I need those magic brooms STAT!!!
I haven’t bought a book since 50 Shades. Bored with my library, I bravely and curiously browsed through Mommas books that she had stored in my old room. I thought to myself… “I should go to God more in times like these. I’ll read one of her prayer books.” One in particular caught my eye immediately. It had a note ((hand written from her cousin -because that’s just how proper we are) and dog earred on a prayer… Or so I thought ….
My heart broke into a million pieces when I read this. Clearly, she was grieving from the death of her youngest child, the death of her only sister and was losing the will to go on. The pain she must have felt…. How I wish I could have taken it all away.
My cup runneth over! Do you have any idea how incredibly special this makes me feel????
Got my clips this weekend and took em out for a 60-mile spin today from La Joya to Rio Grande City and back. Was afraid of falling but that was wasted worry. Ended up getting my first flat. Loaded MIMI up into the sag car and came home to ask for help to make sure I fixed it correctly. The tenured cyclist growled “Didn’t they teach you how to change a tire in your training?” Which means “No, I’m not helping you.” —so I did it! All by myself! So there!
Smile – I really did practice her smile. See?
So many things I am grateful for.
I didn’t say it enough then. I don’t say it enough now.
THANK YOU
We were nicknamed the “dream team” and I have to agree, this truly is an awesome group of phenomenal people who inspire, look fear in the eye, conquer it and have fun doing it. So when our Team in Training alumni group quickly organized a “silent 3-mile run for Boston” after the tragic events that unfolded, the “dream team” sent texts to each other confirming our solidarity. We wouldn’t miss this for the world.
http://www.themonitor.com/news/local/article_4ef4deb4-a70c-11e2-9d26-001a4bcf6878.html
Cyndi Karr is one of THE most amazing gazelles in my run club. When she qualified and went up to New York for the New York marathon but was sent back because of the hurricane, she was disappointed but not defeated. So when she crossed the finish line in Boston on Monday morning, the chatter on our facebook messaging was out of control!!! All us girls were planning her welcome home party, organizing volunteers to get flowers, cup cakes, balloons, etc… and then quite literally silence. We all saw the news at the same time.
Frantic and praying, our little group of normally speechless women waited on one of us to communicate with Beto (Cyndi’s husband).
They were safe. THANK THE LORD!
When I met them the following day at the airport as they arrived, I was so elated when I heard her say “I walked eight steps on ‘Heartbreak Hill’ and ran the rest. I can’t wait to do it again next year!” and tears rolled down her cheek.
She posted the following on her facebook:
“These cowards managed to plant these explosives at the happiest part of the race…the finish, but they messed with the wrong people. If their intentions were to break the human spirit…marathoners are the wrong people to mess with. That’s why we run… & put ourselves through the pain to see how much more our hearts can endure… Although my experience is blurred by the feelings of saddness and anger…the Boston marathon was everything I expected it to be and more!! I will definitely be at Boston 2014!!”
The group of women that I’ve been training with and have been supported by have now all become official triathletes… And one became an ironman! We are all so proud of ourselves and each other but outside of this circle, the pride has to scale down.
If anyone truly knew how powerful and inspirational this group really was….
But the world won’t truly know. At least not yet.
The world is infatuated with drama. You can have a success story here and there but try not to make it a habit. The people around us get a secret thrill in watching us fail, watching us fall flat on our faces.
But it is in falling that the lesson is learned. It is learning that makes us better. Without learning, we become stagnant.
This group is far from stagnant.
I, however, am the underdog. Of all these women, I am one of the oldest and least athletic, least experienced. My personal life has the most against me. The cute part when the world is cheering for me in the beginning is now over. I’ve been doing this for a year now. But not nearly as long as these others.
So I push myself further, harder, beyond what pain and exhaustion limits me just to keep up to their warm up levels. No one can know what I endure. No one can know the pain and disappointment I have in myself sometimes. No one can know the pride I have in myself when I realize how far I’ve come.
But she does. She knows. I feel her smile. That’s all that matters.
I don’t understand how someone can be so evil.
I hope I never understand.
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