Running – it’s part of me. Maybe it’s a part of your life, too? I hope running may bring us together … and you will join my family. It’s not going to be an easy ride – life just isn’t – and at times I am sure it will get ugly, but if you stretch out so that our fingertips brush against each other and hold my hand, we can travel together away from the mundane and routine somewhere quite different. Who knows where we will both end up? As we look out into the world and marvel at what we see we will be able to look back at ourselves differently. Nothing, NOTHING, is ever going to be the same again.
It may seem that it’s all about running, but of course it’s not really at all. Just like training for your first marathon, it’s about the journey, not the end. My journey so far has been unbelievable. Easy, hard, rough, lonely, hedonistic, intense, academic, sad, creative, isolated, judged, condemned, supported, loved, dark, insightful, confused, wonderful and bleak. I have lived and traveled all round the world. Children have blessed my journey. The brutality of divorce has enlightened me. The sanctity of friendship has pulled back my shoulders and lifted my head during bleak years. Love (unconditional) and it’s invisible tendrils peppers my days. Now it is time to embrace your own greatness and unbind your spirit. I’m probably going to ask you to sweat a little at some stage, but don’t worry, you won’t even notice; you’ll be much too preoccupied with turning the obstacles ahead into happy memories. Are you ready?
“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.” Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah