Having struggled with tiredness and an under-active thyroid for the last four years, running has been last on the list of things I wished to do. At the same time my weight has slowly crept up to the yellow point and I find myself looking less convincing when advocating a healthy diet and exercise regime to my children. This spring, as school was drawing closer to the holidays, I realised just how unproductive and moody my year had been. I had not helped out at the children’s school as much I as I would have liked to, my own University course was quickly failing, especially after my computer deleted my essay, and my health was not improving, despite my course being about nutrition. I felt strongly that the Universe (and yes I am aware of unconventional this sounds) wanted me to do something else. So I stopped right there and decided to take stock. As I did so I came across a book called ‘Scream Free Parenting’. This book made me realise, among other things, that I am not responsible for my children, I am responsible TO them. It really was an epiphany to me.
Now the next book I stumbled across, this time on my own bookshelf, was ‘Running Made Easy’. It was well read and much less used… Well this time I ran, I amazed my self, I saw the sunrise, I breathed the fresh air into the bottom of my lungs, and I had another revelation! I am going to run the Brighton Marathon. I am going to do it for me and for the future.
Now I have been on a few more runs, every time I amaze myself, but when it gets hard I hold the thought that the very air that breath is helped by the cause I am running for.
I think I have caught the running bug and I hope it is here to stay…
Team Panda 2014
Unbelievable! I am lost for words over my own madness…
Yesterday I became an official member of the WWF Panda Team for the 2014 Brighton Marathon.
Why? You might wonder, because I certainly do; I cannot run for more than 15 mins and when I do my knees, legs and back hurt. I know nobody with money to share and I have very little time or ideas for fundraising.
But I think that is just it. It is a challenge that seems so far fetched that when I complete it I will feel like I have achieved something. I have also come to the realisation that our children don’t do anything we tell them to do, but they do some of the things we do. Thereby I can be in with a chance of ensuring my kids will grow up as healthy individuals that fulfil their dreams and goals by simply doing the very same thing.
I am thinking also of the monk, Bernard of Clairvaux, and his writings on the love of God. There are, according to Bernard, four levels of love;
1st Level = I love me for my benefit
2nd Level = I love you for my benefit
3rd Level = I love you for your benefit
4th Level = I love me for your benefit
I feel that, throughout my life, I have somewhat worked through the first 3 levels; in regards to both my love of God and my relationships. I am now ready for the fourth level, and this is what my beautiful God of the Universe has called me to do first!
May I not forget it in November at six o’clock in the morning, in the rain when it is time to train…!
Contemplating a program I watched on TV about children born different.
All the children apart from one boy had extensive surgery from a very young age. The one boy’s parents had also been advised that he too needed surgery, but had opted out. Instead they had focused on giving him an active childhood. All the children in the program were now approaching their teens and the film team were there to see how they’ve all got along in life. The children who had had surgery either needed more due to pain, or their standard of life had not at all been improved by the surgery. The boy who’s parents had opted out was breaking all the records in swimming and heading towards the paralympics with almost nonchalance…