I am training for a half marathon. People ask me how I do it all the time. It’s simple. It’s my outlet. I run and while I run, I pray. I thank God for the beautiful sunset, for the ability to get up and run, I pray for my boys, I pray for courage, I pray for a life that leaves a legacy, I pray to be the best mom I can be… see the trick to running long distance is to pretend you aren’t. My best running days are the days where I am able to immerse myself in my thoughts, in my dreams, in my goals. Often times I pretend I’m running in my half marathon, I’m almost to the finish line, and I’m always excited to see who is waiting for me there. Every time I see my mom, my boys, and this one really attractive man that I can’t seem to take my eyes off of.
Running used to be easier. It was a great stress reliever, but recently my life has drastically changed. I’m happy that running has been more difficult for me lately. It’s because I’m so incredibly happy. It’s difficult to run when I can’t stop smiling. It’s difficult to run when my life finally feels like it’s going exactly where I want it to. One of the best feelings in the world is watching things finally fall into place after watching them fall apart for so long.
I’ve always been a firm believer that you can’t find happiness in another person, but I do know that another person can definitely help a person to feel happier. See, I randomly met this man over a year ago, and while I wasn’t emotionally ready to be in a serious relationship, I tried to be anyway. I thought I was healed from my divorce, I thought I was ready to give love another try, but I wasn’t.
I’m lucky. I’m so incredibly lucky that this man understood that I needed time. He gave it to me. He told me he would wait for me… and he did!
I run my race in one day. I can’t wait to see who is at the finish line waiting for me.