It was a beautiful day for a race. The path stretched out before me, and mile by mile I conquered it.
It wasn’t about how fast I could run, or how many people were ahead or behind me.. it was about taking in the beautiful journey and challenging my body more than the last race. Pushing past the boundaries that the mind built.
I ran more consecutive miles today than I have since before my son was born. Eleven miles. Slowly but surely my body is healing. My mind is healing. It is not broken, ruined, nor defective. The more that I run, the more I believe that I am capable.
Doing something physically challenging helps me to know that the next time I am faced with immense and overwhelming fear, I can face it with the courage of an athlete who pushes through the hardest part of the race. The miles just beyond our previous accomplishment.
One mile at a time, I am healing from my trauma.
“Keep running the race that is set before you with Endurance” Hebrews 12:1
It has felt so good to get back into a running routine this past week! I’ve started my marathon training in earnest now, even on days when I just don’t want to run. But putting it off for another day isn’t going to help me on race day.
Over the weekend, one of my best friends came to visit, and we went on a nice run just the two of us. Now, I know plenty of friends who go running together all of the time, but military life has a way of making this more special. Best friends can be thousands of miles away on any given day! And in this case, we hadn’t seen each other since January. When NEITHER of us were really running. Much less training! And now BOTH of us are doing both! It was such a huge blessing.
So, as we left the quaint little house, the boys being looked after by DH, I was so excited! We started trotting down the road in the morning humidity and found a nice pace where we could not only fulfill our goal of getting a good thirty minute run in, but we could also get to talk at the same time. It felt good to be able to talk freely about birth, motherhood, and everything that was happening in our lives.
Running isn’t always about how much you sweat during the run, or the miles that you log, but about the friendships that you are able to nourish along the way.