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A year ago I weighed less. A year ago I was training for my first half marathon. A year ago I was eating well, and strict with my nutrition. A year ago, I put on muscle. And the number on the scale wasn't as low as the year prior, but it didn't reflect in my jean size. A year ago, was a year ago. And a lot changes in a year. Several injections later. Several doctor visits. A couple trips to the ER. Burning nerves off in 2 sections. Back injury/pain/whatever you want to call what happened, it was a tough season. But it was just that, a season. It's over, but it's not. Because the stretching I do every day before proceeding through my day. The stretching I do before a walk at the gym. The stretching I do before bed every night. It's a routine now. This is week 2 that just began back in the gym. I'm so grateful. I'm grateful for the ability to walk. To stretch, to move my joints. I take for granted so much of the time, all the blessings that are wi