I need to vent!!! I hate MEN who THINK it’s kool to whistle at me while I run down the street. Really!!! ARGH!!! So irritating...I wish they wouldn’t do that. BTW it doesn’t make me run any faster!
Anyways...the true reason why I’m posting!
This past week has been the hardest for me. First, my worst nightmare happened to me but I’m not ready to disclose that at this time because there are more important things going on with my life.
My best friend lost her older sister who was walking across the street and hit by a driver. She was 48 years ago, died the day before Mother’s Day. She left behind 4 grown kids and one grandchild in addition to her brothers, sisters, Mom & Dad. I feel for my friend so much...it brought back memories of losing my uncle in 1999. My uncle was killed while attempting to walk across the street in Orange, Ca. He was tossed 10 ft in the air and eventually died of internal injuries. He was 47 years old at the time. So for all those individuals that say... “You can be killed while walking across the street”...well YES YOU CAN!
To cap off my horrible week, my family got news that my Great Aunt who had been diagnosed with a brain tumor on March 27th was only given days to live. She was 79 years old, with 5 grown adult kids, several grand children and great grand children. I spent the last few days before she passed with her and our family.
During that time, I also took some time to relieve some stress with two runs during the weekend. The first run was a short 5.5 mile run near my house to recover from everything that I was going thru. It helped to have my running partner along side to motivate me to get out of bed and get those miles in. During that run, I cleared my head and went through everything that I had experienced and realized that I’M ALIVE.
Sunday Morning, 24 hrs before my Great Aunt would have passed I went out to Huntington Beach and ran 10 miles. That morning on that run I cried, smiled, I questioned my thoughts, and I RAN. That morning the weather SUCKED!!! It went from drizzle, sun, to down right POURING. However, that run was the most magical run ever. I was able to clear my head about a lot of things that had gone on. I came to terms with my Great Aunt’s sickness and knowing that if she did pass she would be in God’s arms. She wouldn’t be suffering, choking on her breathing, nor would we all be suffering alongside her.
If you recall, I lost my Great Grandmother last year. I was on my to the Oakland Half Marathon and got the phone call 2 hours before I got to San Francisco. After her death, I couldn’t run. It took months to run again like I had used too. This time around with a family death, I had to RUN. I have ran more than 20 miles to clear my mind of everything. I know both my Great Aunt and Julia (my best friend’s sister) are in a better place. They are looking down on us as Angels in heaven. I know that both will be looking down on their respectful family’s and guiding those they love to powerful places.
As for me, RUNNING has helped me clear my mind. Death is ok, for some it’s the only way, for others it’s hard and unexpected but it’s ok. Life has to go on, we cannot just stop living nor can we forgot all those memories we have shared with them. I will continue to run...I’ll run for those that can not run nor were ever given the chance to run.
Looking forward to another beach run this Friday...12 miles baby & full of emotions! The tears will come out for sure! RIP Aunt Jessie & Julia =)
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