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Today, May 1, I ran 3 miles. At the gym, on the dreadmill, with a couple walk breaks. But overall, it felt A.M.A.Z.I.N.G . I didn't really feel like going, which isn't typical of me at this point in my exercise journey. I am just dying to go and run, and push myself, and DO it, since it has been so long of a convalescence and being unable to do so much. A month ago, I couldn't walk a half mile. A couple weeks ago, I was still fainting daily. A couple months ago, I had taken down all running paraphernalia from my Wall of Pride- my medals from my races, the bibs, the race pictures. All sore reminders of things that seemed unlikely to ever happen again. Walking, standing, sitting... just being were all big challenges. I could not drive by a canal on a Saturday or Sunday and not feel pangs of jealousy or defeat. I Want to be out there- tackling the long run. Unless you have tried to be a distance runner, I think it is difficult to describe "the long run." The point...