I wish I could say otherwise, but this marathon stretches past the normal twenty-six miles into nine new-normal years on a treadmill to nowhere fast. I understand why people quit, and I understand why people can’t pick up the pace. Marathons require stamina and an unswerving belief in the ability to finish, and so I cling to my belief in God and his timing, medical advancements and the promise of stem cells, sun-filled days and peaceful nights.
When I compare each year to the previous one, I measure our progress and remind myself, “The road to recovery is a marathon, not a sprint.” For more of the marathon, click here.
So many experiences in life feel more like a marathon than a sprint. As a teacher for 40 years, I can attest to completing each year in itself felt like running a marathon.
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Wow! 40 years? I just finished Year 20, and although it flew, I can’t comprehend 40. I suppose we’ll see.
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Just take it one year at a time. Then you will be retired like me. I salute you as a colleague because we have walked the same steps. Blessings to you Crystal!
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I’m in touch with my 9th grade English teacher, and that’s exactly what she said! Many thanks for stopping by and taking time to read and inspire me!
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