This week's theme is about inspiration and getting started. I didnt even have to think about what inspires me on a daily basis and what has pulled me along when my mind and body wanted to slam the brakes. No matter what it is that stuns you into submission, life continues and its way better to be part of it than let it go by. I got in a car wreck tonight and while my car is totalled and my nerves are wrecked, me and the girls are okay. My boss called to see if I was okay and while I cried on the phone, he asked if I had a drink yet to calm down. I said no because I was packing the girls lunches for camp tomorrow and getting them ready for bed. He said, "Oh so what you are saying is you are carrying on with your life and responsibilities." Although I was sobbing, for a moment I smiled and thought hell yeah Im carrying on. Not gonna lie I felt the single mom power surge. Moments I feel my weakest, it turns out Im my strongest.
So, whats inspiring to me and to others? Everyone will remember (maybe) who won a major marathon or at least when the first American surged thru. Unfortunately, after that no one really knows who came in 3rd, 23rd, 1003rd or last. The unsung heroes are those that stopped their race to help the one that nearly passed out and carried them to the finish, the 91yr old that finished a marathon, the amputee that graced the pavement proudly after having their life almost taken from them, the person who kicked cancer and gave the pavement no mercy, the parents that ran their first 5k in the anniversary of their son's passing to brain cancer. Those are the ones that move me and others, not the 6:30 pace. Dont get me wrong its absolutely amazing, but not what keeps me chasing pavement everyday.
For me simply, my awesome friends who ran that first 5k in the one year anniversary of their son keeps me moving forward running and when life shits on me. Zeke Dutcher is and was the most amazing little boy and meeting him changed my life in ways I can not explain. Holding a 3yr old boy fighting the fight of his life and seeing him still smiling and making me laugh...bar none is the most inspired ive been ever. Ive carried Zeke's name on me during all my races and a bracelet with his name has been on me everyday for two years. The very moment I struggle at anything, he pushes me. Seeing his parents lose their baby and still smile and move forward every single day ...now that right there is heroic. While no one would have blamed them for waving the white flag at any moment, they fought till the very end of his beautiful life and they still fight everyday for other families who are struggling. Zeke's mom was hopeful that oneday he would run with me when he got better and although hes at peace now, she must know he runs with me every single day.
Look beyond for inspiration. It might just be right in front of you.
My first steps as a baby according to my parents was actually a run. At 5yrs old my dad took me to the NYC Marathon, but truth be told I had no idea why people were running down the street. All this was foreshadowing for what was to be a life of running almost 30 years later. "If opportunity doesnt knock...build a door."
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