Today I spoke those words that every woman dreads.
I’ve got a lump in my breast.
I saw my doctor this morning who did not think it was anything to be too concerned about, considering my history, but wanted to err on the safe side. He ordered an ultrasound which I will have on Friday.
So instead of rushing home, googling everything it could be from cancer to a cyst to a fat deposit, I ran some errands, met my BFF for a quick cup of coffee and headed home. Where I promptly strapped my precious girls down tight, laced up my beloved kicks, grabbed my pink ipod, leashed up my dog and headed out the door for a run.
The last thing I’m going to do is worry. There is nothing that is going to change between now and Friday morning so I’m going about business as usual.
And I had a wonderful run. One of the best runs, ever. It was cold, but wonderfully fresh. I checked my Garmin on the one and only flat portion of my 3.5 mile route and nearly stopped in my tracks – but I’m glad I didn’t! I was running the fastest I had ever run. An 8:45 minute pace. Now I know that isn’t fast by any means for a lot of mother runners out there. But for me, I was lightning!
Even though I had a puppy leashed in one hand and a bag of puppy poo in the other.
Ironically, there is something about health problems and worries that can do a person good. My now 10 year old son has several chronic eye diseases, and nearly lost his sight at age 3. So now when I run – and when I don’t – I really look around and take in the sights. From roadside flowers and fallen leaves to snow banks, there is beauty in the most simple scenery.
And today, with a tiny little pea sized lump, I ran with energy, strength and power.
And I’ll run again tomorrow.