Just as I got my "bootah" handed to me on Sunday while running with my high school daughter, at first, all I could think of was how old I was. I would mentally lift my knee higher, pump my arms but then reality would set in and I knew I was running like a limp noodle. LOL! For most of the run, I watched my daughter from the back as she trotted up the hill. She would look back from time to time, smile and wave. Yep, I am old and she is young and FAST! Don't get me wrong, I am VERY happy that I am able to be out there with her, I just have these little mind issues from time to time.
Then, as stories started coming through about victims from the Boston bombings. . .people losing limbs and loved ones, my perspective on life was challenged again. One story reminded me that it's not about age, it's about what you love to do and how you should not stop doing it. Bill Iffrig, a 78 year old runner ran the Boston Marathon that day and was knocked to the ground by the blast from the first bomb. When that bomb went off, many didn't know what was really happening. Mr. Iffrig got up and finished the race in an amazing time of 3 hours and 50 minutes! Much like watching my daughter run from behind, I would have been behind Mr. Iffrig (because I am no marathoner) and I would like to think that I would have the same strength to get up if knocked down as well.
In life, if you are faced with something that knocks you off your feet, don't give up. It's just a bump in the road that feels like a bomb. I have had several explosions in the past 5 years, running has been my relief and as I get through each one they becomes "little pops of lessons" in life that I have learned so much from. You will get through it, you will prevail and you can move on!