A long time ago, i had read a story in Runner’s World magazine about a runner who had completed the grueling Leadville 100 mile run in Colorado, suffering barely a scratch. A few weeks, later while running through his neighborhood, he tripped on a decorative rock, and broke 3 ribs.
Life’s wounds are inevitable, and we are all recovering from something, whether it is from wounds of the day, week or many years ago.
Many…MANY… years ago I ran to the top of Mt. Mitchell, the tallest peak east of the Mississippi, at 6,684 feet , for the annual 40 mile Mt. Mitchell challenge. At the time, I was convinced that once I reached the summit, I could hurl all of my wounds, my hurts, my scars from that mountaintop, so they would never haunt me again.
However, once I reached the summit, there was nothing for me to “throw away”. Through those many…MANY months of arduous training, I had realized the value of my wounds, my scars, my imperfections. I discovered that wounds are not an anchor, but the catalyst that will help me prevail in the face of adversity. I realized that scars are a precious reminder of our extraordinary ability to recover. My recovery occurs along the many miles of trails or roads I run/ride, because the more my legs spin, the less my mind does. I also recover every time I step onto my yoga mat, and am reminded of the restorative power of stillness…and BREATH.
In my ..ahem….many years of existence, I have learned to appreciate the exquisite combination of thrills and tragedies that life has to offer. And I truly believe that without fully appreciating both, you cannot fully live. I feel as though I have spent my entire LIFETIME… recovering. I have reached the summit, and did all the “things” I thought I was supposed to do, to obtain the “good” life. But alas, sometimes life has made alternate plans. And even though I may have recently forgotten, I DO I know what it feels like to be faced with an insurmountable task. I know what it is to be entirely broken down, yet somehow able to muster an ounce of courage, strength, to push through the pain, freezing temperatures or high speed winds, to summit a peak. And I know, how important it is to be patient with yourself…
as you allow yourself to recover..
one day, …
one step at a time. No matter HOW LONG IT TAKES…there is NO TIMELINE..
I may have forgotten these things here recently,
but I hope that my “remembering” will remind YOU TOO…
that you can “recover”
at your own pace 🙂
Until next time my loyal readers…