The Life Marathon -- Life Lessons from Running
SO MUCH CHANGE has happened over here in our little corner of the world.
Writing and creating has been a bit sparse in the traditional sense; however, energy has been flowing out to towards the following:
How to NOT let my dog eat another screen while living with my parents. Where to put this couch so I can watch Suits like the addict I am. Being careful to not put too many "oopsies!" holes in our freshly painted walls. Ripping out palm trees. How many kids can we fit in the wagon for a beach walk?! Things like this.
We have a new library we have been exploring/Van likes to throw intense fits there because everyone is so quiet, I guess!?!?! Local friends dropping by, BBQ's and salty hair. I would be lying if I said anything other than: it's SO good here. You know when you walk into a home and it captures a bit of your soul and you just want to stay until forever? That's our new home for me. It's been nourshining to my bones and I am beyond thankful. This is a happy mile for me, it's been a long journey to get here.
While moving, I am also training for a 1/2 marathon and everything in life can basically be spun into a training for a race metaphor, so I apologize for the next 5 running themed blog posts.
I have to confess, though. Running HAS changed my life. It has taught me incredible lessons, allowed time for me to think and has also pushed me far and hard, physically and emotionally. Running long distance is not for the faint of heart. It's not for the quitters. The scheduling a 2-hour run before it gets too hot with two babies...the aching pains and restricted diet and on and on. Training is intentional. The goal is to finish a run and hopefully finish it well.
There are SO many miles in-between the start and the finish. From the first step to the last, SO many options to quit, aches, pains, detours. It's hard to keep the course when you actually have a LEGITIMATE excuse to quit. That moment, though..you make a choice. To keep on treking..and guess what? A few miles down, you feel great again. The runners high comes back and you are almost through. You made it.
It doesn't just happen. Oh sweet Mary, mother of Jesus, how I wish it just "happened." That I could cross the finish line and feel like a champion without the sacrifice and bloody toes.
It just doesn't work that way. The long, hard runs (where I just want to plain GIVE UP) are the times that matter most. This is where I became a runner. In the hard miles, the miles I could have skipped because no one was watching. Pushing through the cramp in my left foot and focusing on the goal. Following through diligently with my running schedule, not just skipping through. Choosing to commit to the end goal, one foot in front of the other. These are the growing pains and we have to feel them in order to grow.
Guys, I think this is a long journey we're on. Sometimes it speeds by, but it's also a crazy challenging, heart-wrenching, gut-wrenching marathon. A ton of hard work and a whole lot of one foot in one of the other. I wish you beautiful miles in-between the difficult ones. That a flower field blooms and blows right in your direction. That you get GOOD NEWS on mile 10. That you feel celebrated. That people in your life recognize you, see you, challenge you and love the socks off you. I wish you a long, steady, invigorating run at life: and the mile you want to quit, you grab a sip of water and keep on trekking, a great mile is ahead. I also hope you have A LOT of fun doing it.
Love you, friends.