Sometimes life lets you down easy. Bad news comes in small doses, giving you time to deal with it as it gradually accumulates.
Other times, it slams into you like a Mack truck. Your chest tightens as you gasp for air. You stand frozen as the world spins uncontrollably around you. No matter how strong your faith is, you are shaken to your very core, and you wonder how you will ever take one more step forward.
As the jumble of thoughts and emotions threatens to cripple you, you fight back. You lace up your shoes. And you run.
You runs as the tears stream down your face. You run as you choke back the sobs. You run as your brain swirls rapidly with memories of the past and thoughts of futures that will not be. The churning of your legs mimics the churning of your stomach. The burning in your lungs matches the burning in your heart.
You run faster and harder, and for a few blissful minutes, your mind is incapable of focusing on anything but the physical effort. You run … and run … and run …
When you are done, your heart is still broken. Your arms are still empty. And yet, somehow, you are stronger than when you began. You know that you have the strength to press forward, to push through the pain, and that you will survive. One step at a time.
The author is a wife, mother, and solidly average “middle of the pack” runner from Northeast Ohio. She is currently training for the Flying Pig marathon, and plans to run the Rock ‘N’ Roll Cleveland half marathon while raising money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. To help her reach her goal, please visit her webpage: http://pages.teamintraining.org/noh/rnrclevh13/MileageMama
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