Monday, 15 September 2014

A Marathon Decision and a Peaceful Place

Last year, right around this time, I did I shoot with the lovely Alyssa Wodabek. We both got busy, and the pictures kind of got lost in the shuffle. So when she sent me these last week I struck by two things...
1. I have come a long way, from where I was in these photos
2. Running is and always has been my peaceful happy place.

At this point last year, I was deep in the throws of greif. I had just lost my Dad a few short weeks before. I was stressed. I was scrambling to squeeze in as much work as possible to make up for the time I had taken off. I was burning the candle at both ends to keep up with my school work. And I was training for my marathon.

I was emotionally exhausted. I was physically drained. And I felt so lost.

I remember so clearly how painful this moment in my life was. But when I look at these photos, I see so much joy. That is the power of the run.

Running is and always has been my peaceful happy place. So when I set out to do my long run on Sunday, that was forefront in my mind.

I set out with my husband. I had had a great week. I had visited with friends. I had a chance to get caught up on work and a few outstanding life things I had been putting off. I had time to bake. I finished the book I was reading. And I had done some running - just no crazy mileage and no intense speed work. I felt good. I felt relaxed. I felt balanced.

We chatted. We ran. And before I knew it we were at 16km. The weather was perfect. I felt energized. But 20km just felt like enough. Jamie kept running, he had another 8km to do. But I hopped off to grab a coffee and a cookie, and to to take the subway home.

I found my peaceful happy place again. I felt that joy. And at this moment in my life, that is really all I am looking for.

I am going to run the Half in October.
It is what my body needs. But I think it is also just what I need right now.

Love Your Favourite Darwinian Fail,