Much of why I continue to run is somewhat centered around me. I run for the health benefits, to lose weight, to have time to myself, to maintain balance in my life, to experience the peace of mind that running provide me. But it is impossible for me to forget why I started running in the first place. My reason to start running actually had nothing to do with me.
As I walk around my office and see all the posters and signs for the upcoming Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure, I am once again reminded of why I started running: I ran for those who couldn’t…who maybe still can’t. My company is putting together a team of employees and their families to take part in this 5k run or 1 mile walk. I get very excited when people work together for a purpose. (I blame my dad…he’s practically giddy when all of us are in the kitchen, working together to clean up after a big family dinner.) But underneath all this excitement, I can’t help but feel this sadness for those who have battled breast cancer and for the more than a million women who will be diagnosed this year alone.
After my run this morning, I stood in our back yard looking upward during one of my stretches. As I watched the wind move the dark clouds across the sky, the peace that I started to feel suddenly turned into what I can only describe as determination. It was time for me to take the energy it took to be sad and turn it into energy to give others hope. And so…here I am.
This is me encouraging all you beautiful women/Marathon Mommies to take part in the Race for the Cure in whatever way that you are able. How awesome is it when you can take something you love (running) and apply it to a cause so worthy. I’m pretty certain that all of us have a family member or a friend that we can run in celebration of or in honor of, and somehow, running for those who can’t…well, it just gives us all a chance to give someone a little hope.