Trust

I learned a valuable lesson today: all my miles count. 

I keep looking back at the time I injured myself and seeing it as ground zero. Seeing my recovery time as a set back. As meaning that I'm starting from scratch.

But it's not and I'm not. I've put in 9 months of road time and my legs remember that. My heart and my lungs remember that.

Despite all my positive self talk, I was still really anxious this morning as I set off to accomplish 10 miles. My body was fine, though. I took it slow and I felt strong. 

I think my body needed me to know that it's put in a lot of work this year and a couple of set backs don't negate all that hard work. 

So today I learned that I need to trust in the process. Trust that I have worked hard and put in the miles. Trust that I can do this.