Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Marathon
We were having lunch at the kitchen table when we spotted her coming down the street. Dressed in bright running clothes, it was Marathon Trainer heading back towards her house. She is a neighborhood mom who is one of those freakishly fit people. She teaches all sorts of classes at the local Y and her most recent endeavor is leading a group of people to train for an upcoming marathon.
She is, needless to say, in incredible shape. She, like others I know who look really great, works really hard at it. I admire her greatly - and I realize that she has something in her make-up that I do not possess.
Me: "You know, there is absolutely nothing within me that has ever remotely considered running a marathon."
Husband: "Really?!?!"
He is being just a tad bit sarcastic.
I ponder for a few minutes.
Me: "Actually, I can only think of three ways I would use that word. Marathon candy bar. Marathon movie night. Marathon shopping."
Husband: He laughs, shakes his head and goes in to some explanation of hitting a wall and being able to push through and how it feels on the other side.
I listen, trying to capture the fascination of running.
I do recall running a few years ago with some friends who were runners. Hitting the wall and pushing through meant I made it home without tossing my cookies in a neighbor's front yard. I can say with 100% certainty that I did not experience any euphoric feeling during that tortuous morning or for several days afterwards.
And then a light of connection came to me.
It must be similar to that feeling you have when you have been shopping for a new pair of jeans or a new swimsuit. You have spent hours in the mall trying on things. You are just about to give up and then something fits and looks really great (or even if it just finally looks okay) and is reasonably priced. Your spirits are lifted and you "catch your second wind". You begin to believe you can persevere for hours more, searching for that perfect pair of boots or sandals.
Yeah, it must be something like that!
simple faith
We were having lunch at the kitchen table when we spotted her coming down the street. Dressed in bright running clothes, it was Marathon Trainer heading back towards her house. She is a neighborhood mom who is one of those freakishly fit people. She teaches all sorts of classes at the local Y and her most recent endeavor is leading a group of people to train for an upcoming marathon.
She is, needless to say, in incredible shape. She, like others I know who look really great, works really hard at it. I admire her greatly - and I realize that she has something in her make-up that I do not possess.
Me: "You know, there is absolutely nothing within me that has ever remotely considered running a marathon."
Husband: "Really?!?!"
He is being just a tad bit sarcastic.
I ponder for a few minutes.
Me: "Actually, I can only think of three ways I would use that word. Marathon candy bar. Marathon movie night. Marathon shopping."
Husband: He laughs, shakes his head and goes in to some explanation of hitting a wall and being able to push through and how it feels on the other side.
I listen, trying to capture the fascination of running.
I do recall running a few years ago with some friends who were runners. Hitting the wall and pushing through meant I made it home without tossing my cookies in a neighbor's front yard. I can say with 100% certainty that I did not experience any euphoric feeling during that tortuous morning or for several days afterwards.
And then a light of connection came to me.
It must be similar to that feeling you have when you have been shopping for a new pair of jeans or a new swimsuit. You have spent hours in the mall trying on things. You are just about to give up and then something fits and looks really great (or even if it just finally looks okay) and is reasonably priced. Your spirits are lifted and you "catch your second wind". You begin to believe you can persevere for hours more, searching for that perfect pair of boots or sandals.
Yeah, it must be something like that!
simple faith
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