You see, this is kind of a big deal for me. I have a form of something called EDS. It was something I was born with and has caused me a great deal of pain. But I just ran a 5k.
There was a point in my life where walking was difficult and painful - both physically and mentally because when you fall every 10 steps or so, it wears you down. I sat out of gym class and sporting events. I had surgery on the ligaments in my eyes. I wore wrist braces, ankle wraps, and did whatever else the doctors suggested. But I just ran a 5k.
And then there was the time that a doctor sat me down to prepare me for the very real possibilty that I will need walking assistance by the time I am 50. Or in Australia when I met with specialist after specialist who were concerned that I may not be able to carry Parker full term without being on bed-rest. But I just ran a 5k.
It still causes me daily pain. But there is no greater pain than losing a child - and I came too close to living that. I still dislocate or rather sublux on a daily basis, but I am good at hiding it and even better at making a joke of it. And I just ran a 5k.
I just ran an entire 5k through the pouring rain and muddy fields without stopping. I will not be defeated. I will persevere. I will keep moving forward.
