Yesterday in class, a fellow student stood up to make an anouncement of a fundraiser she is holding to raise money for her sick father. Her father has leukemia. I could not imagine going through a situation like that or even getting enough strentgh to get in front of the class to talk about it. The moment after her speech I thought of how lucky I am to have my own health, and my family and freinds health as well.
Last October I broke my ankle and this took from me something a love very much. This love is to RUN. Running for me is fulfilling; to feel that good pain, to push myself further then the previuos run and to reach a goal I create for myself and yes to feel that "runners high". Without this huge part of my life I felt an emptiness which did cause for sadness. To fill this hole, I found other activities that could keep me occupied and fit. I began to pool run. I know it sounds silly, but it is the next best thing to running on the ground...and yes it is just as tiring, maybe more. I struggled to stay motivated and I am still struggling, but when you love something this much, you will commit to it no matter what.
I realize that things could be much worse for myself, and getting injured made me appreciate my sport fully. I have a healthy family and freinds and this means much more then a silly broken foot that I had created to be so devastating at first. I am semi healed now and am taking the training process in strides. My first run back felt exilerating, and I had a huge smile on my face the whole time a am sure.
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ReplyDeleteYou've captured our inability to look beyond minor setbacks in order to appreciate our other blessings perfectly. We are all guilty of it, believe me.
ReplyDeleteI envy that you are a runner. I want to start running, but I'm an inconsistent procrastinator... so it's safe to say that I won't be running anytime soon, if ever. LOL!