See the light

I woke up this morning and did what I normally do on Tuesday mornings… met with my crew at 5:30am to ride some hills. It’s our pre-breakfast-get-the-kids-ready-for-school-awakening that most of us need and very much enjoy. It seemed very typical but at the same time it was far from typical.

It was dark. Yes, it is now daylight savings time and it is extremely dark at 5:25 in the morning. I get that. Even more so where we ride since there are no street lights. Yes, we choose it. And on this particular day my light was not my best friend so it was even darker than usual. Not to worry [mom} a new one is supposed to arrive tomorrow. ๐Ÿ™‚

Oh, and, one more thing. I was alone for quite some time of the ride – which made it even darker…..

I would like to say it was because I was so far ahead but today that strength didn’t quite click in. Oh where are you strength?? Where when I need you the most! Not that I get too many opportunities to shine my bright red light in rider’s faces, but I have been known to put up a good fight. Today it was me watching those red blinking lights… and they were getting dimmer and dimmer as they all disappeared into the darkness.

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light.

Those aren’t my words (we have Mumford to thank for their brilliancy). But they sure felt good to repeat this morning. It was almost too appropriate. It is 2 years from the day my father passed away.

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light.

It’s all about hope. And no doubt we could all use a little bit of it right? We all want to believe everything is going to be ok. And, it is. Or even if it isn’t we have to make it ok. I turned the corner and as the sun was rising I saw the other guys waiting for me. And you know what? It wasn’t dark.

It will be ok. I will get this weight off my shoulders and be stronger for it. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but it will happen at the most unexpected of times.

Because at the end of the day, it’s what we do with this ‘weight’, this ‘sorrow, ‘challenge’ (insert word here) that makes you who you are.

I have a friend who ran her first half marathon a month after her father’s passing and I haven’t seen as big of smile from her in a long time. Another good friend of mine signed up for a 10k to release some of her own tension. There is a fellow “Betty Designs” athlete who has an autoimmune disease and went on to run a 4 minute PR in a half marathon. I have a friend racing Boston again to help her with the emotion of the terrible tragedy last year. I am so proud to know so many warriors (the list goes on and on) that inspire me daily.

Find the silver lining and see the light.



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