Before my health problems struck, my favourite time of the day was when I got to put my trainers or spikes on and take myself out for a run. It was my escape from the world and I miss it desperately.
Today I packed up my old running gear to go to the charity shop. I’ve held on to it for 5 years too long already. I’m not a hoarder but I almost felt these things were part of ‘healthy me’ that I didn’t want to ever part with. Although it made me teary, it’s a positive thing. Keeping hold of things like this leave my mind waiting in limbo for the day my health gets back to how it was, which in reality is never going to happen. It’s time I focussed on the things I can do now and things for the future.
However, these grubby running spikes have been stashed away in my parent’s loft and will be staying for just a bit longer. Mainly because of the trouble it took to get my hands on this exact pair that were only sold in the US, the thought of putting something I’d saved up for in the bin makes my cheap skate heart weep. Maybe they’ll go next year.