( 8:38 PM ) teahouse
Achey Breaky Legs
Thanks everyone for the emotional support, for which I feel truly blessed.
SheilaO was right. Only a crisis of faith should immobilize me. So wherever you are, you wise woman, I thank you.
This weekend I ran a 4-mile race in Central Park. Not having run a race in almost a year, my time and pace were abysmal.
But I didn't care. Because I felt great afterwards. And the Fiance even braved the cold to cheer for me at the finish line!
And when I was running, I felt free and light like I'd never felt before. Like I could have kept on running forever.
When I rounded the bend toward the finish line, and I saw the Fiance standing there, cheering for me wearing his dorky large hat he bought when we were in Central America and were climbing a volcano (he had to buy it because it was the only time in his life he'd found a hat to fit his large head - and after he washed it last week it shrank so now it's too small) and his trench coat that makes him look like a flasher, my heart swelled with affection.
And I thought, it doesn't matter what happens to us in my career or in this life; he is there for me through my work crises and we have each other and we're gettin' hitched soon and everything else is just background noise.
And I felt as light as a feather.
Well, that is until this morning when my entire body ached and I was hobbling around like an old woman for most of the day.
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