Some of my absolute favorite ladies Sarah and her partner-in-crime, Meredith are leading a December blog series called Reverb. I can’t explain it nearly so well as she does except to say that it involves reflecting on the life you’ve lead over the past year. The highs, the lows, the changes and your hopes for the year to come. I told her I would love to join in for a post or two when the prompt felt right.
Prompt for December 9: Cry. Where or why did you cry? Did someone make you cry? Was it happy or sad? Describe a good cry you had in 2011.
Confession: Running makes me cry.
If you would have told me that when I was in the middle of tying a double knot on the laces of my running shoes for my first outing on the treadmill, I would have looked at you like you were speaking in tongues.
I don’t know what it is about running that brings me to this place where all of the layers I wear to protect my emotions have been stripped-bare. What takes me to the edge. The place where everything feels better on the outside instead of pressed-in.
I am left joyful.
I am left humbled.
I am left in awe.
My eyes welling with tears during one of my last long runs in August. I looked up at the telephone line above me to see the three vigilant Turtle Doves that watch me every time I run outside.
I am never alone.
Calling my mother a month before the marathon to choke out the words, I can’t run, in between gasping sobs. Spending two weeks wiping tears from my eyes behind the steering wheel.
The last 5k of the half-marathon where I ran for the girl who could not run a 5k.
My heart, pushing its way up into my throat as I turn the corner of Summit Avenue to see the Cathedral at the top of the hill and the finish line that rests below. The last .2.
Your turn. When is the last time you had a good cry?