Yesterday, my morning run saved my day. I don't talk much about my Crohn's disease, because it is still in the mild/moderate stages (which I am so grateful for! ). Most of the people I know who have Crohn's disease have had severe cases, complete with intestinal surgeries and/or ostomy bags. Because of this, I feel like I have no right to complain about my current situation. The most I usually have to think about it is when I take my 4 large pills every morning and the occasional unexpected urge to make a pit stop (sorry ... TMI). Yesterday, however, was one of the different days. I woke up at 3 am in so much discomfort, I couldn't go back to sleep for 2 hours. I was so bloated and nauseated and uncomfortable. No position or restroom break brought me any relief. This continued throughout the day (go figure on the day I see my GI ... glad my appointment was that day, though). After my appointment, I stopped at the Avon Town Hall to run around the trails. I figured at worst, I would just have to stop early and head back home (or rush into the town hall building for a potty break). Thankfully, I was able to get in about 4 miles with minimal discomfort ... on mile 3, I may have had a happy tear in my eye ... or it could have been my eyes watering because it was super cold ;) . It was a reminder of why I am so thankful for running. It reminds me that I am stronger than I realize some days. I was fatigued and a little uncomfortable the rest of the day and into today, but at that time, I outran my Crohn's. I pray I will never take that ability for granted. It was a small victory in a long fight. I know that this disease is progressive, that there may be days when running will be impossible, but right now is not that time. I must stay positive, hopeful, and determined.
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