I have started running again. Since I had my fibroids surgery in 2019, running has been difficult. Post each run, there would be a throbbing ache in my lower abdomen, so intense that I hesitated to try again. I quietly went to gym classes, 2 hour work out per day and yet, I did not see enough results. I sat and reviewed my whole life, I realized I was my fittest and happiest when I ran. I had ran through fibroids, heartbreaks, house moves, and all sorts of life changes…It was not so much about the movement but the discipline itself, no matter how I felt, I put one foot in front of the other and kept going.
On the 27th of February, I woke up like every other day but with a resolve to run. I ran 3km in 30 minutes… slow, snail like run which surprising are the best and the hardest to maintain pace at. I felt fulfilled! The next morning, my legs were like “who is your mate?” I was in so much pain and my abdomen ached like crazy. I went about limping but somehow on the third day, I got up and ran again…still in pain but pushing through. I have now run through migraines, back aches, leg aches and sleep depravity. The hardest part was the first day…
It is the same with writing…The hardest part was starting to write again today.
I mean, it has been months and everyday I said, I would write and then the next and yet another next and I just never did. Not because I suddenly lost the passion for sharing women’s stories or I have not heard an earful of really jaw dropping ones… I just did not get to it, and one day became two days and then weeks and months of making excuses.
I am giving myself grace because I showed up today. My mental strength overcame my excuses and here I am…wondering if you all are there. I hope you are and you’d extend grace as well…I mean, being a Nigerian in Nigeria is enough to stifle any writing half the time…:-)
I shall be back, my heart is full of stories to tell… I shall begin with Chinekwu since it is fresh in my mind. I spent this past weekend baby sitting her adorable daughter…It was a journey to get here. Her’s is a journey of choice motherhood, choosing to embrace her dream of motherhood in her own way when the conventional would say, first comes partner and then baby…I am honoured to share her journey. In quick succession, I will conclude Jokotola’s story in my draft, It has been silently judging me.
…and so it begins…again..
Forgive the typos...It was a race between procrastination and committing to writing today...
Yay! Glad to have you back!!