Facebook memories show my last 7 mile run in January 2020!

Then COVID shuts everything down.

The shutdown slows my running but, Dad dying destroys it.

I remember weight dropping off in 2020 from muscle loss.

Ten years of muscle building, disappear.

My miracle of being able to run begins, Christmas 2011.

It starts with running six blocks, walking the streets, huffing  and puffing, turning around, and returning home. Every day it takes an hour to prepare my mind, remembering pain with each step.

In 2022, I start running one mile a day, but my strength isn’t returning! After a year of frustration I remember the lessons God taught me in 2013; I need to run at least 2 miles daily.

In 2013, God teaches me to run 2 miles. Waiting until the painful first half mile is done, He gives me a picture of the gas station, prompting me to run 2 miles even if I need to walk some. He does this for 30 days, a miracle.

Running two miles daily becomes a game changer. It strengthens my core muscles more than anything. (This is a scoliosis thing with my 12 inch rod in my spine.)

Today, running 3 miles feels good!  Healing is coming!

GOD IS SO VERY GOOD!