I am feeling oh-so-much-better today. Yesterday after the 6:30 a.m. meeting, I went to Clement Park (sound familiar? think Columbine), strapped on my yaktrax, and started to run. I ended up running
I didn't intend to do that, I just felt good and kept going. It was amazingly wonderful. And the thing that tells me that I am meant to be a long distance runner is that the tenth mile felt infinitely better than the first one. This morning my heart is full of hope that I will achieve my goals this year. If I can run 10 miles on January 1, barring injuries (Please, Dear Lord), I can think of no reason why I can't run a half-marathon in October - or even the one in May.
Getting sick and injured in December gave me a new appreciation for my life. I often focus on what I don't have - particularly a romantic relationship - and fail to notice what is great about my life. There is a lot that is very great about my life. I am so blessed with long-term sobriety, great AA groups, good friends, a wonderful family who love me, and good physical health. I am amazed that at the age of 55, I am considering running a half-marathon, and I actually think I can do it!
Yesterday at the meeting, I sat next to my friend Mike, who had a #27 Broncos jersey on. I thought it was somewhat odd since their season had untimely ended the day before. But then he told me it was the jersey of Darrent Williams, and he had been killed early that morning. How sad to be 24 years old, have the world by the whatever, and then end up dead. I pray for his family.
"Moments of perception can build into a lifetime of spiritual serenity, as I have excellent reason to know. Roots of reality, supplanting the neurotic underbrush, will hold fast despite the high winds of the forces which would destroy us, or which we would use to destroy ourselves." -- As Bill Sees It, p. 173