This morning was almost a 7 mile run for me and I am so thankful to feel my legs, lungs and ankles ready for the challenge.
Running is something that when I don't have time for it, I really miss it and often don't realize the different ways it benefits my body and entire self. While running my mind goes into 'defrag mode'. It properly files away the randomness I have throughout the week, month or day.
While running and being absorbed by music I often find myself able to plan vacations, start businesses, schedule childcare and prep amazing meals. That is only in the first 3 miles. (Of course most times its all gone when i walk in the door to the 3 and sometimes 4 boys!). 3 miles is what I have always considered the amount that you need to run and 'get started'. But lately that was all I had time for if I had time for that at all. No one wants to push 3 kids in a stroller, nick need significant motivation to run or bike along side (and often time I need that motivation) so I finally put a hold on teaching my Saturday morning cycle class and am hopefully gifting that motivation to myself. Today was my 2nd journey. The mark on the wall is the Army 10 miler October 20 ten miler.
After all the needed brain re-organization, my run took me through a new neighborhood (we have SO many here is NOVa -i would love to one day live in a long established community-but surely that has its struggles that I am unaware of too) so while smiling and waving at all the workers on a brisk early Saturday morning my mind let me float back to my former life as a builder and my appreciation for what that taught me and has helped me become and the folks that enriched my life. I remembered the struggles than as if they were today (but I am thankfully treasuring the high points) and as I do not long to return yet enjoyed the nostalgia of the thoughts,
As my run took me back though a tunnel in the forestry preserved portion of the run - a place I am excited to be captured by fall in a few weeks- i started to delve into my emotions from the summer. As I currently dive into books written by bloggers and amazingly imperfect women I wanted to write down or amplify my own imperfections. Maybe paper (or iPad) or blogging further de-frags the process.
This pasted year has been a struggle for many reasons and one of the first times I have turned to therapy and than medication in a hopes of strengthening myself. Aleve, Bractrum, sebhorric dermatitis, steroids, Prozac, lexipro were all words that were consuming my brain figuratively and body literally. All things to 'help' me but as I sit back without any of those things I wonder if they removed my 'reserve'. It was as if I couldn't just pull myself up and knock it out - I was disappointed inmyself, my guilt, my kids and nothing I did took it away. As I am back to running as my medication I felt a strength in more than just my legs, just because I struggled this summer and feel good today doesn't mean that my struggle may come again. Matter of fact, it certainly will. I will never know the path that god has chosen for me or my family, but I am certain with each turn he has made me stronger. So here is where my thoughts are at about mile 4.5.
Amen to the Nike running ap that keeps me informed and on pace.
'demons' from imagine dragons comes on. Love where that takes an acceptance of me and the fact that truly, we all have them - its just how we deal with them is what transforms us...
next up, macklemore can't hold us-well planned (unknowingly).
Living on a prayer, tears of emotion-fair enough.
Thats my kind of night takes me directly to Austin Texas and pretty much into Chelcy's house (that I still haven't been into yet, so it was your old on canyon).
Now I am at the stage that I know I will finish strong and my adrenaline is in full effect, true energy. I am singing out loud (almost), smiling at anyone i pass hoping to motivate them in anyway a smile can. My final song has been Cave by Mumford for a while now and I have yet to tire of if, but I am drained at the end as the final push it carries me through is exactly what my doctor ordered.
I run by the gym that normally in 2 minutes I would start motivating a class of quite often 34 cyclists. I am excited to be back there someday, and am thankful for the members that have inspired me and told me how much I have inspired them with the passion and songs I bring to the bike. But thank you also to the members-really friends-for knowing and understanding the break I am taking,
We Own the Night is a new favorite 'I am done' song. Euphoric.
Now, let the morning and the next challenge begin. Thank you god for the path I am on and thank you god for making me strong. We all affect each others lives and you are all a treasure in mine.


































