Yesterday was my first attempt at running in about 2 months. I went to the lake by my house that I normally go to. My goal was to run one side of the lake without stopping, but I ended up doing 2 miles! I pushed myself so hard at the end that I just about collapsed at the end. This huge burst of emotions just hit me as I slowed down.
Being at that lake is bittersweet for me. (I'm going to cry now that I'm writing this...) I started running at the lake in the spring when I was training for my 5k. It was awesome to see my progress in just a few short months. But I also used that lake to deal with my stress and frustration during fertility treatments. I can remember being there so many times when I would almost burst into tears from stress and anxiety.
Then in late May, I suddenly couldn't run anymore. I couldn't figure out why my body couldn't handle it until I got the BFP. So back to the lake I went, but I was walking and it was perfectly fine with me. I spent hours walking around that lake envisioning how I would take my new baby with me next summer and we would walk around and enjoy the weather. One day while walking, I happened to spot someone from high school who was obviously PG and I just wanted to yell out how that would be me soon too.
Then we got the bad news...the day after we found out, I convinced Hubby to go for a walk with me just to get out and get some fresh air. That walk around the lake was a lot different for me. I had to stop a few times when I started to realize this cycle I've gone through in the past few months.
So yesterday was my first day back at the lake after the D&C and you can see how it was a little weird for me. I've gone through a complete cycle and I'm back where I started. I love that lake, but it's hard for me to be there and not think about this now.