Run Pack Rest Repeat

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“Happiness doesn’t have just one address.”

~unknown

We can all relate to the saying ‘when it rains it pours’ at some point in our lives. I’d say that we got soaked this summer, but in a good way.

Before my husband’s unexpected surgery, we knew and were in the process of moving from our old place and buying a new place. We just didn’t expect that a lot of events were going to happen almost at the same time. Weeks prior to finding out that he needed surgery, we got a signed offer to sell our place. We were thrilled as we’ve been waiting for that moment for quite a while. But the excitement took second place when we found out that he needed surgery. All the “what ifs” and anxiety started to loom around our minds. We decided that we would not let fear dictate our fate and choice. Three weeks after the surgery, we were practically homeless and living with my father-in-law.

I was running like a chicken-without-a-head in the midst of this messy transition. It would not have been so challenging if my husband wasn’t recovering from surgery and if were to have some family or friends’ help. Packing, packing and more packing – it felt like a never ending process. He did help as much as he could when it was time for him to stand up and take a walk break. I’d put some items on the counter for him to box or he would help me holding a box for taping.

Ahhh yes, you must be wondering, how my training was moving along? It amazes me how I was able to manage most of the scheduled workout and runs during these weeks. If I didn’t make the time for a run at 5:30 a.m. or to go to a 6:00 a.m. gym session, it would not had happen! And to tell you the truth, there were some days that it was impossible trying to get workout done, packing, cooking, being a caretaker and having enough time for rest. Rest… what is rest?

These are personal matters that one might think that it has nothing to do with running or blogging about running. I will defer on that. It was one of the most challenging moments in our lives. The stress of dealing with health care bureaucracy, his recovery, selling and buying negotiations, figuring out where our two cats would live in the meantime, looking for a new place (yes, thank goodness we had already found our dream house and we were in the process of placing an offer) – everything takes tons of energy and running performance does diminish.

Having ran two marathons (my husband ran one), it helped give me some mental toughness edge that otherwise would have been difficult to keep focus during trying times. As a runner, we commit to crossing that finish line not matter how hard and painful the path becomes. I (we) just could not stop now at half-way point of our own special marathon event.

We kept moving and packing forward. And when it was time to move out, we were out the door ready for our next adventure, even though some uncertainty was still in the air of where life would take us. It was a fine line of being in control and not having control of a situation. It was like riding a rollercoaster – it will stop when the ride is over. Running is like that. Every time we lace up our shoes, we never know what will be ahead of us, but we know to keep going until we cross the finish line or arrive at our desired destination. What happens in between, it’s up to us to choose on how to handle and adapt.

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“The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are.” 

~Unknown

 

 

 

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