“I run because it’s so symbolic of life. You have to drive yourself to overcome the obstacles. You might feel that you can’t. But then you find your inner strength, and realize you’re capable of so much more than you thought.”
9.37 Minute/Miles (Average)
5:54 Minute/Miles (Max)
780 Calories burned
Somewhere around mile five (5) or so, the rain continues; it has not stopped. My ear buds are wet and continue to fall out of my ears. Jill (Scott) bellows, “I’m magnificent” and I agree. I feel free. I’m wet but it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I don’t care that my natural hair is drenched, I don’t care that my new sneaks are wet, and I certainly don’t give a damn that it’s 50 some degrees outside. My heart beats at a steady velocity.
Closing my eyes, while moving forward I consume a huge batch of cool damp, yet refreshing air. My lungs and my body approve. Another favorite song blares in my ear. Oh, this feels so good! I am so happy that I could literally shed tears of joy. It is so hard to explain. I am engrossed in an intoxicating moment. Nothing matters. Physically I feel boundless. Spiritually I am blessed. I cannot think of a single reason to complain. The drama of an earlier week is miles behind me.
The previous week had been one of extreme highs and lows —all relative to parenting.
Committed and active parents recognize crucial and defining moments; times when the most painful and the most difficult decisions are made, all for the benefit of our children.
It is easier to “talk-the-talk” than it is to “walk-the-walk. A critical juncture presented itself. Hubby and I discussed the issue and made an extremely difficult but necessary parental decision. Carrying out the decision took me to an ultimate low place where I never envisioned for myself. Afterwards, I meditated. I prayed.
As parents, we would like to believe that 18+ years of sacrifice, good teaching, and committed parenting will result in young adults who make smart choices. Not true. Our children stumble and make bad choices, as we once (and sometimes still do) did. Nevertheless, we are there for them and continue to guide and to support them.
However, there are moments when tough love is the best and only medicine to administer. Tough love is painful for both parents and our children–We both learn from this experience. This I know.
That same week, I experienced a supreme high. My nine-year –old, who is the fastest player on his Pee Wee football team, scored his first official touchdown. The touchdown came as a result of his intercepting an offensive pass.
Once I realized that he had possession of the ball, I was content. I knew that no one could catch him. He sprinted 30-40 yards hugging the football as if the ball was his Sony DSI game and a playmate was trying to steal it. Although he is outrageously fast, the coaches rarely give him the ball to carry (that’s another story), but he was ready for the opportunity and convincingly delivered.
I don’t know which was best… the joy on my son’s face as he bumped chests of a teammate in the end one or my hubby’s elation as he literally jumped, screamed, and punched the air in excitement. His team won the game, which made the touchdown all the better.
Runners experience similar highs and lows. Highs—when we are healthy, strong, and meet or exceed our personal goals; Lows—when we’re injured, wounded, experience setbacks, or simply have bad days,
“…but then you find your inner strength, and realize you’re capable of so much more than you thought.”
The sentiment is true. Regardless if you’re running, trying to make it through a tough day with the family, dealing with a challenging week at work or experiencing a problem in another area of your life, seek out your inner strength because you are capable of getting through the difficult time. This you must believe.