Most people either love running or they hate it. I used to cherish lacing up and heading outside for a run, but to say my feelings have changed is an understatement. It is more than the 100 pounds I have gained, or the absolute suckage of my running abilities that has kept me from a sport in which I used to find comfort, health, pride, and camaraderie. The short explanation, to provide context for this post, is that I was attacked while on an afternoon run. I did not know the assailant, and all evidence points to it being a random act of violence. If you want the details, read "My Story". The trauma of that day changed me forever, and for a long time I thought that the girl who loved running didn't survive. Recently, however, thanks to counseling and supportive family & friends that have helped me sort through the layers of denial, hurt, shame, and fear, I have started to feel like it is time to reclaim my runner's legs. So, now that my brain is better ready to start running again, I need to come up with a plan that my body can handle. Check back in, because as soon as I have a clue what that plan looks like, I will post :) I welcome any advice or comments! Any other beginner/starting-over runners out there?
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