Skip to main content

Happiness

Happiness comes in very small packages. Have you ever looked around at your life and tried figuring out what is going to make you 100% happy? I'm sure you have; everyone has at some point in their life. Have you ever had that moment where you all of a sudden felt fully fulfilled in life, just to not truly understand where that fulfillment and happiness came from. You know the moment. It is that moment where all of a sudden you realize you are totally happy, everything is perfect and you never want to let it go just to realize the next moment that feeling is gone? I know I have.

I started writing this post about a week ago. The same day, one of my friends wrote a post about the very same thing. I decided to hold off on posting it because I couldn't eloquently make my point and I probably still won't make my point. But here goes nothing!

I have been striving for that moment of sheer joy for a long time. If you know me, you know that I am a very happy person 95% of the time. I don't let many things bring me down, which is why last week was so difficult. I relish in the small thing, the small moments, in which someone makes a statement, a song comes on the radio that puts a smile on my face, my dog gets his upper lip stuck up making him look like Elvis, my nephew gets on the phone to tell me he jumped off the diving board. All of these thing add to the joy of my life. Well most recently I have realized, even on the bad days, running has brought joy to my life.

Was last week hard? Yes. Was this week better? Yes. Will I have weeks like the last again? Yes. Will I give up? No.

Tonight I was talking with someone about how my confidence has been really low because everything has been hard and then I realized what matters is I am doing it. Regardless of the 100 degree plus heat indexes that have plagued Columbus, I have still managed to get out and pound the pavement. When I am at my worst, I still walk out the door and run!

So many positive things have been happening lately, and I kid you not, as I was running up the dreaded hill at the very end of a short run tonight, I had the feeling. You know the one, the one I spoke of earlier in this post and it lasted. I might even still be on that high!

Running has enhanced my life. The people I have been exposed to, who have supported me, who have challenged my confidence are all to thank!

I look forward to seeing some of you at various mile markers while I run the Columbus Marathon in October!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

I Have Multiple Sclerosis

One of my favorite bike rides ever! I have debated whether I was going to make this public for quite some time, however there really aren't any significant reasons why I wouldn't share. It hasn't impacted my life dramatically, and if I'm lucky, it never will. I also don't want to be a poster child, nor do I require or want any special treatment simply because I have MS. The thing is, I know more and more people who are impacted significantly by this disease and I feel compelled to help the cause. So for one purpose only, I am outing myself. Here's the brief story. Two years ago my tongue went numb, my arm went numb and I though I slept funny or had a mini stroke. I brushed it off as sleeping funny day after day, after day. Then my eye started twitching, among other symptoms. I decided I was simply crazy... After a while all of these symptoms became so infuriating so I went to the doctor. While at the doctor, he chalked it up to stress, but after a closer

All in a Day's Work

I don't even know how to begin this post... Several months ago, my sister had this bright idea to do her first half iron distance triathlon. I have always wanted to do one so I told her if she did it I would do it too. Next thing I know I was clicking register now on the registration page of the Highcliff Triathlon in Wisconsin. You can read about some of the reactions I received when I announced to various friends that I was going to do this race here . Over the months my friends have taken on the challenge of being supportive and cheering me on along the way. This was no easy feat as I was on the training roller coaster. As the day approached, I thought about all of the possible things that could go wrong and right. I had visions of myself standing on the side of the bike course with a flat tire, me holding on to a lifeguard boat, dreams about wearing clown shoes for the run, and on and on... I also day dreamed about the finish line, what it might look like, who would be the

Jumping the Gun!

This is a 'total' bonus post for the week. I highly recommend reading my previous post, to better understand where I am coming from. You can check it out here .  I am not going to go into details but my name and grandma have been used in a sentence TWICE the past two days. Seriously? Do I look or act that old??? I must... Perhaps it is all the pie making! I am a woman of my word (for the most part, we all falter from time to time) and I mentioned in my last post that there was a chance I was jumping the gun with my dramatic flare related to being sidelined! Well, sidelined I am, but maybe for less time than I initially anticipated. The doctor will tell me my plan in three weeks. The overarching goal? The Chicago Marathon!  While running the Columbus Marathon, last year, I was blessed with amazing spectators and also running companions during the race. One of my companions was my sister. Somewhere near mile 25 she took a picture of me STILL smiling. It isn't ofte