Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: The Breeze

Like a cool breeze on a hot muggy morning, hope has a way of lifting a defeated heart.  I was really struggling through my run this morning.  At four miles into the 5.17 mile route, my legs burned from being full of lactic acid. Lack of sleep caused my head to pound nearly as hard as my heart.  I looked around for some hint of the sunrise.  None.  It was just me, an occasional street light and the inky dark.  Exhaustion and despair, the two infamous running partners, were threatening to pass me.

And then the breeze blew. I felt my sweat cool and for a moment, I felt a strong sense of peace.

The worry. The fear. The anger.  All the things I’ve felt over the past year and a half just melted like butter in a hot skillet.

I felt hope.

I felt hope and the sense that not only were things going to be better, but that they were going to be great.  I felt like that all the challenges my family has faced have just served to make us stronger. Closer. Better.

I realized that every bad thing was a blessing — if (and only if) we learned from it. If we didn’t keep making the same mistakes over and over again.

I was still tired.  I’ll be honest with you, I’m exhausted. But I realize being tired is temporary. The change I’m making in my life is permanent.

The cool breeze wrapped around me and lifted me up at a moment of need.  And then it was gone.

I continued my run and now, my day.  I’ll keep plugging ahead on my life’s journey.  But I’m so very thankful for the small moments when you get that momentary lift. The lift that helps you continue on your journey’s path.  The path to use your talent and make the most of your time on earth.

I am thankful for the breeze.