Mandatory rest day. I’ve been spending many hours on the floor in front of the fire. I’ve been trying to picture myself running the marathon. I haven’t been able to visualize it yet. My right hip is a mess. Pain rotates around and is nearly impossible to pinpoint. All i know is every night after i work it gets a little worse.
All i know is it’s going to take something like a miracle to get me through the race on sunday.
Last night i was looking through old photos. Raptured by my beauty on my wedding day. It’s such a waste that most of us don’t see that until decades have past. In a few weeks it will be our anniversary. We were married on May 20th 1995. Is this our 16th or our 13th? How do we count those years apart?
I was looking at everyone in my family. We have all gotten so much older since then. Shane and i were so young, he looks nothing like the man he has become. The man whom i have the great pleasure and privilege of waking up beside every morning. My grandmothers were there. It was before age and sickness took it’s toll on their bodies. They were still so wonderfully joyous, that pleasant roundness that we earn with age. Softness wrapped around them. I took in every image like a stranger happening on such an occasion. I saw the pride and worry in my parents eyes. Such life in those photos, they vibrate.
Something about this journey to marathons and anniversaries has me reflective, thankful. Humbled.
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Good luck on the marathon Jess…something like a miracle will happen to get you through the race; simply your determination and strength. Can’t wait to hear about the experience with all its pleasure and pain.