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Muscle Memory



Saturday was a day that I recalled muscle memory from the past .. and you can count on that being a miracle on several counts for me.  I ran today.  I ran today for the first time in several months.  It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.  Seems like more should be sore, and yet muscles have a memory too. They recalled what it feels like to be pushed .. and to respond.  And for that I'm very grateful.  I ran three miles that were easier than I thought.

And I look forward to continuing to pursue these miles.  I also have a memory of what it feels like to be running regularly.  It feels healthy - sleeping better, physically feeling better.  And that memory is something I want to make a reality so that it becomes more than a memory.

Which is the entire reason for starting this blog - accountability for me to run regularly and regain my health.  It has turned into so much more.  A miracle of sorts.  It's allowed me to build a muscle for my writing .. and how to communicate thoughts that reflect what I'm feeling, not just what I think should be said.  I completely enjoyed the November challenge of writing on a particular subject each day.  I parlayed that into December and the documenting of a miracle each day.  And what a great experience this has been  … and to consider they didn't happen because I looked for them.  They happened and I made sure I recognized them.  That has been the absolutely amazing part!

All of these muscle memories being tested at the same time.  Wow - physical, emotional, intellectual growing and adapting.  The changes over such a short amount of time are overwhelming .. and they continue to happen.  That too is miraculous!

Now how do I find a way to continue to write in January with fresh new ideas and continue the miracle theme as well?

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