“A large portion of the aging process occurs between the ears.” – jb
Monday, January 13th, will be four weeks since I last laced up the running shoes–an eternity for this restless soul. I’ve gotten nothing but encouragement, well-wishes, and suggestions on how to fill my time, yet I can’t help glance out my office window every now and then and imagine a steady, flowing stride in the snow.
An optimist by nature, I can’t deny that over the past four weeks I’ve wondered what life would be like without running. The larger question has become what does anyone do if the passion they wake to perform each day is suddenly taken from them, be it music, woodwork, writing, counseling, laying brick? How would you fill the void?
I spent time with my 91-year-old mom yesterday and she is still teaching me life lessons. Active and independent until she was 85, she is now confined to a wheelchair, on a restrictive diet, and goes to dialysis three times a week, yet she never has a bad word and is the most pleasant person you’d ever want to meet. What room do I have to complain about a little thing like a groin injury, or that I had to drop out of a race?
What I’ve learned from my mom is that you have to learn to adapt. One reader commented that I will have more time to write. Well, that is true. This injury has given me more time to edit a story collection I got back from an editor, and time to write a new short story. So yes, there is an upside. It is never a good thing to be dependent on one thing for happiness. Be versatile, and seek new interests.
Of course, I’ve come to rely on running to nurture my writing and creativity, but who am I to complain? Adapt or be miserable? Best to adapt! I learned that from a 91-year-old guru.