I’ve gotten so behind on the blog because 1) I really wasn’t able to get out and walk this week due to forgotten homework, volunteer work and yes, laziness. 2) my internet being out for five days 3) So many thoughts buzzing around my head that it was better that I left my hands off the key board …. I’ll leave you with these words of insanity as a make-up.
Have I ever told you that I hate running “straight-aways?” You know, races or parts of races where you can see the path out in front of you “running straight out to the skyline.” I hate them. It almost feels like an extra 20 lbs was added to your already heavy load because you know how far you have to go and the road (or track) seems to be getting longer and longer.
I prefer running the curves. It just seems easier when there is something obscuring your view or you have to concentrate on staying in your lane. In high school, I ran the mile relay, the 800m dash and my main event was the 400m dash. Anything to avoid running something without a curve on it. The straight-aways were hard, but for some reason the curves were easy to run. I was always able to find my groove there. If I was behind in a race, that would be where my adrenaline would kick in and I’d be able to push myself forward. (Remind me some day and I’ll tell you about the first and only individual race I ever won.)
But now day’s things are different. When I was younger it was easier not to know what the next thing was around the corner. Life was fun and exciting and even though I was nervous about the future, the mystery of what lay ahead was what life was all about. It was okay to take chances because hey, we were only making decisions that would effect the rest of our lives. Life was full of “curves” and that all right.
I’m older now and in real life, I still hate straight-aways, the running ones (I mean). I don’t mind living them. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize that I like knowing where the next paycheck is going to be coming from and what the next crisis will be before it falls in my lap like a dirty shirt. I like knowing that my children will be safe spiritually because we’re reading the scriptures as a family and including family prayer time in our day. I love knowing that my husband will be coming home to us every night and not having to worry that one day he might not show up because of infidelity or some other problem in our marriage. I love having faith in the concrete aspects of my life and knowing that even though I will have “curves” in my life, the gospel helps those “curves” bend back into shape a little sooner than they would be otherwise. It takes the worry out of what might be hiding in the shadows ahead.
So in the end I’ll keep running and wogging and walking and hobbling through this marathon, but in the end of that “race” we call life, I know that I’ll be glad that I finished it with my family beside me and a smile on my face.
As for the daily marathon, today I did 5.85 miles in about 1 hour 28 minutes. I finally was able to donate blood platelets yesterday (after having to run and get a burger because I was .4pts too low at my first attempt that morning). I was worried about how I would feel today, but I feel great. The scale still doesn’t like me, but I don’t remember saying I ever liked it so I guess we’re just going to have to have that kind of relationship. At my last weigh-in I was 162. Five pounds. Not bad for 8 weeks work (Ugh.) Where's Jillian Michaels when I need her?
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