hurting, but I completed it and felt such a sense of accomplishment and strength.
Two years later I can barely take a walk due to the hip/tendinitis issue I’ve been struggling to heal, define and move forward from (not from this race or even, probably, from running.)
Most days I limp home and hang out on the couch. The gym, chores, and any hope forgotten due to the intense pain. Some days I manage a small walk with my dog or an excursion with my husband only to pay the price the next day with additional pain.
My days of becoming a runner and a svelte 40-something are long gone.
I’m persevering – I will get back to the gym. I WILL add strength to my body so I can, hopefully, have at least one day a week without pain. Wouldn’t that be great?
But it’s a long detour. I know I won’t run again (for which I am not that heartbroken), but I want to be strong. I want to go into my older years with strength in my body so that I CAN fight off potential joint, tendon, and bone issues.
I’m discouraged, but I move on, maneuvering through each detour as it comes.
As long as there is one way to my destination – I will find it.