I wish I was a runner. I'm really not, but I pretend to be every so often. Right now I'm doing the couch to 5k running program (again) with a group of women from my neighborhood. Maybe if I pretend I'm a runner, sooner or later I will be one. Fake it till I make it.
Anyway, I was out for a run/walk with Matthew earlier this week. As I walked, I looked down at Matthew and it struck me that we don't know if Matthew will ever be able to run. We have no idea if he'll ever walk. I know he's no where close right now. For a moment I was sad beyond belief, but just as the wind blew, I felt appreciation wash over me. I may not be a 'runner' but I can run and for that I should be thankful. And because I can run, I should with a joyful heart...for all the people who wish they could but can't.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Thank you Katie! Brought tears to my eyes, because I wish I were a runner as well! I am in a wheelchair right now with no idea how long, but I do know running is not ever in my future.
ReplyDeleteThe one thing I have learned from you and Matthew though is no day is foretold and the future is beautifully unfolding into it own grace.
Keep running!