Sunday, June 26, 2011
I am running. Not too much, maybe three miles four times a week. I would like to run a half marathon, or maybe a marathon, but I haven't been able to step it up. The truth is... I AM RUNNING. I am still putting in three miles a few times a week. This is important for me to remember because I have also been dealing with a lot of unusual stress. My beloved mother-in-law passed away recently, my nephew had a major break down in my presence and I had to help unexpectedly, I have been stressed out at work where a co-worker was recently fired, not to mention that I am the mother of three teenage boys who are going through their own trials and to top it off I just went through menopause at the age of forty three- hot flashes and all. I guess life is just a stream of events, some bad, some good, most unexpected.
In the midst of all these changes I have this body of mine that, even though it is going through it's own set of adjustments, pulls me up each day and supports all my actions. I have this body that runs. This body that smiles and laughs and which is recognized as friendly. I have this body that helps my spirit process life. I am so grateful for it. I may not be quite ready for the big races, but I love my body and I will allow it time to adjust to each goal at a reasonable pace. I will help my body to grow and adjust, just as my body supports me in all I do.