My
oldest asked me if I've been able to start working out again. My daughter
called me about jogging with her dog by her side. My husband goes to crossFit
with his chemo pack on. And my youngest texts me a photo of him, flat on his
back, after playing indoor soccer. Telling me he and his girlfriend are about
to start jogging.
And for about a week, I feel it all inside of me, gestating . Growing little rootlets, sending out shoots.
And then, I drop my husband off at his job, while he builds himself up for fall. On my way back, I hang a right, wrong clothes on, walk through the pouring rain, open the door, set myself on the beginning of the machines. And I'm back.
By now, we all know how it works. Falling off horses; climbing back on.
And for about a week, I feel it all inside of me, gestating . Growing little rootlets, sending out shoots.
And then, I drop my husband off at his job, while he builds himself up for fall. On my way back, I hang a right, wrong clothes on, walk through the pouring rain, open the door, set myself on the beginning of the machines. And I'm back.
By now, we all know how it works. Falling off horses; climbing back on.
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