Okay

Reflective today. Echoes of past comments flit through my mind as I lay here.

"You may not beat them in height but you'll beat them in width."

"Come and get your legs prayed for. They're crooked."

"You walk funny."

"Your bottom sticks out!"

It's wonderful to get to a space where I'm okay with all that. It's good to give those echoes a nod of acknowledgement and move forward.

It's good to be happy in my own skin. I wouldn't have chosen this and I wonder why it was me, but despite the lack of choice and the fact that it is me, I am happy and content.

I look down at these bandy tibias and I shrug. They're ok. They run 5.5km four days a week. They have definition and tone now. They work. In my mid-20's I looked at women like me in their 40's and a lot of them were losing mobility. I thought that was going to be my fate too. I thought spinal stenosis would catch up with me.

But it hasn't and I am grateful. I wonder if its luck, good genes or hard work? Maybe a combination of the three.

Either way, in the words of Forrest Gump, "I think Lieutenant Dan made his peace with God."

I think I've made peace with Him too.