It’s been a year, after all…I suppose I should have expected it.

It’s a deep ache in my soul that can only be filled by one tiny, small, precious thing…

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Running.

Wait, what did you think I was talking about??  OMG, people, we’ve been over this.  If I have another baby, I could very well die and I don’t want to do that.

Gawd.

I want to be running again, like yesterday.

I love dancing.  It is fantastic and wonderful, and it is something I can’t live without.  But running?  Running is an alternate universe for my soul.  Ohhhhh, but to feel my lungs burn and my legs burn and my body propelling through space, surrounded by thousands of atoms brushing past my skin with every step.

Dancing requires thought.  I love the creative process, I love the energy and I love the intensity.  But running?  Ohhhh, running.  It is my thoughtlessness, my clarity, my emptiness, my communion.

It is me vs the world, and we both win when I run.

The best part is that my beloved physiotherapist has given me the thumbs-up to start again!  I need new shoes, because the last thing I want is to destroy my body when we are working so hard at fixing all its broken pieces.  I need it to MELT OUTSIDE, for goodness’ sake!  I will run on the treadmill if it hasn’t melted by the time I get home on Vegas, but that machine is over 15 years old.  It doesn’t give my joints the love they deserve.

Ohhhh, I want to run!  I want to feel the heat in my body and the life in my chest as I burn through the miles again.