It’s been nine days since the Staten Island Half and my ankle injury. I am trying to have patience, be faith-filled, faithful and calm and not freak out but I don’t know how good of a job I’m doing. Twelve days before the biggest race of my life and I can’t run! How do I deal with that? The crap that’s doing laps in my mind when I can’t – do laps that is. What will I do? What should I do? These are just some of the questions I’m living with these days.
Fear, uncertainty, disappointment, anxiety, pain and a host of other little monsters are vying for first place in my mind.
Yet, I’m unshakeable in my conviction that I’ll be better and running in the company of some 40,000 plus runners come Nov 3. That being said, I’m reminded of how we sometimes and unintentionally take things for granted: ourselves and our abilities, other people, things and situations – not really considering how fragile, transient and fickle it can all be. I mean who really thinks about all of that when things are going well? As is often said, why borrow trouble? But the truth is, everyday, each moment, every gift and ability we have and each person in our lives should be treasured, as it’s all part and parcel of who we are and what we’re about. Imagine having to do without a piece of yourself, eventually you adapt sure but you’re never the same. So for now, I hold on to my faith and pray that when it’s all I have left that’ll be enough; staying preoccupied in a whirlwind of doctor’s offices and medication – doing my part as I not-so-patiently wait on God to do His.
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