I've had plenty of time over the last few weeks to mope about the house and complain about the aches and pains going on all over my body. To say I feel old and decrepit is an understatement, but pretty accurate, nonetheless.
I've been difficult to deal with, moody and tired.
Sometime last week, I don't know when, I decided I'd had enough. Puttering around the house and eating the entire contents of my refrigerator is not normally how I deal with things. It was time to take charge and resume my life that had been put on hold for only God knows what. On Saturday, I jumped into my Under Armor determined to run a mile. No. Matter. What. A mile is a mile is a mile. I've done it thousands of times. Surely I wasn't going to let a little "back pain" get in my way.
The air was chilling, snow blowing sideways into my face. I didn't care; it felt glorious. I made it to the mile turn-around-point and decided to run back, even though earlier I had promised myself I only had to run a mile. I felt too good to stop. I turned my face up to the sky and let the snow hit my face.
This is why I run, I remembered.
In the next few posts, I would like to share with you, anyone who cares enough to read, the reason I've decided to run a marathon. Maybe it will inspire another victim to reclaim their body, their hearts, their spirits and join us out there on the road. If running is a metaphor for life, then running a marathon is my metaphor for overcoming.
2 comments:
Good job getting out there and running in cold weather.
It would be nice if you could post the readons as to why you are running the marathon cause I am running my 1st on December, too. I'm sure you'll be an inspiration to people like me. Laters!
Very nice post! Glorious is a good word to describe those epiphanies while running. I'm glad you got out there, even in the snow. Good for you! Looking forward to reading about your marathon motivations.
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