I started this morning... in all the ways I didn't want to start my day. The girls woke at the crack of dawn.; actually, every child woke at the crack of dawn. It was okay with me, however, since I was tossing and turning since midnight...waking every hour to the site of darkness. It is strange, when you need the rest, how the mind turns into and agent of it's own...leaving you to it's capacities to think, analyze, work out the obstacles of an hour, a day, a week, a lifetime.
Obstacles...I was always good at the obstacle course as a child...and I think I'm pretty good at pushing beyond my mind's limits when it comes to running a race. My sister and I have always compared our drive to RUN...train with long and hard distances...to our spirit's ability to endure long and hard roads. How ironic it is that we would be called to go through so many of those marathons in life.
I went running this morning, as I do most mornings. The girls tagged along in the jogger. Daddy was home with the boys...and though I offered to take them along, they insisted they stay home. A half mile out, Lydia stated, "My binky at home..." Normally, I would encourage her to make it the distance without it, but we just started, so I turned around and went home for the adored binky. When I got home, I asked the boys again, "Are you sure you don't want to go?" Connor jumped up and said, "Ya Mom, I want to come now..." Good boy! Aiden followed his steps, and we were off...again. We got to the same half mile mark and Connor fell...hard...hurting his knee. I told them we would ride back home and drop them off. So, I did...
And guess what I did?
I went out a third time...
I commenced the run this time on a different route to the same road I had turned around on twice before...I went the longer, harder way out. I ran further, accomplished my mileage...in record time for my SLOWEST run, but I finished.
It was hard, it was discouraging, and my body and spirit felt weak...
Life is hard...it is discouraging, but it takes great courage beyond our natural capacity to keep at it--to do things we never thought we would be capable of.
4 comments:
Crys...you are amazing. I remember one time as I ran a long run comparing the run to the obastacles of life. The hills, the straight paths, the soft dirt that is just so hard to push through at times and the endurance it takes to convince yourself to take one more step. I know that you are strong and can make it through the trials...as long as you remember yourself and love who you are...I love you!!
Good for you, Crystal.
Never loose hope to be strong and healthy...
Run, run and run...
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I always love to read your eloquent thoughts, but I struggle to come up with an equally articulate response. Thank you for recording your struggles and never stop running!
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