Sometimes you have to let go of the dream...or do you...

So...pneumonia...broken ribs...enlarged heart...back issues...I thought I was pretty healthy.  I thought my dream was achievable...a little crazy, but achievable.   I wanted to be one of those 70-year-old ladies out there running their little legs off...not sure if that will happen.

I wanted to run 30, 50, 100 miles.  I wanted to experience all the craziness of hallucinations and fatigue and pushing yourself farther than you ever thought possible.

But sometimes you have to let go...

Sometimes your body may be trying to tell you...hey, I've lived 55 years on this planet.  I'm tired.  I'm worn out, things are breaking.  We are fragile, us crazy humans.

At this point walking a mile is an accomplishment.  But....at least I can still do that.

But I can still dream...dream of running up a mountain, jumping over a stream, gazing out across the cloud covered mountains...in my dreams I can run as far, as fast, as high as anyone else.  In my dreams....I will always be a runner.