why aren’t funerals called saderals
Hi I'm Hannah 19 :) I run track and cross country. Hebrews 12:1-3
In football, you might get your bell rung, but you go in with the expectation that you might get hurt, and you hope to win and come out unscathed. As a distance runner, you know you’re going to get your bell rung. Distance runners are experts at pain, discomfort, and fear. You’re not coming away feeling good. It’s a matter of how much pain you can deal with on those days. It’s not a strategy. It’s just a callusing of the mind and body to deal with discomfort. Any serious runner bounces back. That’s the nature of their game. Taking pain.
"They took to the line. Smiles disappeared to be replaced by looks of concentration. Elbows came out where seconds before tidings of good luck had been murmured between the athletes.
The gun went off.
The only thing that mattered was the eight women on the track and a clock counting upwards - a clock determining who would leave a champion and who would leave just another name to skim by in the race results”
The best conversations are held during long runs. When judging doesn’t happen and we are beaten down to only voices and the human spirit. These conversations are always personal and deep and real. Because on the run, we become ourselves; perhaps the truest to ourselves we have ever been.
When I’m out on that track, stadium lights shining on me, the crowd’s shouting drifting into oblivion, my heart beating like a drum, I feel powerful. When rain pours onto my exhausted body during a workout with 9 400s left, I feel strong. When the sun beats down on my body during the hardest run of my life, I feel humbled. Running is the only thing that has made me feel powerful, strong, and yet humbled all at the same time. And maybe that’s why I love it so much.