This morning I had a moment.
A moment while running [yes, on the treadmill] my last long run before the marathon [in 12 days]. I wasn't feeling it. I was fine. No [running] problems. Felt stressed [what I DO best]. My mind was racing. Thinking of what I needed to do as soon as I finished. And what I really should be doing right now. Wishing I was running today in Boston. Just felt blah. I had 10 more miles to go and my best songs weren't even working?!
I turned off the music. Walked my cell phone to my room [I can't be trusted]. Turned off the computer. Pulled down the blinds on my front door.
on. Nothing but the sound of the motor and the huge fan blowing on my backside. In my terms this was quiet.
More importantly, my brain was quiet. [This never happens].
Lately, I've been hearing myself say [a lot]. I have to do laundry. I have to do sprints. I have to help Peanut with her project. I have to iron. I have to prepare a lesson. I have to run my business. I have to run. I have to weight train. I have to make dinner. I have to list 20 items today. I have to clean the bathroom.
blah. blah. blah.
For the remaining 80 minutes. I ran. I thought. I pondered. I realized. wait . . I "get".
I get to do these things. I get to wake up each morning and take care of my family. I get to live in my beautiful home that needs cleaning. I get to run, train, etc. My body & my heart allow me to do all of these things.
I am grateful.