Running Up Mountains
This past year, I gave up fitness completely. I begrudgingly quit when my body seemd to quit on me. See, at the time, the activities I love—running, hiking and the like—were killing me and fueling an eating disorder (ED).
After divorce and death polluted my family life, I turned to restriction and perfection instead of trusting God. Six year old me had fallen in love with running, but once ED took over, running was just a method for burning calories; food was terrifying. I signed up to run division I cross country and track in college, but soon developed a stress fracture. I remembered the thrill of running and my God-given passion, but knew anorexia was taking my ability to do it. So, I buckled down for partial-hospitalization treatment and outpatient therapy, where I am now.
Four months ago, I was just a pile of bones but now I’m vibrantly alive and breathing. Healthy Hannah is running again, keeping ED in check and setting my sights on (finally) competing in the fall. Guess what else? Running is a joy again! It is something I look forward too. With good nutrition and rest, my body is rewarding me with great runs and excellent training. I’ve learned that rest doesn’t mean I’m lazy and my body deserves grace. I rediscovered my love of fitness and I know that the road ahead is uphill with tricky terrain. But I’ve always loved trail running and I’m up for the challenge.