On the nights where I lay in bed for hours, wishing for sleep, the thought of seeing the sun rise consoles me.
This morning I put my sneakers on at 6 and wrangled my dog into her collar and leash. I strapped my iPhone to my arm and we took off for the ocean, a 3 mile round trip.
Running through this latest lupus flare has been tough. I missed a 5K this weekend because my ankles swelled to twice their size. It's harder for me physically, and it's hard mentally to accept my limitations. To resist the urge to push until I do more damage.
But my body surprises me. When I think I'm on empty and I am out of breath, I find that we have made it here.
I stop where the sand meets the ocean, and I stare, and I marvel at how lucky I am that I am here to see this; how lucky we are to be here at all.