Submitted by Vicki
'I'm stronger than I think I am.' The thought streamed through my mind as I was out running today . . . 'I'm stronger than I think I am.' When I turned 30 I didn't know I was strong. I didn't know that I could be a great runner, mom, friend, wife, PA, sister . . . a great person with a beautiful soul, a strong spirit. And while I certainly have fair to mediocre moments in all of the above categories, I also have a lot of great hours, days and weeks that I'm able to string together. And I love that now, at 41 years old and (hopefully) only about halfway through my life, I know that this is the tip of the iceberg of understanding who I am and my strengths.
I love that I'm a runner, because it's while I'm out on my long runs that these random scattered thoughts that rattle around in my subconscious are allowed to take shape into a clear thought and work their way to the front of my mind, crystallizing into a clearer understanding of who I am. These fragments of thoughts and experiences fall into place and become things I know about myself. I'm stronger than I think I am. No one else can tell us these things, no one can give us an understanding of who we are and what makes us strong, what feeds us. These are for us to find and mark and celebrate. For me, the pieces come together while I'm running.
I love that I'm a runner, because it's while I'm out on my long runs that these random scattered thoughts that rattle around in my subconscious are allowed to take shape into a clear thought and work their way to the front of my mind, crystallizing into a clearer understanding of who I am. These fragments of thoughts and experiences fall into place and become things I know about myself. I'm stronger than I think I am. No one else can tell us these things, no one can give us an understanding of who we are and what makes us strong, what feeds us. These are for us to find and mark and celebrate. For me, the pieces come together while I'm running.
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