Archive | August, 2013

Day ??? Yes, it’s been a while. Life has been happening.

13 Aug

It’s been about four months since I last posted, and it’s a sticky note on my fridge that inspired me to update the blog.

“…suffering produces perseverance; perseverance produces character; and character produces hope. And hope does not disappoint…” Romans 3:5

Before even logging on, I could remember the last blog post I started, and never published. It was for the week of April 7.  I had run a 10k in support of a young girl, Calle, who was battling a courageous fight but slowly losing her life to a brain tumor.  This road race encompassed a 5k run and walk. It was something everyone could participate in, and thousands came out to support one child. This is a child that brought together an entire community, one town showing love and support for Calle and her family.  Never have I witnessed such a strong network of true love and support. It began in Norwell and quickly spread.  I never met Calle, but understand her strength and grace blessed so many.  Calle lost her battle this summer, and leaves behind a beautiful legacy and a community united forever.

I never posted a blog that week because a few days later I was cheering on thousands of runners at mile 26 of the Boston Marathon. In 12 seconds, my life was turned upside down.  After being evacuated from my apartment with only the clothes on my back, one of the first purchases I made was a pair of running sneakers. Then I ran. I ran every day for a week. I wasn’t sleeping and was barely eating, yet I ran hard.  I ran, and I ran some more.  It was literally the only thing I could control. It made sense when I couldn’t make sense of anything else.

As time marched on, I faced additional personal and professional struggles. It became a perfect storm of mental and emotional struggle. Life was testing me in a way that pushed me to my limits. I was forced to put one foot in front of the other, see the good in the bad, and keep the faith that a greater meaning was behind it all.  Struggle was swimming through me, greeting me each morning and lingering during each sleepless night.  It was hope, that small, tiny sliver of hope that got me through each day.  Hope in a brighter tomorrow and faith that that I am stronger than my struggles.

And here I am, a stronger person and more self-aware. I am most grateful for the friends that make me smile through the tears, the family that opens their arms and hearts from afar, and my running sneakers that offer me an outlet to find clarity and peace.

Four months have passed and a lot has happened. But fitness and the #sweatlife continues.  With sore legs from this weekend’s Falmouth road race, I laced up the sneakers and let out some steam in a kickboxing class. Exercise is where I lose myself. I do it for health of course, but more so because it’s my “zen”. Dripping in sweat, pounding on a heavy bag, throwing around medicine balls, and jumping rope is my therapy.   I feel whole, complete, and centered.

Life is full of wild ups and downs. It always will be. Learning to ride the waves is half battle.