freedom

Today I ran. After the bus, that's true, but still I ran. You're going to ask, so what's the big deal? The deal is, I ran after 5 months of non-running. And there's a reason for it - my surgery.

The end of June found me in the hospital, to have surgery for a little cyst that was on my spleen. They assured me the operation will be smooth, the cut not so big and everything will be alright. Well, the surgery lasted 2 hours, the cut is 9 inches big (they couldn't see my spleen, let alone reach it), but everything was alright in the end - 1 out of 3 isn't that bad, is it? So needless to say, as the surgery was performed on my abdominal wall, the simple tasks I took for granted implied HARD work and pain - sitting up, laughing (I had to refrain myself from laughing which was torture for me, especially since everyone who visited me told me funny stories, and I laughed more and more), coughing, but the mother of all was sneezing - and that one hurt like a mofo (how bad you ask? damn bad).

Of course I was told not to push myself to the limit, I'm not allowed to lift mostly anything, not even weights - there goes my dream of becoming the new Arnold Schwarzenegger (a shattered dream, but what can I do, I'd have to settle with starting my fitness program in spring and maybe become Brad Pitt - it's not the same, but I'll sacrifice myself). However I'm allowed to swim - now all I have to do is get over my laziness and go to the swimming pool - after all it's a huge distance - we are talking about 5 minutes walk from my house! All in due time, I always say! 

But the point is, after running after the bus this morning, I realised I overcame one more hurdle in my journey of recovery. Can't wait to feel fully able to perform the tasks I could perform before surgery! Even swimming and lifting weigths!