I took an 8-mile spin around the countryside today – my first sorta-long run since the Philly Marathon. It felt great to get back to it after some time off.
As my feet hit the pavement, I thought about my sister and her upset life, and I just feel so incredibly grateful for this wonderful period of mine – I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Ever. Shit happens. Nothing is perfect – it never is. But my fundamental state of mind is really, incredibly, wonderfully happy. And that’s amazing.
I thought about the Philly Marathon and how I’ve come along. I never knew I could run so far; I never knew I could run so fast. I never knew just how much I could endure or how determined I could be. When I think about where I was 20 years ago – an unhappy pregnant, insecure young woman with a distracted husband and no life to call my own – it is nothing short of a miracle that I am transformed today into a grateful soul that is capable of love and forgiveness, and that my heart has connected to the Universe and to my Self in such a solid way.
I am a runner, for godsakes. A marathoner. Me! Lisa Jo… the pokey, awkward little odd girl who didn’t like to go outside much and who thought spirituality was that feeling you got in church when someone sang a pretty song with lots of high notes.
I’m sincerely looking forward to Christmas. I’m going to look past the inflatable reindeer on my neighbor’s lawn, and I want to focus on all of the Love I have been given and have been privileged to experience in 2012. Who wouldn’t want to celebrate that? (Real love, not the black velvet box kind.)
I truly have everything in the world to be thankful for. When I dreamed about being happy, I never knew it could be this divine.
So… thank you, Universe. Thank you, hamstrings and running shoes and trees and farms and horses. Thank you, Coach and Arm Day and tough workouts that push my limits. Thank you, Unconditional Love that never gives up on me. Thank you, health and job security and bank accounts. Thank you, Facebook friends and race organizers and Kindness. Thank you, freckle-faced kids and recovery and my Saving Grace. Thank you for girlfriends who will spend hours on the phone gabbing about boys. Thank you, stilettos and manicures and football and macaroni and cheese. Thank you, to everything that has opened up my heart this year to the power of this glorious thing called Love.