I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?
Saturday, September 13, 2008
What I want my children to know My favorite post
I am intrigued and amazed by the necessity to express and the difficulty to convey the reason why people run. I, for one, am faced with that dilemma every Sunday morning when my children with sleep heavy in their eyes ask “Mama, why do you have to run?” I want to tell them that I do not have to, I want to but I know that answer will only prompt another question, why do I want to run? Because…I don’t know, maybe because running is the pillar of my resilience, that what started as a way to lose weight, is now a way of life.
It is more than a physical activity. It is a feeling I am delighted by, obsessed with, driven by. Running nourishes my soul and soothes my mind. I would like to tell them that until they do it, they won’t understand that catharsis that overcomes a runner after a hard run when, with muscles aching and sweat pouring down, all at that instant is right with the world.
I would like to, seeking their approval, explain that the long runs they hate so much, have cemented some very memorable relationships in my life, and even those run in solitude, have dissipated my fears and calmed my anger; running is an extension of my emotions.
Maybe one day they will understand that this world they are getting to know is a stage and that in running there are no scripts and I play no roles – I, for once, am who I am.
That when I run and my eyes get lost in that divine painting of the horizon, I do not become more nor less than, I become one with.