Today was a difficult day. No real reason for it, other than the realization that we are exactly three months away from the trial date regarding my parents fatal crash.
Preparing my impact statement feels like a real punch in the gut.
Reliving the moment with all its sounds, smells, emotions; things I can’t ever unsee and photographs I’m unable to destroy. The feeling of this monumental loss threatens to bury me, suffocating my soul.
Once again, it’s hurts to think, it hurts to feel, and it was even harder to get up and move.
I knew I needed to run…but it took me hours to simply lace up.
Once running, however, things got easier.
They always do. I know this.
Running is great mental therapy; especially when you don’t look at your watch or concern yourself with pace. Just one foot in front of the other, counting footsteps and breaths, becoming one with yourself.
Physical synchronicity comes as early as the second mile.
Mental clarity followed suit in the third.
Next thing I knew, I was flying and letting it all go.
Transcendence is a learned skill; a reward for the persistent, yet patient runner. When you finally quiet your mind long enough, you can push past any pain and, literally, see yourself as just a small piece of a much bigger picture.
These moments are fleeting and achieving this level regularly requires much practice – but it’s always worth it in the end.
And so I am reminded of this very simple truth: No matter how hard things get in this thing called “Life”, EVERYTHING is better when I just keep running.