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As I sit here, clinging to my protein shake for dear life, I discovered, the body, welcomes back running. Welcomes it, like the jock welcomes the itch, the ass welcomes the pain and a heart welcomes the break. Still, when running is an old friend? The body welcomes it. I got out today and ran, ok,ok, jogged (the SLOWEST TWO MILES EVER) on the streets of my destroyed neighborhood that I have to long avoided. It was a beautiful day and there are indeed signs of hope EVERYWHERE!! Houses are raising where rubble once laid, the roads are clear for running and old, damaged homes are new again. SO MUCH hope, that I to have hope that I will be able to get up off this couch. A nasty cough sidelined my attempts to find running again for five weeks. However, today it found me and my trick hip. I can still run, all be it slowly and I am THANKFUL!! Thankful for my healing city. Thankful for lungs that burn. Thankful for chubby legs that can carry me places. Thankful for a dutiful pup who plods along beside me. Thankful for HOPE and the GOD who gives us that HOPE. Find your running ...