On a run a few weeks ago, I ran by a row of young trees lining a road that had failed to relinquish their leaves to the season. I thought it odd at the time, but given the warm weather, not surprising perhaps.
Lately I’ve really been feeling the effects of living. The delicate balance of work, family, social, community and of course running isn’t quite in-sync.
As I started on my run today, I recognized the stress built up in my shoulders and paid particular attention to relaxing them, running with ease from the core, and relaxing the mind.
I ran by the same row of trees and again noticed their reluctance to let go of their recent past. Their leaves brittle, dry and an appropriate hue of brown for the season.
“Why wont these trees just let go?” I thought.
In many ways the trees were like myself. In the fall of my lifestream, a Master’s runner, I had a great season of racing last year. I was fit. But now I am slow coming back from a broken foot bone back in May, brittle, inflexible and yearning to regain the consistency and flow in my running.
A fair reminder to myself.
Let go of my expectations, pre-conceptions and my comfort zone. Not just in my running but throughout my life and career path. If there is one thing living in Colorado has taught me, trust in the seasons. Patience and perseverance will be rewarding.
Its timely that the coming week is about giving thanks. Thanks for the big and the small. Enjoying a run in late-November in shorts and a t-shirt. Laughing with my family, watching them grow. Enjoying the morning light on the flatirons. And perhaps, hopefully soon, I will again be able to push the mind and body to its full potential.