…was 1 mile.
Today I ran 1 mile.
For those of you who only want running blog material stop here. The above two lines, three counting the title are it for running.
Yes, it is true. I was supposed to do 3 miles today and planned to do it after my water aerobics class and after my half mile swim. All was going as planned and I was at .97 of a mile when my phone rang with the familiar unfamiliar number…Ah…a call from the other side of the world. A side of the world where there is no marathon training, there is no down time, relaxing, or weekends off…There is only a ground hog day of sorts. It is a world so unimaginable to me. The Hubs was calling, during my run. Without hesitation I answered. I could tell he was down and I turned off the mill and headed outside so I could listen to him. I ended up listening to him for almost 20 min. I am so glad I had my phone handy because this was a call I am glad I did not miss.
Needless to say my workout time was up and I had to head home to get ready for work.
Today has been difficult for a number of reasons. 1) It is hard to hear someone who you know to be emotionally strong trying to remain emotionally strong when you can tell they don’t want to be strong. Does that even make sense? Anyway, on to number 2) I have been debating with myself for a week and a half now about whether or not to bring this up in my running blog, but I will. My family just found out my dad has cancer. It is hard not being home, not being there to just see him or stop by and check on him, being so far away. It is hard. And so our family is dealing with this news and moving forward.
For me running has turned into so much more than running and training. It gives me some sort of control in a time and a place where I often feel like I have none.
I am sure one day I will look back on this time of my life and say, “Thank God I had running.”
So for all of my awesome bloggy readers, if you are of any faith whatsoever will you send up a quick prayer for my dad and our family? And I am hereby dedicating next weekend’s Rock n Roll Half to my dad. Every mile will be for him…
What have you found that helps you through difficult time?