|Photo credit: MPH photography. Amazing Artist!|
How did it feel? Is the first question my mother asks as I hobble back to the car after my first 5k.
It felt intimidating waiting to start the run with a group of people who belong on the cover of a running magazine. It felt frightful. What if I slip? What if I can only continue for a short time and have to walk the whole way back? What if my knee doesn't hold up and I just can't run through the pain?
Pushing past those thoughts...
It feels like your body is whispering words of thanks through every stride. It feels like your feet are clusters of feathers and you finally realize that you have always had the ability to fly.
It feels like every can't, won't, shouldn't, is being crushed with every step on the pavement. You feel like a champion crushing all the attempts to defeat your spirit and crush your heart. You feel free. Free of any form of mental disability and any attempts at lies that try to nest in your mind.
Even though I stopped running for several years, running always been there. Like my running shoes, it waited quietly on the shelf for my return. My return wasn't glorious or applause worthy. I didn't run like I belonged on the cover of a magazine. I just got up and ran.
As my mom followed me in the mini van full of my children, I realized that this running feeling reached over and touched the hearts of those I love. My mother was full of pride. She saw her daughter who a year ago was emotionally beaten down and wore the clothes of defeat hold her head up and face the long road with a smile on her face. With every wave at my children at every kilometer I knew that this running feeling was spilling over to them. I was showing them that life will knock you down but you will always have the ability to get up and run.
|Taken by my 6 year old after the run.|