Mama said there’d be days like this

Mom & Dad MacIt doesn’t matter what you look at, what matters is what you see.

I was running yesterday.  It was a particularly hard run.  4,000 foot elevation gain starting at 6,200 ft.  I have done this run a few times before, but yesterday it was different.  The hill won.  As I started to walk, while gasping to catch my breath, a plethora of defeating thoughts, and excuses, ran across my mind.  I started too hard, I was not fully recovered from my last run, I suck, I shouldn’t have tried this so early in my training.  STOP!  No, the thought’s didn’t stop, I did, I had to the air was gone.  I was forced to sit down.  When I finally got my head out of my hands and looked back towards the bottom of the hill, I became overwhelmed by the beauty of what I could see and I began to feel different. Instead of feeling the dread of the shitty performance, I began to feel grateful that I was there at all, grateful for the day, and especially grateful for the fact that I am still able to run even at this dreadfully slow pace.  Most of all, I was grateful that the run home was all down hill.

Gratitude turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, It can turn chaos into order, confusion into clarity.  Gratitude can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.  Gratitude makes sense of our failures.  Brings peace and creates a vision of a better tomorrow.

If you’re a new runner, an old burfoot or just an occasional walker, please don’t forget about what you have.  What you have is, by any measure, far greater than what you don’t have.

I was taught this great lesson on gratitude by my Mother. I am writing this post in honor of her, because I am so happy and grateful to have had her influence on me throughout my life.  Thanks Mum.

Happy Mother’s Day