When I was in college, jogging was pretty much everything to me. It was my sanity, my health, my connection with heaven (I used the time to pray and ponder), my stress release, my time outside. My so much. The worst thing I could think of happening was to blow out a knee or something and not be able to run.
I haven't run since my first pregnancy. Three children in three years pretty much was worse to my running career than a blown knee would have been. Add to three children the two bulging discs in my neck and I'm just never again going to be a runner.
And you know what? I'm ok. I miss it, and I was in much better shape back then, but it wasn't the end of the world.
You can probably tell from my blog that I loooooove tennis. I was raised with a tennis racket in my hand. I played tennis in high school. My first date with hubby was on the tennis court. (My first kiss as a teen was on a tennis court, but I digress cuz that just popped into my head and I found it funnily fitting.) Our summer family time has been spent largely on the tennis court.
And it was just suggested to me last night by my physical therapist cousin that when it comes to taking care of my messed-up neck, even running would be better than tennis.
I felt kinda sad last night as I thought about the possibility of having to give up tennis to preserve my body.
My husband's compassionate response was:
"Well, at least you can still play tiddly winks."
Ah, yes, the options are still so broad and exciting.
(But he is funny. He makes me laugh every day.)