Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Can you imagine...it's waiting, just a few more steps around the corner, or over that distant hill. It's there, what you have been looking for. It's waiting to hug you, embrace you, shout your name. It's so excited because it knows just a couple more steps and you will arrive, be there, accomplished what you set out your mind, heart and spirit to attain. It's urging you on, one more step, just take another one, nearly there. It's holding it's breath, its leaning in anticipation of your approaching.
Then...it happens! You stop. Not only do you stop, you turn around, you start walking the other way. You've given up. You've traveled for so long that you are just so tired of walking and walking that you've had enough. No more forward walking no more looking and hoping and giving it that one more try.
No! No! NO! You've had enough and going forward just takes too much effort, too much time, too much of every bit of energy you have. So you give up.
By giving up you had no idea that what you were searching so long for was just a couple of footsteps ahead. It was a fingertip distance from your hands. Just a little further and you could have not only seen it, but it would have been embracing you.
So what to do? Keep walking in the opposite direction? or do you again, turn around and walk back along the well worn bit of path you have traveled before until you reach where you are going? Oh yes, there are parts on that path that you will arrive at that are not pressed down with your previous foot strikes, but that is the adventure of it all. To be somewhere you have never been. To see life with new and fresh eyes. To have energy, enthusiasm for life, friends, family.
Look a little closer down that path and beyond. There are rows and rows of supporters urging you on as well. They know that the miracle is waiting for you. Just keep going, keep believing as well. You will get there and beyond to even greater miracles awaiting!
It's time. That miracle is waiting, and you and I are going forward to its embrace!
Thursday, June 04, 2009
I don't know where I heard it, but I know it was years ago; the phrase "just show up". I'm going to apply it to last night's Cancer Research UK Race For Life.
It would have been so easy for me to not participate this year due to my mending sprained ankle. However, I have a history with this event. Five years ago, I dedicated my first Race for Life to my mom's memory and her battle with Cancer. My mom died the end of August 1991 and each year since 2004 I have taken part in the RFL.
However, in my mind I was only doing it that one year, 2004, and ran/walked it as I was NOT a runner (yet). A group of women at the gym I then belonged to had publicised the event and I thought why not, and I showed up. It was the best thing I have ever done.
Just showing up is what started me on my running road. I felt so good after finishing the RFL that I decided I would do it each year in honor of my Mom and all those other people out there who have battled with Cancer.
So last night, I showed up again. I knew that I would not be able to run the distance, but I could do my part, to the best of my ability. My neighbour was with me and when it was time to divide the runners from the walkers, we hugged and she said she would be waiting for me at the end and we proceded to the different banners denoting our desired speed.
I knew she would be finished long before me, but that didn't matter. We had both shown up along with 3,000 other women of all ages, sizes, abilities, and races. We were a mass of pink smiling, laughing, sweating, and wishing each other well as we made our way around the park.
This time around, I walked briskly with a few attempts of a quicker pace. To my surprise I was making great progress and approaching the 2 mile mark, I heard my friend and her husband calling out to me and asking if I was all right. I said the ankle is ok and I planned to run across the finish line. (I've yet to walk over one!)
So rounding the final bend my friend was next to me on the path as I started my "sprint" to the finish. She encouraged me on and then peeled away as I approached the taped off finish area and crossed the line
It was a wonderful evening. My medal was put around my neck, goodie bag presented and more photos taken. My friend hugged me and said how great I did. I was thrilled that because I "Showed up" I did something that makes me feel good even today!
Life is about showing up, of getting in there and doing those day to day things that in the scheme of things might not look outstanding, but in the bigger picture of life, they are things that really matter.
Thanks for showing up today and sharing it with me.
Friday, May 29, 2009
In my mind I've had to have a bit of a sit down and re-examine things. In three days I was supposed to start marathon training. With the injury from last Sunday, that will be postponed till the swelling in my foot and soreness goes down.
Perhaps this time to reflect on where I have come from will be give me a better look at where I am headed.
I am on the brink, the edge of another year of running. This time5 years ago I started with the Cancer Research's Race For Life and have gone on from there. 4 years ago I ran my first half marathon, 3 years ago my first marathon, 2 years ago my 3rd marathon, 1 year ago my 4th and now I am going to be getting ready to train for my 6th! I do count my running years from June to June. It's my measuring stick for my progress.
But my life is not just about running, it's about responsibilities, family, relationships, and being a good animal. Of taking care of what has been entrusted to me. There are times I take better care of myself than other times. I follow the guidelines put before me without any deviation, and other times I attempt to step out on my own. It's then that I am reminded that standing on the brink of something by myself can be very difficult. That means I am trying to break the winds against me with no help, to keep my balance alone through the storm.
So it is now when I put my hand out and reach for you with skin to support, suggest, encourage and hold the light for me. And I also reach with my heart and spirit to that which gives me life and breath for the path I am to walk. I am on the brink of something new every single day and I am thankful.
Monday, May 25, 2009
The weather is glorious this weekend and a perfect incentive to get out and about especially with the dogs. Hubby and I decided to head out over to Pendle Hill for a bit of a hike and introduce Jessie (our 5 y/o poodle) to the location.
The views of the Ribble Valley below and the alternate views on the other side were fantastic. We took lots of photos during the 1.5 miles up the steep incline before starting our descent.
We had gone about 2/3 of the way down when next thing I realized the ground was coming to meet me in the face! I had caught my ankle on the uneven ground and fell landing on my left hip! OUCH! My right ankle was hurting as well as my pride. Graham was ahead of me and when he saw me laying on the ground he was shocked.
Helping me to my feet I was holding back tears as I was not only startled but hurting. I carefully made my way down the remaining part of the hill to the car being extra careful not to injure myself any further.
Glad to have some ibuprofen in the car I took some and we drove home. Using the RICE (rest, ice, compression, elevation) method of recovery I am so looking forward to my ankle getting back to normal. Marathon training is planned to start in just a short week.
Today, Monday I have a compression sock on my foot, elevating it and using the ice. So on this amazing sunny, warmest day of the year so far, I'm stuck taking it easy. Oh and of course, it may rain tomorrow!! BLAHHHHHH!
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