I need to do more of this. I have to recognize gratitude.
Gratitude, at the base of all things running, is what is my buzz, lights my fire, lightens my heart….whatever which way you want to cut it! Last week, on my long run, I was miserable. It was all of sudden summer (in our cool Nova Scotian part of the world), I wore what I thought would be my favourite long run shorts (and the rode right up where shorts do not belong) and my right shoulder seized up (I felt like I was a lopsided hunchback of Notre Dame). I had to cut my run crew loose and choose the shadiest way back home…I was coming home the wounded soldier-runner…
Until I heard a little voice shout out: Hi! It was the kind of desperate hi. The kind that only little people can do from the confines of their home through an open window when they want to connect with anything passing by… It was my elixir. Exactly what I needed for those last 2K. A beautiful soul reached out and recognized me. Gratitude handed to me….just like that!
I need to start my gratitude list as I prep for my next big race goal: NYC 2019. Gratitude.