The word “control” comes to mind when I think of running — controlling your breath, your pace, your mental willpower to keep going, even when the road seems impossible.
That concept of control – seeking it and keeping it — is also a perfect way to describe my life with lupus. Because of lupus, in 2020, I lost control of my passion, my ability to lace up my running shoes and just go.
Thanks to my great doctors, support system, and medical research, I was able to regain control of the condition and get back to what I love doing.
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